Knicks
Cochise Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh (Carlos is here)
Uh, uh, uh, okay, uh
Uh, yeah, uh, okay, uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah (uh)
Uh, uh, uh, okay (hit it)
I could be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple bloods but I know a lot of crips
Want VVS on my necklace but the ocean make me sick (sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
I got it don't trip (trip)
I can't be a simp (can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (out on trip, yeah)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God wit' me so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip, yeah)
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up
Take 'em to the trunk
Dat boy outta luck, uh
I'ma leave 'em stuck, uh
Wet that nigga up, uh
Heard he got the Runtz, uh
We go stick him up, yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah
Like a tux, yeah (oh, yeah)
Feeling like I'm guts (oh, yeah)
Tell that boy wassup, yeah
Tell that boy
Now hol' on, cold like Minnesota
Bend the back like folder
In her mouth like molars (hit it)
I can be a center for the Heat
And when it hit the summertime I might just get the Jeep
I hit them wit' the step-back
When I play I'm too elite (I'm too elite)
I'm stepping on they necks
They getting mad because it's cleats, uh (they mad because it's cleats)
I was like, "Wassup?", Yeah (wassup?)
Heard that he been acting up, I know he getting pressed up
Talking tough online but man ain't really have his chest up
619, swing off the rope and caught his neck up
He was blind, hit 'em wit some Yens and now he- (hit it)
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up
Take 'em to the trunk
Dat boy outta luck, uh
I'ma leave 'em stuck, uh
Wet that nigga up, uh
Heard he got the Runtz, uh
We go stick him up, yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah
Like a tux, yeah (oh, yeah)
Feeling like I'm guts (oh, yeah)
Tell that boy wassup, yeah
Tell that boy
Now hol' on, cold like Minnesota
Bend the back like folder
In her mouth like molars (hit it)
I got the racks, I put 'em in packs, I'm making 'em double, yeah
I'm in the back, I'm making my Mac, I'm making it crumble, yeah
My money it's come and so it's abundant
And buzzin' like bumble, yeah
My nigga, they coming at me
I done just did it to show them I'm humble, yeah
Yeah me nuh pay face to all that rumble
I had them running like Rambo, uh, yeah
Just like WWE I'm ready to rumble, yeah
Royal Rumble, I'm make the, uh
I make it tumble, uh, yeah
One in the, uh
Q move R, that's how we rumble, uh yeah (hit it)
The song "Knicks" by Cochise provides listeners with a glimpse into his life as he spits rhymes about his lifestyle, his ambitions, and his status among his peers. The lyrics are focused on money, power, respect, and his willingness to take down anyone who dares to challenge him. Cochise appears to be unfazed by his haters and commands respect with his confident flow.
In the first verse, Cochise talks about being a potential player for the New York Knicks, but also mentions his connections to both the Bloods and Crips. He mentions his desire for a diamond necklace while also stating that he is not a fan of the ocean. Cochise also refers to himself as feeling like the late rapper Nipsey Hussle due to his Puma brand affiliation. In the second verse, Cochise talks about being a center for the Miami Heat and his domination on the basketball court. He also details how he confronted his rival who was talking tough online but could not back it up in real life.
Overall, the song expresses Cochise's self-confidence, his toughness, and his ambition.
Line by Line Meaning
I could be a bucket for the Knicks
I have the skills to be a valuable player for the New York Knicks basketball team
I know a couple bloods but I know a lot of crips
I have connections with people from different gang affiliations
Want VVS on my necklace but the ocean make me sick (sick)
I desire high quality diamonds on my necklace but I am seasick
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
Wearing Puma clothing makes me feel like the late rapper Nipsey Hussle
I got it don't trip (trip)
Do not worry, I have everything under control
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (out on trip, yeah)
I am not interested in taking a girl on a trip
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
People will envy your success and then seek advice from you
God wit' me so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip, yeah)
I have faith in God and therefore do not worry, I hold onto my weapon
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up
I will take care of my enemies and handle them
Take 'em to the trunk
I will move them to a secluded area
Dat boy outta luck, uh
That person is unfortunate
Wet that nigga up, uh
I will shoot that person
Heard he got the Runtz, uh
I heard he has good quality weed
We go stick him up, yeah
We will rob him
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah
I will keep my weapon concealed
Like a tux, yeah (oh, yeah)
My weapon is hidden like a tuxedo
Feeling like I'm guts (oh, yeah)
I feel like a gangster
Tell that boy wassup, yeah
Confront him and ask what his intentions are
Now hol' on, cold like Minnesota
Wait a moment, I am feeling cold like Minnesota
Bend the back like folder
Bend your back like you are folding something
In her mouth like molars (hit it)
I am receiving oral sex
I can be a center for the Heat
I am skilled enough to play basketball as a center for the Miami Heat team
And when it hit the summertime I might just get the Jeep
When it is summer, I may buy a Jeep car
I hit them wit' the step-back
I use a basketball move called the step-back to trick my opponents
When I play I'm too elite (I'm too elite)
I am such a skilled player that I am considered elite
I'm stepping on they necks
I am dominating and defeating my opponents
They getting mad because it's cleats, uh (they mad because it's cleats)
My opponents are getting angry because I am wearing cleats on the basketball court
Heard that he been acting up, I know he getting pressed up
I heard that someone is misbehaving and is being confronted by others
Talking tough online but man ain't really have his chest up
That person is pretending to be tough on the internet but does not have the courage to confront others in person
619, swing off the rope and caught his neck up
I will perform a wrestling move called the 619 and hurt that person
I was like, "Wassup?", Yeah (wassup?)
I asked "what's up?" to someone
He was blind, hit 'em wit some Yens and now he- (hit it)
I tricked him with a fake currency called Yens and caused him to lose something valuable
I got the racks, I put 'em in packs, I'm making 'em double, yeah
I have a lot of money and I am doubling it
I'm in the back, I'm making my Mac, I'm making it crumble, yeah
I am working on my computer and making it perform faster
My money it's come and so it's abundant
I have a lot of money
And buzzin' like bumble, yeah
I am rich and famous
My nigga, they coming at me
My friends are supporting me
I done just did it to show them I'm humble, yeah
I did it to prove to my friends that I am still humble
Yeah me nuh pay face to all that rumble
I do not pay attention to unnecessary arguments and conflicts
I had them running like Rambo, uh, yeah
I made people run away from me like in the movie Rambo
Just like WWE I'm ready to rumble, yeah
Like in WWE, I am ready to fight
Royal Rumble, I'm make the, uh
I am participating in a battle royale and will win
I make it tumble, uh, yeah
I will make my opponents fall and lose
One in the, uh
I will finish with a final move
Q move R, that's how we rumble, uh yeah (hit it)
We use a sequence of moves to fight, like in the game of chess
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Terrell Cox, Carlos Rebata
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
The Great Golden Buddha
Lyrics:
[intro]
(mixture of "uh's" and "yuh's")
[Verse 1]
I can be a bucket for the Knicks
I know a couple Bloods, but I know a lot of Crips
Want VVS on my necklace, but the ocean make me sick (Sick)
Got Puma on my body, got me feelin' like I'm Nip (Nip)
I got it, don't trip, uh, I can't be no simp (I can't be no simp)
Can't even bother takin' shawty on a trip (I'm on a trip, ayy)
These niggas envy you and then they ask for tips
God with me so I do not worry, keep a grip (I keep that grip)
(Hit it)
[chorus] (this do hit hard tho)
UPS, I'ma pack 'em up ('Em up)
Take 'em to the truck (The truck), that boy out of luck (Of luck)
I might leave 'em stuck (Huh?), wet that nigga up (Huh?)
Heard he got the Runtz (Huh?), we gon' stick him up (Huh?), yeah
I'ma keep it tucked, uh, yeah, like a tux, yeah (Tux)
Feelin' like I'm Guts (Oh yeah), tell that boy, "What's up?" Yeah
Tell that boy, like hold up, cold like Minnesota
Bendin' her back like folders, in her mouth like molars (Hit it)
[verse 2]
I can be the center for the Heat
And when it hit the summertime, I might just get the Jeep
I hit them with the step back, when I play, I'm too elite (I'm too elite)
I'm steppin' on they necks, they gettin' mad because it's screeched, uh (Oh yeah, because it screeched)
I was like "What's up?" Yeah (What's up?)
Heard that he been actin' up, I know he gettin' pressed up
Talkin' tough online, but man ain't really have his chest up
619 (pronounced like six one nine), swingin' off the rope and caught his neck up
He was blind, hit him with some years and now he— (Hit it)
[chorus]
[verse 3] (you could sing it or mumble but either way it hit hard)
I got the racks, I put 'em in packs, I make it a double (Yeah), yeah
I'm in the back, I'm hittin' that MAC, I'm makin' it crumble, yeah
My money is comin' and it's so abundant, they buzzin' like bumble, yeah
My niggas, they comin' at me, [?] the shawty, I'm humble, ooh, yeah
But I pass, I still got this rumble, I got this money to rumble, ooh, yeah
Just like WWE, I'm ready to rumble, ooh, yeah
Royal Rumble, I'm in it, yeah, I make it tumble, uh, yeah
Run it up, uh, Q move, R move, they call me Rumble, uh, yeah (Hit it)
Louaista
EXCITED TO SEE YOU COME UP!
Cordell Dubuclet
Just remember in two years this song is going to be so nostalgic and Cochise is going to be a big artist
Carl Mungai
Can’t wait !!
Gm
He’ll fall off faster than he came up you really have hope in some chipmunk w carti lyrics smh imagine bumping this shit 😂😂
Carl Mungai
@Gm how far did you scroll to get here
Cordell Dubuclet
@Gm if you’re hating on his music why are you listening to this song
Learnkids
His flow Lit 😭🔥🔥
jaylen
Bro listen to i’m scared by young thug. Their flows sound exactly the same
MoneyMakinMitch
Sht is trash but I can’t help but bump my head to it
Jah T
i’m sure it’s not his flow you mean. it’s pretty much the same as those in the same lane as him (think thug, uzi, and them). his vocal inflections and the effects on his are fye though