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The Central Valley rapper c-r0ck (also known as r0ck cocaine, or simply r0ck) began writing raps around the age of 12. By 13 he started making beats on his laptop using the infamous Fruity Loops studio. By the age of 15 he connected with Playa-M1ke and Killa-Tone and began the Valley rap group Central Valley Playa$ (or CVP).
Verse 1
Keep counting sheep, I’m in a deep sleep,
I cannot seem to think, trying hard not to sink.
Keep flowing like the water out the sink.
Leaned up from my seat up, Keep sipping if you trying to keep up!
I can’t even put my feet up, I cannot get up.
I be sleeping, all damn weekend.
Robo-tripping, call up playa-m1ke let’s get robo-sippin
Up in the booth, and your hoe is trying to kick it.
But I ain’t trying to kick it, at least if I cant stick it.
I’m picky when I pick it, keep green like a cricket.
And this voice I keep hearing it, smashing in the Benz, ain’t nobody steering it.
She got me missing dro, fuck my P.O. she got me leaning fucking withe the bo.
HOOK
X4
I’m Sipping on Bo, sip sipping on bow, missing my, missing my, missing my dro.
Verse 2
Man I’m sipping on more, rolling like a skateboard.
I’m at home bored trying to meet up with a whore.
Leave her feeling all sore, then I bounce right slow because I’m still all bo’ed.
Yea it’s fa sho she can walk a tight rope, all I might hope is she let me stick it in her envelope.
So dope I’m addicting, leave her soaked like she’s swimming.
Yea that lights keep dimming and I’m seeing things I shouldn’t be seeing, the syrup got me leaning.
Back to back, I’m trying to just relax, but I need another sip of that, quick fast.
The room keeps shifting, pass me the purple liquid.
Just make sure it’s mixed with, Sprite with the quickness.
And I love feeling lifted, O so lifted!
X4
I’m Sipping on Bo, sip sipping on bow, missing my, missing my, missing my dro.
Verse 1 (r0ck)
So sick when I spit some killa shit let it rip.
Tie you up for my grip, pistol whip, then I skip, to the next day,
disappear and reappear with some more dank.
This dumb thang gon hit ya whole face, brains hang, it can’t be the chronic smoke.
It must be the shrooms and acid, yoc the whip split ya whig, kid we still laughing.
White girl make you feel like you the shit huh!
I light your soul on fire, make you trip son!
I pop 23 vics, all in the same night, die 5 times bring myself back to life.
Zooted, my feet feel rooted to the ground, I’m so high, I never want to come down.
Pussies joke and clown, when we aint around, but as soon as we’re face to face, you punks make no sound.
Verse 2 (0ptimo)
It’s all environment, I display abilities that make you buy this shit.
High of hits, weed laced with speed, many nostrils bleed.
No not from coke, my fist broke your nose.
Leaving you bitches froze.
It’s all repetitive, everything is relative.
Why are we so hesitant to spit raps that are heaven sent.
Expletives deleted, not repeated, except that I be so motha fucken heated.
Leave ya fiending for more dope on the hook.
Leaving ya haters shook bitch and all my beats I took.
Ya some fucken faggots, I took em then I blast em.
Good news, I got a dick and your wife can have it.
I’m an addict.
Verse 3 (r0ck)
My my brains full of static, like a torn piece of fabric.
Fast like a rabbit, if I want it Ima have it.
I’ll take it, I’ll grab it.
Put you in your place, 3 sixes in your face.
Liquid ecstasy leaves no taste.
Heart full of hate, drop bombs like Husain.
U.S. kamikaze, what’s my name? Say my name.
Dope like raw coke, Blow be it’s middle name.
Explosive like grenades.
I’ll explode in your face.
Leave you broke like a plate.
Popping E’s like a rave.
You don’t exist, your fake, like a man made lake, or 50 dollar Bathing Ape, yea Bathing Ape.
Verse 4 (0ptimo)
Whatsup, I’m back on the beat.
I’m cutting you like coke on my motha fucking street.
My style ain’t free.
Melodical, methodical, type of symphony.
Battle me?
What? Is you stupid? I really really do it!
My flows are so fluid, hate on us, but we a motha fucking movement!
(?)
Keep ‘em wrapped in plastic.
Complex, so mutha fuck a (?)
Active, with these vicious ass tactics
I keep it sick made. 24 deep but I got my own back (?)
Raps made by me, unleashing on suckas these boys cant compete.
They ain’t on my level, they barely slapping knees,
These niggas is biches, lower than my feet.
UGH!
Verse 1 –
Tell me why, the light around your head is getting dimmer.
Bitch you better simmer.
I fucked her after dinner then I lit a ciggertte.
I started walking just a bit.
She started talking and jocking, I stood up and said fuck it.
Told her straight up let me stuff it. She fuckin loved it.
How I does it, Nathaniel, it’s nothing.
Never a husband, you dont see us hugging.
I fuck her ‘till she comes up, then I pump her full of my stuff.
Then I dumps her with her cuz and her man.
She looks like a tramp, but he tells her that he loves her, goddamn.
I understand you got to eat. Ugh! I bleed green, cheat, just to beat god up.
Ya suck! Never stuck. I’m up with the quickness.
I’m trying to smoke but it’s so oh so sticky.
Oh shit yea hit it once more, I’m up on the floor listen to me go ROAR.
Hook
And I’m up on the floor, listen listen listen to me just go ROAR.
And I’m up on the floor, listen listen listen to me just go ROAR.
Just go ROAR, Just go ROAR.
Verse
E.T. phoning home, me, yea hop in the spaceship and roam all the way to Rome.
Where’s Cali, it’s time to head back. Fuck it, leave the Denali where it’s parked at.
Just breath, when the drugs in you deep, best believe it’s make believe.
Breathe a breath of releif.
Say cheese when you see the flash.
You either catch, or you drop the stash.
I’m in the present, I’m trying to find my past.
Nigga Kevin facing 7 for cooking crack.
And I laughed cuz they caught him.
Now the dude ain’t even got a pot to piss, pot to smoke…
Bitch I got to go, 5-0 is on my tail.
Plus I got coke for sale.
I got coke to sell you want it, I got it.
O’s for the 200.
And I ain’t even tripping bout the dumb whore, she’s a stupid ass bitch who just wants more.
Hook
And I’m up on the floor, listen listen listen to me just go ROAR.
Verse 1
Please just call me captain
Im a little socially inactive.
I am a step higher than average
And I pick on stupid hoes for practice.
My life ain’t lavish
Im just another rapper out here rapping
If I make it happen it happens.
If I don’t, I prolly will
Maybe not all at once but lil by lil.
And I’m still out for more
Im searching for truth
I carry a smile only God could produce.
You win …
I’ll lose my mind
Plus they say ima human I think that they lying
I think Ima lion…
Hook
They say ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
They say ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
Looking for some coke to bust, looking for some coke to bust.
Verse 2
And I think that I’m on once again … mission accomplished.
I ride solo I need no accomplice.
Can I beg you pardon?
They cannot cross this.
With the mic I’m the hardest.
Harder than the rest
Till I’m put to rest.
Tell em rock is the only right left.
He left when the grass grew around me…
Plus all these slaves just surround me,
And they all singing clowning!
Ohh Gee golly…
Molly may I have your muffin?
She thinks that I’m bluffing,
Till I stuff it
She fuckin loves it, she loves it
Hook
They say ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
They say ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
Looking for some coke to bust, looking for some coke to bust
Verse 3
My planes about to crash mayday mayday,
Now she on my nuts like a bae bae.
Your ladies quite the catch
She wanna fuck…
But whats the catch?
Fuck the batch!
She shoulda known my type.
Im the type who thinks silence is tight.
Violence and fights just aint my flight.
I rather be high feeling oh so right!
Take a number, please wait in line, Bitch, I aint on line, but Im on lines!
All pure never cut it
And I’m in yo bitch
Kind of like a bullet.
You said that she never did it.
But she did.
Lifted her lid and I slid it right in.
She act shy at first…
I like to lie to her.
Hook
They say ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
They say Ima human, I think that they lying
I think I’m a lion, better yet a wolf, looking for some coke to bust,
Looking for some coke to bust, looking for some coke to bust
The artist r0ck was raised in the Central Valley of California. Born in 1990 in Merced California, C-Rock was always influenced by music and around the age of 13, he started making instrumentals. His earliest influences in music are Mac Dre, 2Pac, SPM, and Eminem (in no particular order). There are many other influences but those rappers have made the greatest impact.
In 2005 r0ck began Central Valley Playas at the age of 15 with T0NE and m1ke-0. The style of r0ck can be described as diverse. He is able to switch his style and adapt to different ways to give his audience a clear visual into his mind.
As he states in one of his songs, “I paint pictures with the words I say”. Nothing is truer. A DGAF persona that is not for the faint of heart. Parties, drugs, jumping into homes are common themes when listening to r0ck’s music. 99% of r0ck’s music, thus far released, was created between the age of 15-19 By 2009 r0ck was arrested for a string of first degree burglaries. During his incarceration, r0ck adopted the rap name Ananomyx and on his release in 2012 began releasing deeper, purposeful conscious new tracks under the name.
C-Rock (aka Rock Cocaine) thinks the Central Valley is underestimated by most of the world. It is his belief that by joining together with other Central Valley Artist, maybe it is possible to put the Central Valley on the map. There is a lot of talent in The Valley and it’s time for the world to know it! Join the CVE movement. Join our mailing list below and get site updates whenever any new content is available.