God created anything better than fat cocaine, he kept that shit for himself I mean, that shit is like truth serum You truly expose who you are I mean, if you happen to be a low life white bastard motherfucker Who would sell out this dude for him to suck off that glass dick Crack'll bring you right on in the light Man, I don't care if you black, white, Chinese, rich, poor You take that first sniff, you on a mission And that mission will never end And when the house, the money, loved ones are gone And they send you to the joint, you still gon' try to cop Only time it ends, strike that mission is when you six feet under No doubt And that's why I don't ever wanna hear about you using this shit, you understand me
