#Visuals Austin Galante “Cocoa” ft. Young Buck Radio edit (Hip Hop)
Merch link.
https://marshmellow-napalm-records.myspreadshop.com/
Directed by Austin Galante
Director of Photography Loki Ferno of Hype Soul
Puppet “masters” Doug Montoya (ACTV), Amber Rose Litkowiec and Austin Galante
Production coordinator: Doug Montoya
Puppets made by Austin Galante
Lighting Austin Galante
Video edited by Austin Galante
Lyrics
The Cocoa will keep you warm.
The Cocoa will keep you warm.
Pick the Harley up on one wheel.
Told manace I’m pulling up in Compton
It’s a done deal.
Cookies Jars Keep my lungs filled.
Bitches Buck shots
Pray to god that no ones killed.
Bought the neighborhood and gangsters out.
A country n*gg* did it.
That’s something to think about.
Still scraping the ground in Low Lows.
On these broke h**s.
I got rich off the shit I put in your nose.
Chopper on me when I’m slidding down Melrose.
Watch out for the hellos
Everybody don’t sell those.
Khaki shorts and some long socks.
Stroll down Figueroa getting a bank roll from a known thot.
I don’t need yours I got my own glock.
These pussies play with my name like I’m gonna stop.
I only stayed in this game cuz there’s no Pac.
And I’m not finished popping up a few aughts.
It’s what Brought you here.
The cocoa will keep you warm
Well hello, Welcome
What brought you here.
Could it be the cocoa, popcorn or beer.
We got shells like tacos, Watch your brazier.
I got a lot that’s not yours, got to prepare,
That’s all.
It’s almost like me and Buck made a Christmas song.
Got so much snow that Santa could land his sleigh I a str*ppers thong.
And you can’t budge these.
Oh wow, you judge me.
While you liquored up
Or is it just me ironic
You over there got me laughing.
The whole group of you singing Eric Clapton
Like it aint no thing
While we burn propane.
Make a radio edit, cuz I’m so profane
It’s gonna leave you with what’s called a real slow drain.
Over the hill and through the woods a country boy coming.
A lot of lights and tinsel.
Wait nope their tassels.
One things for sure, you’re gonna see some assh*les.
Get up.
It’s what brought you here
The cocoa will keep you warm.
I’ve done some things in the past like the Clipse.
You gonna need some elves to distribute your gifts.
Take a gymnastic class to help you with your flips
Moved on to better things
Hit the clutch then I shift.
You gonna need some big wheels to get you through the drifts.
Merch link.
https://marshmellow-napalm-records.myspreadshop.com/
Directed by Austin Galante
Director of Photography Loki Ferno of Hype Soul
Puppet “masters” Doug Montoya (ACTV), Amber Rose Litkowiec and Austin Galante
Production coordinator: Doug Montoya
Puppets made by Austin Galante
Lighting Austin Galante
Video edited by Austin Galante
Lyrics
The Cocoa will keep you warm.
The Cocoa will keep you warm.
Pick the Harley up on one wheel.
Told manace I’m pulling up in Compton
It’s a done deal.
Cookies Jars Keep my lungs filled.
Bitches Buck shots
Pray to god that no ones killed.
Bought the neighborhood and gangsters out.
A country n*gg* did it.
That’s something to think about.
Still scraping the ground in Low Lows.
On these broke h**s.
I got rich off the shit I put in your nose.
Chopper on me when I’m slidding down Melrose.
Watch out for the hellos
Everybody don’t sell those.
Khaki shorts and some long socks.
Stroll down Figueroa getting a bank roll from a known thot.
I don’t need yours I got my own glock.
These pussies play with my name like I’m gonna stop.
I only stayed in this game cuz there’s no Pac.
And I’m not finished popping up a few aughts.
It’s what Brought you here.
The cocoa will keep you warm
Well hello, Welcome
What brought you here.
Could it be the cocoa, popcorn or beer.
We got shells like tacos, Watch your brazier.
I got a lot that’s not yours, got to prepare,
That’s all.
It’s almost like me and Buck made a Christmas song.
Got so much snow that Santa could land his sleigh I a str*ppers thong.
And you can’t budge these.
Oh wow, you judge me.
While you liquored up
Or is it just me ironic
You over there got me laughing.
The whole group of you singing Eric Clapton
Like it aint no thing
While we burn propane.
Make a radio edit, cuz I’m so profane
It’s gonna leave you with what’s called a real slow drain.
Over the hill and through the woods a country boy coming.
A lot of lights and tinsel.
Wait nope their tassels.
One things for sure, you’re gonna see some assh*les.
Get up.
It’s what brought you here
The cocoa will keep you warm.
I’ve done some things in the past like the Clipse.
You gonna need some elves to distribute your gifts.
Take a gymnastic class to help you with your flips
Moved on to better things
Hit the clutch then I shift.
You gonna need some big wheels to get you through the drifts.
