Cocaine In My Brain

Dillinger

Score: 3

Album:

Gangster, Prankster and Rasta

Genres:

Dub
Dancehall
Jamaica
Reggae
Ska

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[Intro] Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya I want you to spell for me something I want you to spell for me "New York", man Why do you want me to spell New York, man? I just want you to spell for me "New York" Can you do that, man? Sure, man, I can spell New York Well, go ahead, man N-E-W-Y-O-R-K, that's New York, man No, man, you've made a mistake, man I'm going to teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York, man (Well, go ahead, man) A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York, man You see, no matter where I treat my guest They always like my kitchen best [Verse 1] 'Cause I've cocaine running around my brain I've cocaine running around my brain I want to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters I want you to hold me tight 'cause I'm out of sight and I'm dynamite I've got cocaine running around my brain I've got cocaine running around my brain [Chorus] Man-oh-man, I've gotta be on the run Because I've got to meet the setting sun I've got a whole, a whole lot of cocaine Just running around my brain, I've got cocaine [Verse 2] Hey Jim, Jim, just a minute, ya I want you spell for me something, Jim I want you spell for me New York A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York Knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York Ride on, huh, ride on Ride on, huh, ride on [Bridge] Whenever time I walk in the rain Man-oh-man, it make me feel a burning pain Keep on burning in my bloody brain [Verse 3] I've got cocaine running around my brain I've got cocaine running around my brain No matter where I treat my guests They always like my kitchen best Because I've got a whole lot of cocaine Just running around my brain A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork That's the way we spell New York Ride on, ride on, ride on, ride on I've got cocaine, cocaine Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine Running around my brain [Chorus] I want you to dig me soul brothers and soul sisters I want you to hold tight 'cause I'm out of sight and I'm dynamite I've got cocaine running around my brain I've got cocaine running around my brain I've got cocaine running around my brain [Bridge] Hey, Jim, Jim, just a minute Just a minute, just a minute Just a minute, just a minute [Verse 4] Cocaine, Lord, it's cocaine Yeah, it's cocaine, I want cocaine Lord, I want cocaine (Huh) That's cocaine, and that's cocaine Running around my brain Running around my brain Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine (Yeah) [Outro] Man-oh-man, I've gotta be on the run Because I've got to meet that setting sun And I've got a whole lot of cocaine just running around my brain I've got cocaine, cocaine, cocaine Cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine