Dice - Cocaine lyrics

[Dice talking like Scarface] You know what I'm saying Manny Were going to do this, Manny We got all type of money around here I'm not going to lie to you Manny This is what it's all about Manny The girl right there This girl is what it's all about Manny Follow me Manny Get the money Manny [Verse One] I've been around the world and back So many times I've lost track Loved by the drug lords in Africa and Iraq Born and raised in Colombia I traveled the seas Most wanted by these Cuban's, cause I'm making them G's Created by leaves Guys with ghats protect me from thieves See they put me to the test, cut me up with some mess I was too powerful, but now I'm straight for the U.S The Don Madelyn was a warrior He shipped me on a boat to Florida There I was met by some chick named Gloria Who afforded me, took me to some cats that rewarded me With the razor, they chopped me up and then they snorted me Then they shipped me off to Atlanta On an airplane with Manny and Tony Montana Overheard them say some rich folks are lovin it But they don't know I'm controlled by the government I travel in a suitcase, and keep cool as a fridge I've been through the white house Plus across the Brooklyn bridge [Chorus] I've traveled the world and the seven seas Cocaine business controls America! Cocaine business controls America! Cocaine business controls America! Cocaine business controls! [Verse Two] I'm in 52 states at the same time, I warned ya Arrived in California, at 6:15 By 8:15 I was into people's blood stream They kept knocking at the door exchanging me for cream These people chopped me In Detroit they cooked me up and rocked me I'm at a party getting smoked By some Russians that play hockey I destroyed the life of Roy Tarpley So no more NBA, I almost had Cool J And further more I was put here to destroy the poor I even have them strung out, and start an all out war See jealous n***as bring the ruckus They snitch and give cops tips The bustas, they found the cake of me In the spare tire of a g-rides Cutla** And now he up state, I roll with these thug n***as Cause thug n***as push weight, and that's great If you run out, re-up and you straight A Chaldean found dead in his black mark 8 [Chorus] [Verse Three] The world is mine, no competition Been through the nose of these rich white folks Lawyers and politicians, I'm hazardous to your condition I got prostitutes turning tricks for me, in all positions I made all you n***as famous, give me my props Smoke is in and out of pawnshops But in my game you locked up, or put in a pine box I'm far from racist, been in plenty car chases Don't have to call, so these drug dealers won't catch cases I'm the boss, they should crown me the king of weight loss My alias is white horse, bust it They put me in a crack pipe and stuff it CP brown, I mess around And have more base hits then Kirby Puckett I have the whole world in rehab From Black, White, to Arab I'll have your body so numb You couldn't feel a Holyfield jab Careless whispers, I'm ill as hurricane or twisters Ask Richard Pryor, or the Pointer Sisters [Chorus 2X]