Album Name : Sloppy Seconds, Vol. 2
Release Date : 2005-12-13
Song Duration : 4:09
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(parts of the lines that I couldn't get are ended in ellipses [...])
Nearly everyone in Washington D.C. carries around a little cocaine
That's because 95% of all dollar bills in the nation's capital has traces of the illegal drug
The largest study of bank notes has found that nearly 9 out of 10 bills circulating in the U.S. are tainted with cocaine
America's nose sniffing
The sign says "Bitches, form a line"
Same shit that lock niggas up for trying to grind
Cause for the last ten years if you mix it with soda
Yet they used to use it to put the coke in the cola
In the nose of the stars, they getting smoked by the boulder
Even then they had to push it on the streets like a stroller
They shaking like Ray, twitching, scratching their shoulders
The war against drugs, who the f..ck are the soldiers?
Without drug money, the economy fold up
Cops won't get paid to harass and roll up
Without niggas... and pots to blow up
Who gonna buy all these damn Beamers and Rovers
My kids sent up the river by lawyers and judges
Them same motherfuckers that's sniffing cocaine
Researchers at the University of Massachusetts say
90% of all money in the U.S. has traces of cocaine
Researches there believe that the statistics suggest
More Americans are sniffing cocaine at higher levels due to the recession
Listen, it goes one for the junkie, two for the fiends
Triple for the beams that help weigh out their dreams
You wanna meet Jesus, wait til it's...
It seems, streets were flooded before New Orleans, we
Tried to kick it, but the shit just be...
All through the night for it critters be crawling
Help you transform, it's revenge for the fallen, strange
Slanging that Big Daddy Kane
For that juice, crews will make shit out your brains
Boost your morality, boosting your fame
Pigeons go loose to make a noose out your veins
Who, the vain, creators of the antic
Who wear it like a stain, self-maimed off your crackict
We're lost like signals, victims of static
For ways out of the madness we're sniffing cocaine
Where's my f..cking cocaine?
Damn, that's some good shit