In cocaine alley
you’ll see fast cars and champangne
In cocaine alley
you’ll see (the) rich guys roam
(or) be it a Kate or a Pete..
snort candy through rolled up bill
In cocaine alley
In cocaine alley
you’ll see loosers on the streets
In cocaine alley
you’ll see crack babies and whores
Let the gun in your hand speak
go chasing fatal dreams
In cocaine alley
(so) let the hot stuff turn you on
may the blow set you free
cocaine alley
In cocaine alley
you’ll see drug lords in control
In cocaine alley
you’ll see peasant stooping low
Barrel against his neck
you’d better look the other way
In cocaine alley
In cocaine alley
you’ll hear a mother mourn and cry
In cocaine alley
you’ll see ferryman standing by
He was my only son
Why did he have to die?
In cocaine alley
(so) let the hot stuff turn you on
may the blow set you free
cocaine alley
