Cocaine [Deluxe Edition]

Nearly everyone in Washington D.C. carries around a little cocaine
 That's because 95% of all dollar bills in the nation's capital has traces of the illegal drug. The largest study of bank notes has found that nearly 9 out of 10 bills circulating in the U.S. are tainted with cocaine
 America's nose sniffing as its jaw ki-ki-ki-ki-kickin'
 The sign says "Bitches, form a line"
 Politicians doing rails off a hooker's spine
 Same shit that lock niggas up for trying to grind
 Cause for the last ten years if you mix it with soda
 Yet they used to use it to put the coke in the cola
 In the nose of the stars, they getting smoked by the boulder
 Even then they had to push it on the streets like a stroller
 They shaking like Ray, twitching, scratching their shoulders
 The war against drugs, who the fuck are the soldiers?
 Without drug money, the economy fold up
 Cops won't get paid to harass and roll up
 Without niggas... and pots to blow up
 Who gonna buy all these damn Beamers and Rovers
 My kids sent up the river by lawyers and judges
 Them same motherfuckers that's sniffing cocaine
 Researchers at the University of Massachusetts say
 90% of all money in the U.S. has traces of cocaine
 Researches there believe that the statistics suggest
 More Americans are sniffing cocaine at higher levels due to the recession
 Listen, it goes one for the junkie, two for the fiends
 Triple for the beams that help weigh out their dreams
 You wanna meet Jesus, wait til it steams
 Crack the code better, nigga's soul rose [?]
 It seems, streets were flooded before New Orleans, we
 Tried to kick it, but the shit just be...
 All through the night for it critters be crawling
 Help you transform, it's revenge for the fallen, strange
 Slanging that Big Daddy Kane
 For that juice, crews will make shit out your brains
 Boost your morality, boosting your fame
 Pigeons go loose to make a noose out your veins
 Who, the vain, creators of the antic
 Who wear it like a stain, self-maimed off your crackict
 We're lost like signals, victims of static
 For ways out of the madness we're sniffing cocaine
 Where's my fucking cocaine?
 Damn, that's some good shit