Lyrics:

[ verse 1 Ghostface killah ]

Raindrops of water that turn into hard glaciers
Bob barker microphones I get paper
My block is cocaine central
Eat your food with ancient or new crew utensils
Turbaned up like a royal prince from medeen
With emerald green birthstones in my bling
Rolex goggles
Some of my best side bitches I ever had
I kept in a bottle
Sniff that girl whiff that girl
Feel a rush from cuba no cut that's pearl
An oily based extract from green leaves
Set out to dry but comes right from the heat
Packaged up then retailed on the street
Yonkers all through brownsville that's sheek's
With my connect I may be the next steve jobs
My best custies is nerds with college degrees god
Triple black ratchets champion cone hoods
Blending in with killers that visit the wrong hood
Pardon self never the wrong hood I'm safe
And I ain't gotta knock on wood

[ Hook Styles P ]

Cocaine central
Sniff city needle park
Fishscale mental
Hustle get the weed to spark
Niggas outside all day even after dark
Niggas hustle hard
Like the Gods don't believe in God

Repeat

[ verse 2 Sheek Louch ]

I got uh
Coke in my blood weed in my lungs
Barely staying up
About to get some fried chicken from Wong's
She laying there
Ass all fat in her thongs
Hand me my gun
Shades on blocking the sun
Whip fresh out the dealer think tonite gone be fun
Coke connect already calling
I told him I'll take him but
We can do better when his prices start falling
Nowadays I feel there's no need to be greed
Cause you can make the same money off of pills and weed
Shooters indeed jail system taught him to read
Streets taught him how to kill wolves taught him to feed
Just like everything you learn you're gonna teach to your seed yo
But I don't give a fuck
I clap off try me nigga
Keep that feather weight by me nigga yeah

[ repeat Hook ]