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.
Gun In Your Mouth
La Coka Nostra Lyrics
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For the Charlestown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon.
[Chorus:] ~Ill Bill~
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
[Verse 1:] ~Slaine~
Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know the time for a robbery
Is really long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mob flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2]:~Everlast~
Got my mind on the plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands behind his back with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:] ~Ill Bill~
I pull hammers like double aces, Desert Eagles in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper
[Repeat Chorus:]
The lyrics of La Coka Nostra's "Gun in Your Mouth" is a violent and graphic depiction of a bank robbery and other criminal activities. The song's chorus emphasizes the use of a gun in the commission of various crimes, from robbing a bank and a dope dealer to ransacking a house and even going after innocent people. The use of a gun serves as a means to an end, a way to gain profit and power.
Slaine, the first vocalist, starts his verse by mentioning smoking embalming fluid, a dangerous practice that can have severe effects on one's physical and mental health. He then goes on to describe how he plans to rob an armored car, and he's willing to put the driver in the hospital to do it. He talks about his need to get rich because of drug addiction, and how he's willing to do anything to get it, including committing brutal acts of violence.
Everlast follows with a verse about his motive to provide for his family. He talks about kicking in doors, tying people up, and getting high from robbing people. He even mentions a specific event when he claims to have caught someone slipping backstage at an awards show. His verse is just as violent, but his motivation is different from Slaine's - he wants to provide for his family and himself.
Lastly, Ill Bill's verse tells the story of how he loves crime and isn't afraid to commit it. He mentions having a gun addiction and an addiction to women, and how he falls asleep at night clutching his gun. He describes using furniture as weapons and having a helicopter as his mode of transportation. The lyrics are a vivid account of criminal activities that one could only see in movies.
Line by Line Meaning
For the Charlestown bank robbers, this one's for you. C'mon.
Dedicated to the bank robbers of Charlestown.
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I'll rob a bank and escape to the south with a gun pointed at you.
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I'll rob the drug dealer and threaten him with a gun.
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I'll search your entire place for hidden things with my gun aimed at you.
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I'll break into your mother's house and kill everyone with a smile on my face and a gun in your mouth.
Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
Let's do drugs and then rob an armored car. I'll attack the driver and injure him.
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know some people who keep drugs and money at home. We'll make them drink, duplicate their keys and rob them, tie up their partners, and leave.
I know the time for a robbery
Is really long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mob flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means
I know robberies take a long time, but I still want the money because I'm addicted to drugs. I have everything needed to hide my identity and escape. I don't care about cops or mobs. Robbery is the American dream, and we'll fight and kill for it.
Got my mind on the plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands behind his back with extension cords
I am focused on robbing to support my family. I'll break the door while holding a gun and take drugs and money while keeping you on the floor and your hands tied.
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
Unless you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste
He was vulnerable at the Source Awards, so I took the opportunity and robbed him. I work with several emergency services to make sure we escape. We rob while being high on drugs, no matter what type. I'll threaten you with a gun to open the safe or taste my bullet.
I pull hammers like double aces, Desert Eagles in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
I pull out guns and threaten you with them. I'm Billy Crystal, a great person. I coolly approach you and shoot. I'm not afraid of getting caught. Money and drugs are my addictions. Also, I love women with double Ds. I sleep with a gun by my side, and keep hiding drugs and food.
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper
Listen up, we earn and threaten people with big guns, and we kill. I don't need a gun, I can beat you to death with furniture. We're awesome, and we're for real. We're so intense that our actions feel like a Scorsese movie. I can even make criminal behavior into profit. I can jump from a helicopter and shoot you, or kill you while you're eating a burger.
Repeat Chorus
Repeating the chorus.
Contributed by Adam L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
KapiösAllös
LYRICS
For the Charlestown bank robbers
This one's for you
C'mon
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get 'em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know the time for a robbery
Is really long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mob flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
It's the ironman with the nine in his hand
Got my mind on the plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands behind his back with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
'Less you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I pull hammers like double aces
My Desert Eagle's in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
theculprit101
man this is exactly what rap is missing right now. i hate all the poppy autotune shit thats out. THIS is rap.
Moe
never gets old still bumping this 2 more albums later
KapiösAllös
LYRICS
For the Charlestown bank robbers
This one's for you
C'mon
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Let's smoke a bundle of embalming fluid
Stick an armoured car up, I'mma climb into it
All I need is an eightball and nine to do it
I'll put the fucking driver in the trauma unit
I know some wannabes sloppy with keys
With coke and cash in the crib, probably trees
We'll get 'em drunk, passed out then copy his keys
Open his door, rope up his whore and then breeze
I know the time for a robbery
Is really long but it really doesn't bother me
I need to get rich, bitch cause I'm drug sick
I got a mask, gloves, gun and a thug clique
Fuck a pig cop faggot or a mob flick
We get away clean, we'll never be seen
And this is the American dream
So we fight for it, kill for it, whatever it means
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
It's the ironman with the nine in his hand
Got my mind on the plan cause I grind for the fam
Kick in the door waving the four-four
Run the kush and the cash, get your ass on the floor
Ties his hands behind his back with extension cords
He was slipping backstage at the Source Awards
I call DMS, you call EMS, FDNY, NYPD
We get high committing strong-armed robberies
Don't matter if it's crack, heroin, or trees
When the gun's in your face, you gonna open the safe
'Less you really wanna know how a bullet'll taste
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
I pull hammers like double aces
My Desert Eagle's in your fucking faces
It's Billy Crystal, the fucking greatest
A really cool guy, run up on you shoot nines
A fucking idiot, I ain't afraid to do time
Addicted to money, I ain't afraid to do crime
Addicted to pussy, X-rated with two dimes
I fall asleep at night clutching the biscuit
Hiding the kilo, the cocaine, and a bucket of chicken
Listen, we big earners with big burners, a bunch of murderers
Fuck a heater, I'll beat you to death with furniture
Throw chairs and tables, kitchen sinks, listen bitch
We the shit, motherfucker this is it
We the real thing, we bring Scorsese to reality
I turn horrifying behaviour into salaries
I jump out a helicopter and pop ya
Run up by you while you're in Burger King eating a Whopper
I'mma rob a bank then I'mma bounce down south
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Stick up the dope man, y'all know what the fuck I'm about
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run your whole shit, stash box under the couch
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
Run up in your momma's house and air everyone out
With a smile on my face and my gun in your mouth
oresman91
Greece needs a live from La Coka right now!!!
Vaggelis Faroupos
2021 still needing it
name
2022 still
Thetete7
I'm gonna rob a bank because La Coka Nostra has inspired me
MMail1984
Live yo dreams young man!
Chris Jfjbjs
Me too
Ray Hughes
You outta prison yet?