Founded in late 1994 with no intention to record an album, La Coka Nostra was more a loose collective of artists connected through Danny Boy than a group. Having taken time off from rap after the break-up of House of Pain, Danny Boy took to working in video production and fashion as well as mentoring other artists. He met Slaine in Boston and, impressed with his writing, brought him to L.A. to record some tracks. Eventually it turned into more of a group effort including the former members of House of Pain and Ill Bill, as well as associates from Psycho Realm, Special Teamz and others. It was not until early 2006 that an actual line up solidified. Plans to release an album were first voiced later the same year.
In late 2008, the group signed to Suburban Noize Records and released the long delayed debut album A Brand You Can Trust on July 14, 2009. The album took so long to complete due to Danny Boy's refusal to have the members collaborate via e-mail; instead, he would gather everyone at the studio. This took time due to the recording of Ill Bill and Everlast's solo albums as well as various tours and other commitments. A Brand You Can Trust features fifteen tracks and guest appearances from Snoop Dogg, Bun B, Sick Jacken, B-Real, Sen Dog, Immortal Technique, Big Left and Q-Unique. Though similar stylistically to the group's prior online releases, it features songs grounded more in reality. Subjects touched upon include politics, death, drug addiction, raising a child and terrorism.
On March 2, 2012, it was announced that Everlast would be leaving La Coka Nostra due to his daughter's medical issues.
Get Outta My Way
La Coka Nostra Lyrics
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Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
Got a chrome.45, a razor-sharp machete
La Coka Nostra, the fucking world ain't ready
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
It's murder in the first, premeditated
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it
This is cinematic but ain't directed by Spike Lee
It's La Coka, not forty acres and a mule
The corner hustlers want forty quakers and a tool
Breaking all the rules with the hammers and the baggies
Since I moved to Southie and my nanny used to nag me
"Do your homework, get off the street, read a book."
Instead I wrote a rhyme now fuck it, I need a hook.
And you should see the looks that I get when I'm walking now
You should see the respect I get when I'm talking, wow
It's like the whole world spun around
Raw's out the undergound, I supposed everybody knows
Yeah, the surgeon's general, sergeant at arms
Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs
Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill
Record a thirty millimeter grenade launcher mortar
You weak mother fuckers need to change your material
Serial kill M.C.'s diseased venereal
Imperial law, fucking Big Left's a God
Capo regime, original head nod
The all-American king of late night, Letterman
Medicine for all of your hip hop endeavours, man
Razor bleed in the cheek, machine gun to the cheek
Jungle warfare, using the streets, motherfucker
My words demand attention like a terrorist with nuclear weapons
It's Ill Billion dollar Bill and you're a useless investment
Behind every great fortune is a shooter's confession
If only the Lord knows, dope, continue to bless them, wet them
My holy water stolen Soviet automatics
Some mortars from Odessa from street corners to boroughs
It's the extra special
To these bitches my dick is existential
Porno director, let bitches know if they have potential
La Coka Nostra, I walk around with the chrome toaster
So coked that my nose is totally fucking frozen, drug music
Like the coke rock my uncle would smoke
Got junkies doing the robot for bundles of dope
I heard they don't want to call it Hell's Kitchen no more
I swear hip hop got me looking at the front door
I used to love her, now I want her smothered
When I see all the bastard styles that she's mothered
Fuck the Dalai Lama, it's the drama starter
I'll blow the spot like an Al Aksa martyr
Better lock up your guns, hide away your daughter
Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water
Cause the fire water numb the Irish man's pain
It's the Samurai Druid from the Highland Plains
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
Beat you down, scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
The opening lines of La Coka Nostra's song, "Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun, got 99 bullets, but it only takes one" speaks of the violent and dark nature of the song. The song is a rap that tells the tale of drugs, guns, and violence. The group's name, La Coka Nostra, refers to "Our Thing," which is the Sicilian Mafia's phrase. The song's lyrics speak about their life on the streets, and how they are forced to use guns and violence to keep themselves alive.
The song speaks of a group of individuals who have been shot and have nothing to lose, which is why they are willing to risk everything to fight back. They have a hardened stance that the world is not ready for them, and they are willing to do whatever it takes to survive, even if it involves killing other people. The reference to whiteys is an attempt to show that they are not interested in racial politics but are brought together by their need to survive on the streets.
The song provides a glimpse of life on the streets of America, which is not only dangerous but is also filled with drugs, gangs, and violence. It highlights the struggles of those who live without any safety nets, and it portrays the reality of the harshness of street life.
Line by Line Meaning
Get outta my way when I'm blasting my gun
Clear the path when I'm shooting my gun
Got 99 bullets but it only takes one
I have lots of bullets, but only need one to kill
Got a chrome.45, a razor-sharp machete
I have both a gun and a sharp knife at my disposal
La Coka Nostra, the fucking world ain't ready
Our group is too extreme for the rest of the world
It's murder in the first, premeditated
I plan ahead to commit first-degree murder
La Coka Nostra, the fucking haters hate it
Those who dislike us really hate us
Here comes the mighty ones they call whiteys
We, the powerful white people, are here
This is cinematic but ain't directed by Spike Lee
This is like a movie, but Spike Lee isn't involved
It's La Coka, not forty acres and a mule
We are La Coka, not the promised forty acres and a mule
The corner hustlers want forty quakers and a tool
Drug dealers want money and weapons
Breaking all the rules with the hammers and the baggies
We break the law with guns and drugs
Since I moved to Southie and my nanny used to nag me
Ever since I moved, my nanny would tell me what to do
"Do your homework, get off the street, read a book."
She would tell me to study and stay out of trouble
Instead I wrote a rhyme now fuck it, I need a hook.
But instead, I wrote rap lyrics and now I need a catchy chorus
And you should see the looks that I get when I'm walking now
I get a lot of attention when I walk down the street
You should see the respect I get when I'm talking, wow
People really listen and respect me when I speak
It's like the whole world spun around
Everything changed for me
Raw's out the underground, I supposed everybody knows
My music is now mainstream and everyone is aware of it
Yeah, the surgeon's general, sergeant at arms
I am the leader and enforcer of my group
Black ops insurgent dropping hydrogen bombs
We are like secret operatives dropping powerful bombs
Recognizance salute, report a confirmed kill
I salute after confirming a successful murder
Record a thirty millimeter grenade launcher mortar
I keep notes of my weapons and attacks
You weak mother fuckers need to change your material
Other rappers need to improve their style
Serial kill M.C.'s diseased venereal
I destroy other rappers like a deadly disease
Imperial law, fucking Big Left's a God
With my power, I am like a god
Capo regime, original head nod
I am the leader of my gang, and everyone respects me
The all-American king of late night, Letterman
I am the popular, respected rapper of the United States
Medicine for all of your hip hop endeavours, man
My music will heal you and help you succeed in rap
Razor bleed in the cheek, machine gun to the cheek
I will physically attack those who cross me
Jungle warfare, using the streets, motherfucker
I am fierce like a soldier fighting in the streets
My words demand attention like a terrorist with nuclear weapons
My lyrics are so powerful that they demand attention
It's Ill Billion dollar Bill and you're a useless investment
I am Ill Billion dollar Bill, and you are a worthless investment
Behind every great fortune is a shooter's confession
Every leader has committed violence to achieve success
If only the Lord knows, dope, continue to bless them, wet them
God and drugs will bless and protect us
My holy water stolen Soviet automatics
The weapons I use are like holy water to me
Some mortars from Odessa from street corners to boroughs
I obtain weapons from many sources
It's the extra special
I am unique and special
To these bitches my dick is existential
To women, my penis is a symbol of my existence
Porno director, let bitches know if they have potential
I am like a porn director, evaluating women's worth
La Coka Nostra, I walk around with the chrome toaster
As a member of La Coka Nostra, I carry a gun
So coked that my nose is totally fucking frozen, drug music
I use so many drugs that my nose is numb, and my music reflects that lifestyle
Like the coke rock my uncle would smoke
I use drugs like my uncle once did
Got junkies doing the robot for bundles of dope
Addicts will do anything for a fix
I heard they don't want to call it Hell's Kitchen no more
The neighborhood has changed its name
I swear hip hop got me looking at the front door
I feel like I am constantly in danger as a rapper
I used to love her, now I want her smothered
I once loved hip hop, but now I want to destroy it
When I see all the bastard styles that she's mothered
I dislike the various styles of rap that have emerged
Fuck the Dalai Lama, it's the drama starter
I am a troublemaker, not the Dalai Lama
I'll blow the spot like an Al Aksa martyr
I will cause chaos like a suicide bomber
Better lock up your guns, hide away your daughter
You should hide your family and guns if you cross me
Keep the Irish boy away from the fire water
I, as an Irish person, have a tendency to drink too much
"Cause the fire water numb the Irish man's pain
Alcohol is an escape for Irish people
It's the Samurai Druid from the Highland Plains
I am like a mystical warrior from Scotland
Like William Wallace and Michael Collins
I am like the famous Scottish and Irish revolutionaries
Beat you down, scream on you like I'm Henry Rollins
I will physically attack and intimidate you
Contributed by Austin C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Diabolical Greed
Holy shit, I didn't expect former members of House of Pain to be this heavy or this fuckin' awesome.
Mighty Shakes
Love it🔥🔥🔥
blankebaas
great music,i'm waiting for their album .....
swan714
love the rymes starting @ 37 sec, THIS IS KEEPIN IT REAL!
b6 bob
bill kills it
Caveman Travels
thats pretty sick.. i'd love to work for those guys.
Wes Dub
ALL OF ILLBILL IS GOLD
m christopher
Greatest intro ever
Cosmic Dust
yeah, this song is the bomb
m christopher
love this song, but its not on the cd :(