Cocoa Brovaz feat. Buckshot - Blown Away Lyrics

release date: 1998-3-31
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Thug Rap
length: 4:23
Losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high

I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
But sometimes the flesh get's weak
And I regret the decision I choose

But I'm not trying to sing the blues
'cause life goes on, remembering the verse Nitty showed me the song
Kept me calm for a minute though
Got me mellowin' Juda blaze the Cocoa

But in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick 'em off, soon be back to bill yo

On the bricks side where it's real for sho
But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow
It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo my mind flow

Losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high everybody ****in' wit me
'cause they know I keep a pound of trees 'cause I gotta maintain in me
But I'm losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Gotta link with my B.N.C.

It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
I can't knock him though, 'cause we was once consider peoples
We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs
We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up

I burglarize my first joint playin' with stack money
Who motto was "I die for it" quote from Stack Money
Head cappo, 'cause shots round the big apple
Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you

Would of sworn he was the thoroughest, came threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out the ash tray

I didn't even know, just knew my man, Mr. Brown
And I've been linkin' up with dunn for 3 months now
Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee
Returned to death stair, eye's full of blood shot

Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that **** *****, **** you
**** him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too
Like it's cool to be smokin' on the rulers
Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the Buddhas

I'm losin' my mind, rollin' my dime
Friend of mind, tryin' to lace my weed
That's a mutha****in' friend I don't need

It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man
For some **** that you been through, but you don't understand
It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game
If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game

I seen *****s snitch just to come home quick
Money came home, but he got hit
In the bubble whip, with the system in it
One shot, fire two, then burst **** that's what happen when you thrust

You think you comin' home, but you meetin' chrome
You really thought you had the throne, 'cause you was the bone
On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin'

All the rules of the game, so you plan flop
*****s seein' a vision, tryin' to make it to the top

Now I'm losin' my mind, gotta take time if I wanna roll that weed
'cause you know I gotta roll it in the leaf, can't **** with no stemi
I'm losin' my mind, smokin' my dime on the lo lo from these
'cause you know them *****s lookin' for me
From some **** back from the eighties

I'm losin' my mind
****in' wit' ya *****s one time

Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Off the Wall
  • 2 Still Standin Strong
  • 3 Won on Won
  • 4 Live at the Garden (skit)
  • 5 Blown Away
  • 6 Money Talks
  • 7 The Cash
  • 8 Black Trump
  • 9 Dry Snitch
  • 10 Game of Life
  • 11 Back 2 Life
  • 12 Bucktown USA
  • 13 What They Call Him (skit)
  • 14 Hold It Down
  • 15 Spanish Harlem
  • 16 Myah Angelow
  • 17 Memorial