cocaina lyrics – busta rhymes

(feat. marsha (floetry))

[intro: busta rhymes]
ai-ya-ya-yio…
busta rhymes ya gotsa be the sure shot
flipmode ya gotsa be the sure shot
aftermath ya gotsa be the sure shot
my live n*gg*z y’know; who be the sure shot?
live b*tches y’know; who be the sure shot?
shhhiiieeettt…

[busta rhymes]
i’m back in ya soul just like a minister
i’m big like a movie, i’m on the screen and at the cinema
while i’m in the process of slowly gettin rid of ya
i’m back over b*tches, and then i throw ’em in my videa
yeah, yeah, the god of the block
y’know me killa had you spreadin the spot wet and +twist it+ like olivia
oh sh*t, flow so sick in the committeea
we know you a slouch duke, we don’t even consider ya
boss n*gg*, see or hear me in ya area
the more n*gg*z, the murders, the more the money, the more the merrier
smash sh*t ’til everything become m*ss hysteria
hungry for street sh*t, see i be takin care of ya check n*gg*
f*ck all the talk, homey i’m daring ya
the lead from the shot’ll poision ya blood like malaria
made back and sell it over exotic
worm skin interior, my swagger to my b*tch the more money
it’s all superior

[chorus: busta rhymes]
when we in the spot y’know that we sure to shine (to shine)
it’s all so holy and so divine
*n*lyze n*gg*z ’til we can read ya mind
sometimes a real live n*gg* is hard to find
we like, “drugs overdose n*gg*z every time”
(cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
(cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
we like, “drugs overdose n*gg*z every time”
(cocaina baby, cocaina baby)

[busta rhymes]
yo, i’m tired of tellin ya
back on my bullsh*t, f*ckin put a sh*ll in ya
gangster n*gg*z respect it, salute me on the regular
when it comes to the street sh*t, define me as the emperor
check it my n*gg*.. most of you muhf*ckers amateur
i muster the n*gg* quick and damage any challenger
but now y’know, “oh a n*gg* flow so spectacular”
break n*gg*z down and handle you muhf*ckin characters
captain of this sh*t but most of you n*gg*z is p*ssengers
i’m takin it back to the hood, like ’87 maximas
yeah, yeah y’know who the truth, no need for askin the, same question again
to get the same answer bruh, fasten ya seatbelt
b*tches f*ck wit the bachelor
wit’ money like a thousand c*ke deals from here to panama
strike like a brightness, a light.. i’m here to dazzle ya
whole hood from the boroughs, to the n*gg*z up in attica
soldiers in the streets, the middle east, way down to canada
when it comes to the block, y’know i’m the amb*ssador
follow n*body’s footsteps, but said it like a scavenger
wanna talk money b*tch!? then holla at my manager
the way y’all n*gg*z is trash, my crew’ll get to blasting ya
twelve shot clip, hollow tips, quick to plaster ya
all over the cement, spread ya like i’m mashing
everything, bus-a-bus date… but check ya f*ckin calendar!

[chorus (w/out the last two “cocaina baby’s”)]

[marsha + busta]
take me all the waaayyy, where you are (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
i really want to mattteee, take me now
take us far awaayyy, to the skkkyyy (cocaina baby, cocaina baby, cocaina baby)
i really want to mattteee, some.. time

/ busta rhymes lyrics