Once Upon A Time
Nikko D.C. Lyrics
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[Silkk The Shocker]
Once upon a time in a crack house (a crack house)
It was drought season (season)
And everybody was fiending (fiending)
So they had to come and buy their dope from me
It all started back in the crack house
When I was counting up some dope and some mail
Now beaucoup pagers for sale
But I ain't have no more fucking yail
I had to get me some more
But all the dope is stupid move kinda slow
Black Adam we gonna go bust down in Texas
You know that's where I get my dope at
Taz was sweating kinda harder
So I took that plane ride to Georgia
But just remember that I was sitting on that thang
And that half that I got down in Florida
I had a bird but I chopped it up and I put it down to rocks (rocks)
That's when I make my come up, I hit my fucking block
Fiends was constant fucking sweating, now get out da door
I chop dimes to nickels, fuckers want to see me chop some more
10's grow to 20's, 20's grow to 50's
We need some yale, holla at your nigga
Or just come and get me
[C-Loc]
Dear God can you hear me
My love for money's gonna kill me
Ya got me selling crack to the children
And its a shame 'cause I love how I'm living
Peekin out the window, tryin to cope with a run of that indo
Parinoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo
Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
As the fiends knock I keep off the block till Mr. gets paid
Selling phat packs, when I first react it's like dat
Pay man in flat
Throwing this block of dope trying to make my money back
Front you something bitch, front me some dollars
But if you ain't got no G's, shit nigga I can't hollar
Cause way down in the Bayou swamps
When niggas quick to get with some funk
This hard as the fucker come up
So the last thang I need is a begging motherfucker
Stay strapped up, whenever if you will get tapped up
The dope gang, fuck
I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it
Made 10 G's today, bout to get up and outie
(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars)
Shit I ain't got it
The song "Once Upon A Time" by Nikko D.C. featuring C-Loc and Silkk the Shocker paints a vivid picture of life in a crack house during a drought season. Silkk the Shocker reminisces about his earlier days in the crack house where he chopped up keys of dope to sell to fiending buyers. The controlled verses in the song suggest the two rappers believe that they are trapped in their present life and cannot escape. Silkk the Shocker laments the lack of dope and the slow pace of the dope movement. He shares his plans to travel to Florida, Georgia and Texas to get more dope, and once he is back to his turf, he chops it up and puts it down to rocks to ease the frenzied customers swarming his doorstep.
C-Loc’s verse in the song is more introspective and touches on the dark side of selling crack. He is trying to make money, but he knows deep down that it is not the right way to live. He regrets selling to children, has developed a paranoia that he cannot shake, and always is on high alert to ensure Mr. gets paid in full. When he talks about the Bayou swamps, he demarcates the area as a place where people do not beg for money. It is a do or die situation, and because of that, he has to stay strapped up always. The haunting refrain of "Dear God, can you hear me?" is a reminder of the risks he's taking to get the money he covets.
Line by Line Meaning
Once upon a time in a crack house (a crack house)
It all started back in the crack house where I sold drugs
a nigga was chopping up a key (a key)
I was breaking down a kilo of drugs
It was drought season (season)
There was a shortage of drugs to sell
And everybody was fiending (fiending)
People were desperate for drugs and willing to pay high prices
So they had to come and buy their dope from me
I took advantage of their desperation and sold them drugs at a high price
Dear God can you hear me
I pray for forgiveness for selling drugs
My love for money's gonna kill me
My greed for money will lead to my downfall
Ya got me selling crack to the children
I am ashamed to admit that I have sold drugs to children
And its a shame 'cause I love how I'm living
Despite the shame I feel, I enjoy the lifestyle that comes with selling drugs
Peekin out the window, tryin to cope with a run of that indo
I am paranoid and looking out the window while smoking weed to cope with the stress of drug dealing
Parinoid as the fuck while I'm breaking down this kilo
I am extremely paranoid while breaking down drugs into smaller amounts to sell
Like some money to be made, ain't had dope in four days
I am motivated by the desire for money and need to restock my drug supply
As the fiends knock I keep off the block till Mr. gets paid
I avoid selling drugs until my supplier receives payment
Selling phat packs, when I first react it's like dat
I sell large quantities of drugs and respond quickly to customers
Pay man in flat
I only accept cash payments
Throwing this block of dope trying to make my money back
I am taking risks to try and regain my profits from selling drugs
Front you something bitch, front me some dollars
I ask customers to give me drugs or money upfront
But if you ain't got no G's, shit nigga I can't hollar
I refuse to do business with customers who don't have money
Stay strapped up, whenever if you will get tapped up
I carry a gun to protect myself and my drugs from theft
The dope gang, fuck
I am part of the drug dealing world and can't escape it
I live for it, nigga quick to kill for it
I am addicted to the lifestyle that comes with drug dealing and am willing to commit violence for drugs
Made 10 G's today, bout to get up and outie
I made $10,000 from selling drugs today and am leaving to avoid getting caught
(Loc, why don't you let your bro hold ten dollars)
Someone is asking for $10 but I don't have the money to give
Shit I ain't got it
I don't have the money to give to them
Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Written by: CRAIG STEPHEN LAWSON, V. MILLER, C. STEPHENS
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