"Coka Grillz" lyrics
Slaine, Statik Selektah, ILL BILL & Paul Wall Lyrics
[Paul Wall:]
P Double
Statik Selektah
Paul Wall
Aye
I'm sittin' crooked like a copper on the tape
But this ain't copper nor a rhodium gold plate
Flawless gang, all real, no fake
Prop 64 been fuckin' up my cake
But real hustlers find a way to get it, we don't wait
I believe in hard work, I don't believe in fate
State to state, get it straight, let the record state
Fade and switch, switchin' lanes, movin' 'round with haste
Rated top 10, hands down, no debate
You got your hands dirty, now you're tryna clean my plate
Pop you in your shit, now you got a metal plate
Popped the trunk and dropped the fifth wheel, let it scrape
Soundin' like an earthquake, no, that's just the bass
You soundin' like a bitch every time I hear you hate
All that salt droppin', you should check your heart rate
Me and you are not the same, nah, we don't equate
'Cause I'ma go and get it, you gon' probably hesitate
While you chasin' tail, I be on my paper chase
Solid out the gate, my word I will not negate
Me bein' broke? Nah, that don't correlate
[Slaine:]
There was a time that malice was mine
My wrath and pride was at the size of Houston and Dallas combined
Metastasize, gave my icy heart a metallica shine
Mind with the Terrence Malick design
Scattered imagery and symmetry of patterns of rhyme, now in his prime
But he's damn near out of his mind, how is it I'm
Spillin' blood from this chalice of wine?
Writin' life with the passion of Christ in this broken palace of blind
Haters and fools in this neighborhood I'm native to too
Hoppin' the obstacles on the way to the jewels
I done my best to do the dodgin' of these raiders and ghouls
Had to wrestle through the margins, I ain't made up a rouse
It's a new state of grace, I ain't got no pressure to produce
I'm exceptional, it's effortless to catch and shoot the juice
I been sippin' it for years, while you thirst buckets
Jumpin' off the bridge, coming crashin' down to Earth, fuck it
[ILL BILL:]
Billy blizzard of Oz, the wizard arrives
Itchy trigger fingers and knives, the serial killer eyes
My villains supply high potent maniacal Ayatollahs
Let the 9 explode, settin' fire to the entire globe
I approach, personification of annihilation
Weapons spray, plutonium, I'm a violation
Down with my Timberlands on, leave you forty below the snow beach
With a smile on my face, and gold teeth
Box logo supreme printed uniform
Goon of war, shooter squad movin', gratitude to God
Incarcerated, Scar Faces die escapin' the car chases
That end in explosions on parkways
Poltergeist, we own the night
Overstand and rep the culture right
Hold the mic, like a MAC-11 in a toaster fight
Billy Bolero, pistols aerodynamic
Made from insane fiberglass ceramics, layin' rappers into caskets
P Double
Statik Selektah
Paul Wall
Aye
I'm sittin' crooked like a copper on the tape
But this ain't copper nor a rhodium gold plate
Flawless gang, all real, no fake
Prop 64 been fuckin' up my cake
But real hustlers find a way to get it, we don't wait
I believe in hard work, I don't believe in fate
State to state, get it straight, let the record state
Fade and switch, switchin' lanes, movin' 'round with haste
Rated top 10, hands down, no debate
You got your hands dirty, now you're tryna clean my plate
Pop you in your shit, now you got a metal plate
Popped the trunk and dropped the fifth wheel, let it scrape
Soundin' like an earthquake, no, that's just the bass
You soundin' like a bitch every time I hear you hate
All that salt droppin', you should check your heart rate
Me and you are not the same, nah, we don't equate
'Cause I'ma go and get it, you gon' probably hesitate
While you chasin' tail, I be on my paper chase
Solid out the gate, my word I will not negate
Me bein' broke? Nah, that don't correlate
[Slaine:]
There was a time that malice was mine
My wrath and pride was at the size of Houston and Dallas combined
Metastasize, gave my icy heart a metallica shine
Mind with the Terrence Malick design
Scattered imagery and symmetry of patterns of rhyme, now in his prime
But he's damn near out of his mind, how is it I'm
Spillin' blood from this chalice of wine?
Writin' life with the passion of Christ in this broken palace of blind
Haters and fools in this neighborhood I'm native to too
Hoppin' the obstacles on the way to the jewels
I done my best to do the dodgin' of these raiders and ghouls
Had to wrestle through the margins, I ain't made up a rouse
It's a new state of grace, I ain't got no pressure to produce
I'm exceptional, it's effortless to catch and shoot the juice
I been sippin' it for years, while you thirst buckets
Jumpin' off the bridge, coming crashin' down to Earth, fuck it
[ILL BILL:]
Billy blizzard of Oz, the wizard arrives
Itchy trigger fingers and knives, the serial killer eyes
My villains supply high potent maniacal Ayatollahs
Let the 9 explode, settin' fire to the entire globe
I approach, personification of annihilation
Weapons spray, plutonium, I'm a violation
Down with my Timberlands on, leave you forty below the snow beach
With a smile on my face, and gold teeth
Box logo supreme printed uniform
Goon of war, shooter squad movin', gratitude to God
Incarcerated, Scar Faces die escapin' the car chases
That end in explosions on parkways
Poltergeist, we own the night
Overstand and rep the culture right
Hold the mic, like a MAC-11 in a toaster fight
Billy Bolero, pistols aerodynamic
Made from insane fiberglass ceramics, layin' rappers into caskets
