Cocaine Lyrics - The Lonely Island

AHHHH 

Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) 

Snort-y snort snort the cocaine 

Ohhhhhh 

Drop the biggest bump I ever hit 

Damnnnn 

Yo fucking chop another kid 

I wanna do it til my face falls off 

Til my tongue's so numb that the taste fall off 

I do blow 

And boy I do it viciously 

Lie to my face and that mother fucker's history 

Cocaine cocaine 

China bright, snow white 

Rolled to a rave 

And steal a mother fucker's glow light 

Keep my dough right 

Man these white lines bite 

Make me bleed out my mother fucking eyes tonight 

So highhhhh 

Nose like a power vac 

Girls rub me down just to get into my powder sack 

On the power track 

So I drink to my health 

Lift the rail off the mirror and I wink to myself 

No needle in my vein 

I got to maintain 

A bitch like me is doing cocaine 

Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) 

Snort-y snort snort the cocaine 

Snort snort snort the cocaine (x3) 

Snort-y snort snort the cocaine 

I like to do the cokey-coke 

You'll never see me smokey-smoke 

Never buy, already brokey-broke 

Pass me a dollar and I'll roll it up 

For me though 

Were gonna sell and cut tonight 

Uhhh huhhh 

I'm gonna yell and fuck tonight 

Uhhh huhhh 

I'm gonna press my luck tonight 

Uhh huhh 

Motha fuckas better duck tonight 

Uhh huhh 

Doing lines off my face with a bendy straw 

Pick up my whole car in half with a bendy saw 

There ain't enough room for me in this town 

And once my dick gets hard it'll never go down 

A to the N to the DER to the SON 

When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one 

While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton 

And we never fucking stop until the bag is done 

I walk in the party with my dick in my hand 

And straight to the bathroom with my dick in my hand 

You wanna step up I got the brick in my hand 

Then leave your ass face down with my dick in my hand 

Denis A. I hit the yay all day 

Went to your party must stay all day 

Hit you in the brain 

Leave your face ug-lay 

Andersons give a fuck what ya'll say. 

Philip Anderson looking for action 

Dear God on the floor 

Call the chain reaction 

Step up 

You better learn how to act son 

No go 

You better hit the track bud 

Arnold A., but the girls call me Arny 

Do more blows than the Columbian army 

Made my name in the hyrdogame 

Now I play all day on my hydroplane. 

Tell me if your nose froze 

Girls with no clothes 

Then your face pushed in 

For that shit that you stole 

We cut your shit with ay jack so products bump 

And it sits a hundred grand out the back of my trunk 

When no radio play you can't fuck with Philip A. 

Andersons mother fucker till my dying day 

While you were horse faced, running 

Tryin to get the crowd hyped 

We was in the back 

Sippin yack 

Startin fist fights 

Ohh 

I hit the light when I spin on your girl 

Turn around and do a line 

And I spit on your girl 

Haaaa 

That's the sound of my laughter 

My grove takes my life 

To a live firecracker 

Never sleep 

All my dreams end in disaster 

Life in the fast lane just got faster 

What's your name? 

Arny A., call me Mr. What 

Last to pass out 

And the first to fuck 

And whatchya do? 

Sell snow 

Man, all the blow 

The mother fucking pipe, 

Pipe arose me though 

What's your name? 

Denny A., soft soother with the luga 

Hit more keys than the ones on your computer 

Whatchya do? 

Anything, anywhere, anytime and place 

You try to shake my hand I'll punch you in the face 

What's your name? 

Philip A., known as bobby flay 

Cuz I cook that coke up everyday 

And whatchya do? 

Drink, fuck, snort, shoot and fight 

Ya fuck with Phil ya gonna fuck all night 

What's ya name? 

Anderson, the family's here 

The one that you love, and hate and fear 

And whatchya do? 

Known to party every night and day 

Try to make us leave but we're still gonna stay