cocaine
cocaine no
cocaine
cocaine
yeah
a long time we travel
make our way up the coast
brought into this land ten thousand miles from home
sailing upon a ship with thirty barrels of blow
them packed full cocaine in the galley below
the eye is in the sky
and water patrol
trying to track us down and there was nowhere to go
and then
shots fired at the incoming boats
not asking for no trouble
we got nothing to lose
cocaine
cocaine no
cocaine
cocaine
yeah
we make our way up through mexico
brought by a man with no self control
don't look the other way because we'll do it again
the north awaits the man
he'll be your best. again upon this land
we make our closer to home
driving through the night down the loneliest roads
we meet the man
shake his hand
but his name we don't know
ten thousand pound of cocaine just got sold
this is the life
this is the life for some
who knows where do you belong?
it's just a run
make the money
and the story gets told
its coming to find you it's headed strait for your nose