Kokane - Clinic 2000 lyrics

[Intro: Kokane] That's right, yeah, uha Yeah, I like R. Kelly, he cool My name Kokane, and I'm a Pisces And I love them ho's, and they love You understand? [Verse 1: KMG] Eight booty b**hes in the naked city Fly b**hes shakin' a**es and hell of titties Contemplatin' how the homies should penetrate As we watch little Tina while she masturbates She looks up and she points to my n***a E Then she grabs the fifth of some Hennessey She took it to the head put the bottle between her legs Then she brings my homie Trigga to dig Just another freaky tale in the Westcoast Cause after 12 O'Clock we be poppin' the most n***as fiendin, to slap some a**, tap some a** And they ain't givin' a f** about their past Now, we got naked ladies, layin' all over the room Life lights with the nascent fume Though the homies gettin' twisted of that major Kiah Pimp Clinic got them ho's for hire [Hook] [Cold 187um] That's the world we have [Kokane] That's the world we have [Cold 187um] That's on every friend we have [Kokane] That's on every friend we want y'all [Cold 187um] That's the world we have [Kokane] That's the world we love [Cold 187um] That's on every friend we have [Kokane] That's on everybody, that's on every friend we love y'all [Verse 2: Triggaman] Ugh, welcome to the thrilla in Manilla Can you relate, with the armour cap peeler? Chillin' the most, cause I claim the westcoast And I love givin' a toast to the bookie And freakin on some booty See, the Clinic got a hell of a night Donna Karan L.A. and the fume(?) is right Bailin' with the quickness to the freak show Pocket full of cla**ics and I need more ho's [Verse 3: Enuff] To have more who*es is what a n***a pleasure I got more moves than any who*e can measure Yeah, I put take them to the cleaners You still callin' my mom, askin' have you seen him But she's happy cause I'm outta state Trip incase, peep the next holiday Now, I wanna play with mo' ends than I can explain What I got game, I'm headin' to the first came Speak some words and took them home with me Freak them with the chronic, I get nasty [Hook] [Verse 4: Cold 187um] Now, I be bailin' down to show with my dick out Ready to be this seed inside b**hes' mouths So don't you ever trip child, I come with so much stizyle And all you b**hes out there wanna know what I'm about Cause I be hittin' back, sissies askin' have me a child Have him grown, black, skinny, and tall Got the conversation too, what you gonna hear, baby How you got these n***as out here, straight livin' shady There's one thing I know about these upon California squeezes Yo, they be sneakin, they be freakin' And they be down for the get down, when the gettin' be good From Calabashies to Inglewood, you b**hes know that I'm the man Cause when I come through, I straight like jam What y'all know about the techs flow though? 187 show, boo Yaa woow [Hook] [Bridge: Cold 187um & Daddy Cool] You gotta have that with the sickness You gotta get back on your feet You gotta use your mind f**in' with a n***a like me You gotta have that with the sickness You gotta get back on your feet About to lose my mind up in these streets [Hook]