[Intro]
K-O-K-A-N-E, K-O-K-A-N-E and S-P-I-I-I
It's my n***a yayo
Kokane b**h, bloooow
Haha, yo partner Speezy
Speezy, weezy
You know
From the Bay to Pomona
Ya know k**a-fornia
Uh
My name is someone
Some people call you
Leathal one?
My name is the one
Some people call you once
[Verse 1]
I said a clip(clip) Glock(Glock)
A uzi automatic
Some static around the corner
n***as busting out the hoopty going, blooow n***a
Upt' jumped the Chevy
And the n***a straight belled up out
I said a 1 to the 2, a 2 to 2-3
Took a test to be a motherf**ing G
And all the real n***as came amazed at me
The natural born k**a S-P-I-C-E
Got A.K stash for the spot in the benz
Watching all my enemies and all my friends
I keep a k**a on the pay roll, they know
When its time to handle business n***a lay-low
Hold the n***a for ransom make his family pay
When the sh** is all over dump 'em up in the bay
Spice 1, love Bossalini
Straight thug n***a
I only f** with them criminals and drug dealers
I walk the earth for one reason
What's that
To regulate my chips, bust bars throughout four seasons
Easing down the road with my n***a Kokane
n***as get slugs for the dome when they cross the game
[Chorus]
Penal code section 11-3-5-0
In possession of c**aine
And the east bay gangsta (Spice 1)
We doing this
I represent Pomona from the O'
We doing it, doing it
[Verse 2]
All of that ghetto sh** strictly ignorant sh**
The kinda hanging out yo window
Eating chicken out yo caddy sh**
We write the songs to make you k** fools
Smash s**ers
Call me captain save a clucker
We not just rappers we dope dealers
Ignorant motherf**ers straight cap peelers
It's like ba**, how low can you go
Enough to move my yay' across San Diego
Who the f** wanna step up and battle Kokane
Peruvian flows straight laced with dope man'e
I'm more doper than the C.I.A supplied Los Angeles
Uhh, b**h can't handle this
I'm more realer than 10 n***as getting k**ed upon the daily
More realer than a pregnant woman
Coming to the crack spot with 4 babies
Man it's getting shady
Can't even drop my kids off to school without packing my .380 (three-eighty)
Broken house
Seperated spouses
Pitbulls up in the back
Same plastic upon the couches
n***as playing domino's
Smoking weed, shooting craps, slinging crack
Thinking about the days of way back
So step right up and get your cavi
Before the d** kick in
Tell all your friends
We got them chickens ya dieing dough fly?
Ya got 36 more to see/sing
Oh, yeah
Uh,yeah
Gorillapimpin
Why you n***as be simping
Spice 1 and Kokane
Making this sh** for you n***as that be blooding and cripping
Oh yeah
[Chorus]
Penal code section 11-3-5-0
In possession of c**aine
It's the east bay gangsta
Ohh and we doing it/this
I/we represent pomona from/to the O'
We doing it/this, doing it/this