[ VERSE 1 ]   Now.. I come from the Oakland town   Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down   Young brothers my age making dollars so long   Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone   See him draped in gold, we call him Big Bank Bob   Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job   Call him trash, he supplies for the dopefiend's tweak   But what you make in a year he might make in a week   Cold cash money is the answer to life   Feedin fat hovers to a dopefiend's pipe   Gotta keep rollin, just can't stop   Only two worries are a thief or the cops   People keep sayin: it's all so wrong   But the rocks roll strong all night long   Another Park Street life, the age old story   And now the coke dealers take all the glory   They're the ones you meet big time on the street   I say the coke dealers are now the elite   See, the average dopehouse will take your soul   Trade it for a rock and do the same with your gold   But if you think about it really it all sounds silly   Smoked out Willie in his washed off Philly   Open up shop down the block   And everybody's tryin to get a piece of that rock      Coke dealers   Big time, baby   Smokin   Coke      [ VERSE 2 ]   Cocaine the demon, it knows you well   Sellin you a trip to a place called hell   You never even thought you'd get hooked   Starin in the mirror, scared to look   You think about life and think it's cold   Like drivin with a ???? down a rocky road   Now the rock man is your best friend   The only one you talk to time and again   You even tried dealin, but that's no fun   Before you made a sale it was in your lungs   So the coke dealer now lives on your life   Like a four year marriage you're the man's wife   You can hate it with a passion, but you won't fuss   He's the driver of a Caddy and you're ridin the bus   You think it's not fair, I tell you it is   Cause he bought yours and you bought his   Bought his cars, his clothes, and he bought the coke   Now he looks good and you look smoked   It doesn't take much to realize   All you gotta do is just open your eyes   You're cold bein pimped by a rock in some glass   What's it gonna take before you fall on your ass?   Bankrupt, smoked out, just simply through   Cold street walkin with a hole in your shoe      Coke dealers   Big time, baby   Smokin   Cokeland      [ VERSE 3 ]   I once had a homeboy rollin strong   Sold coke all day and all night long   He made a lotta money and bought a lotta stuff   But soon he went broke and it didn't take much   First he started smokin, and all that he figured   Was the more he sold dope, you see his bank got bigger   But my homie thought wrong cause he could be stopped   The vice squad rolled and the boy got popped   He was out on bail before he made it to jail   Wasn't about to do time when he's doin so well   Say he had a lotta money and some real good friends   But he was almost broke when he flipped again   So he got on his grind, he wasn't wastin a day   Opened up shop and started pumpin the weight   He thought about the boys that he could not pay   So he hustled by himself thinkin that's okay   But one night he was chillin with a freak named Carol   His door was kicked in and he was starin at a barrel   The brother with the gun saw him tweak on the base   Walked right up and put the Uzi in his face   He said, "Give up the dope if you still wanna breathe   I tell you one time, you better listen to me"   As my homie got robbed he lost the fight   And now he's just a smoker probably totin tonight      Coke dealers   Yeah, I'm big time, baby   Smokin   COKE!      Coke dealers   Big time, baby      Coke dealers   Big time, baby   Smokin   The City of Dope   Cokeland   Smokin   It don't stop