She look even better, yeah, when she undressed Take her downtown when she get upset She gon' get it all, yeah, and nothin' less She don't wanna spend the night, she just wanna spend a life She just wanna take a flight, go to paradise Said she down to roll like a pair of dice Now she livin' off me like a parasite (aye) Let's take a flight to Cocaine Paradise To Cocaine Paradise, me and you Let's take a ride and fly high in the sky So I can join the mile high club This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want I need you to pay attention Now you're all mine, I forgot to mention Let's go all night, I'll teach you a lesson I love how you squeeze my arm when I'm stressin' Then you ask me why I'm flexin' And go all night from the moonlight 'til the sunrise So stay by my side I can tell you're down to ride Shorty look real good in the sundress She look even better, yeah, when she undressed Take her downtown when she get upset She gon' get it all, yeah, and nothin' less Let's take a flight to Cocaine Paradise To Cocaine Paradise, me and you (me and you) Let's take a ride (ride) and fly high in the sky (let me take you) So I can join the mile high club This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want (han, yeah) Fresh up out the bottom, get our roll on too Now we roll up in a four-door coupe (skrrt) This ain't no photoshoot I need somethin' to hold onto And to the stars where we all gon' shoot (woo) Gettin' high every second (second), fly with the feathers (feathers) Nas with the message (message), climb when I'm steppin' (steppin') Runnin' through New York like Will with the shepherd (woo), legend Crib on a cliff, on an island with a chef in (ah) Shout out to my partner Max doin' life (life) I know we gotta get it wrong to get it right (right) Shorty so bad, so bad Now I'm wishin' we could take off and do this like everynight Let's take a flight to Cocaine Paradise To Cocaine Paradise, me and you (me and you) Let's take a ride (ride) and fly high in the sky So I can join the mile high club This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want, yeah Cocaine paradise, yeah Black card, gotta swipe (gotta swipe it, baby) G8 gotta fly, cockpit me and the pilot high Eggs benedict, hollandaise Every day is Christmas just like a holiday Every day we poppin' bottles just like a ball drop Every way I'm toppin' these models with money don't stop In the club with pretty toes, a dub with many fours A brother with good taste, in love with nymphos And then she got a hit of the pure Baby got hooked just like I told her She want more coke boy, Rolls Royce my joy Two and two is four Kick through those doors We should do this more From the bottom to the top, you see I never stop It's just you and me Let's take a flight to Cocaine Paradise To Cocaine Paradise, me and you (me and you) Let's take a ride (ride) and fly high in the sky So I can join the mile high club This ain't what you need, baby, this is what you want, yeah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Oh, Yo Rae... I can't feel my face My heart pounding and shit (audible heart) Paranoid as a motherfucker right now, who the fuck? Close the blinds and shit! Who that? Captain Kirk? The Stark... enterprise, enterprise I was on and some shit? .I need some pussy though I'm ready for a Catwoman or something F-fuck it, lets go! Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box Of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a little bit, just a little bit.Thank You I need two waters, a dutch, and a cranberry Snapple) [Chorus: sample (Ghostface Killah)] All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Whoever got the kilos got the candy, man) A kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (You never catch the kid going hand to hand) All around the world today, the Kilo is the measure (Once you got the funds you got the panties, man) A Kilo is a thousand grams, its easy to remember (Throughout the I 9 to 5 I'm the Handyman) [Ghostface Killah] Racing through the hood, ski mask off Criminology hustle, when goons play the heat, blast off And every direction, protect ya babies, your moms Late night like Carson Daly, Theo Bailey, we stay armed Grits box, vacuum tight, concealing the powder Five fake cans of blow to throw them off wit the flower Red dots on me, big scopes, bullets the size of nickels Got Starkey coming out of his coat I gots to jet, don't look back, my cardio's killing me Old ladies is like 'Hold ya head, Tone, literally' All this, for a thousand grams? I'd rather be a con artist scheaming with a thousand scams [Chorus] [Raekwon] Aiyyo peace to those cooking that raw, powder white Get your sniff on, scarface niggaz, we getting right Some call it bricks, some call it birds How many niggaz get they lives tooken playing with shit, then catch a curb You would go to jail Get caught with this, niggaz'll grow to fail Stop playing, pot slaying, baking soda and scales They lived like brothers, word life, connects discovered Most niggaz get hard, from fucking with them pipes and hustlers Kilos is one thousand grams You know your ammo better be heavy 'cause soon kids is coming in camo Protect your land daddy, I'm an announcer You get caught with an ounce and its over Matter 'fact they takin you down, son [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Bricks, Tar caps, powder, cooked up crack Phones is tapped over franklin's stacks Kingpins put in bullpens, old connects get paro' Break out of town when the Jakes take down the Pharaoh Reason, He was moving that peruvian white Blowing coolies into hoopties, slamming cuties and ice Big heavy pots over hot stoves Mayonnaise jars of water with rocks in them got my whole projects out of order A Kilo is a thousand grams Beige, gold, brown, dirty, fluffy, tan, extract oil cut from cuban plants The chemist is brolic, pyrex scholars Professors at war over raw, killing partners for a million dollars [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Some say a drug dealers destiny is reachin the ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later straight cash, two million bucks Strictly powder, no cut Your coke is vialed in, whats up? Y'all beefin over little shit, we sniff, the balance split up In a plane or a penthouse, office or a warehouse Tony's got it nice, we never heard of any big droughts A Kilo is a thousand grams A pile of sand is equivilant, to the eye It's nice to have a thousand fans Coke buyers, some be liars Therefore, you check for wires Dedicated dealers, during holidays we give 'em lighters [Hook: Ghostface Killah] Red tops, blue tops, green tops, yellow tops Purple tops, beige tops, white tops, grey tops Black tops, clear tops, gold tops, pink tops Silver tops, tan tops, aqua tops, orange tops Salt tops, long tops, short tops, 12 12's 58 58's, weed bags, ziplocks Big rocks, coke spots, big glocks, one OT's Crumbs chopped, hot pots, one plate, crack Spot [Chorus] [Malice] Thirteen getting it, pyrex whipping it Like UPS, pack it up, shipping it Whether base or sniffing it, I got your fix The story's foretold like apocalypse It was me Michael T.T., handing out freebies Taking over blocks, telling niggas to be fee Where big brother 'Vine'll leave the body in the street Something kinda like how I be bodying the beat We was 300 deep like the Persian soldiers Word spread fast, we was serving boulders Ten crack commandments, holy Moses If you don't fit must equip icer toners Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers The New York niggas be taking all our bitches But we be God damned if taking all our business Duct tape, hard tops, C.S.I. forensics [Chorus]