50 Cent — Cocaine

[Intro] Where did you get this stuff? Columbia Oh, uhh... well, do you mind if I do a line? Yeah, go ahead Fuck it, let's all do one I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it inside [Chorus: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin') Cocaine Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I got to eat) Cocaine I got to get my money You think shit is funny Me, I'm 'bout my business (You're motherfuckin' right) Cocaine [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Columbian girl, Peruvian chick She make the money roll and I love the bitch Know she ain't a virgin, but she pure For the right price I'll let you fuck with her raw I roll like a pimp, I'm your pusher man She could make us both rich nigga, yes, she can You want your own spot, let's talk locations Then talk market and the public relations [Pre-Chorus: Robin Thicke & 50 Cent] Everybody's watchin', yeah But no one talks about it, shut your mouth Right now there's only one name you can't call it, ha-ha She said ''Sex just ain't the same without it'', woo [Chorus: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine I know police is watchin' (See 'em watchin') Cocaine Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (I ain't stoppin') Cocaine I got to get my money (I've got to eat) You think shit is funny Me, I'm 'bout my business (You're motherfuckin' right) Cocaine [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Every little step I take (come on), you will be there Every little step I make (look, bitch), we'll be together So grateful (yeah), so faithful (uhh) Every gram in the hand's more paper (c'mon) I'll cut it, you sniff it, or smoke it, terrific [Bridge: Robin Thicke, 50 Cent & Together] Movie stars, models and blondes and cocaine, yeah New York, L.A. – it all the same, come on The angels look the other way 'Cause they can understand my pain [Chorus: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] Cocaine I know police is watchin' (I see 'em watchin') Cocaine Hustlin', I'm not stoppin' (No, I ain't stoppin') Cocaine I got to get my money (yeah) You think shit is funny (come on) Me, I'm 'bout my business Cocaine [Outro: 50 Cent & Robin Thicke] You niggas got a problem, yeah A big motherfucking problem At a minimum, I'ma have a nigga put speed knots all over your motherfucking head, ya dig? Oh shit Cocaine-caine-caine-caine-caine-caine