Cocaine [Deluxe Edition] - Cunninlynguists

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 as its jaw ki-ki-ki-ki-kickin'

The sign says "Bitches, form a line"

Politicians doing rails off a hooker's spine

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 fuck 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 steams

Crack the code better, nigga's soul rose [?]

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 fucking cocaine?

Damn, that's some good shit