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Cop that, niggas mad Oops, my bad Reached in the bag, spent a few racks Look at that, Canal Street Confidential, put em' on the map Getting to where the real ones felt he should've been at Nothing changed still the same rizzaps Chevrolets making big plays for the skrizzaps In this bitch lit like match My homie got the pack And I wanna say his name but I'm so not a rat Can't mention my niggas in my lyrics cause they really dealing, and the feds really be hearing Increasing the locked up rate Police is on the internet downloadin mixtapes Tryna get tips Homie I'm tryna get rich These is audio bricks You gotta use your nose to sniff Smellin like rain coming Musical cocaine Gotta pain numb it Came thru like a tornado Came thru like a hurricane Came thru like a earthquake Weatherman whatchu say Looking like...said it's looking like rain Songtexte(Audio cocaine) Umbrella in the door jam Got gadgets like Batman Money on mind we don't need cat scan To figure out that, man I came for the money Put it right in front me Dont try nuttin funny Crash test dummy Or you'll see You dealing with more than me But thats a whole nother story Looks like its about to start storming Weatherman whatchu say? Came thru like a hurricane Came thru like a tornado Came thru like a earthquake Weatherman whatchu say Looking like...said it's looking like rain (Audio cocaine) Aus Songtexte Mania