Kokane - Pimp Clinic Anthem lyrics

[Intro: Cold 187um] Check it out, uh Something for the B side, uh Above the Law in the house, uh Pimp Clinic in the house, uh Put some work down Yeah, uh Ooooweee, ha And it don't stop and it don't quit Uh-huh, yeah Bring you the real deal, uh-uh And we go like this Check it [Verse 1: Cold 187um] I'm trying to get paid in the motherf**ing 90s on the realest deal Cause ain't nobody giving me sh** I'm trying to get rich quick And ain't a turning back, yeah I'm yelling f** everybody cause it be like that I'm rolling 22nd inches them thangs, yo I'm straight flossin you and tossin you with game, ho Cause see pimpin' come easy when it comes to the game Of f**ing around with them hoodrats And get you in some punk sh** I got the cop down I got it in the tray I got the Glock co*ked In case it ain't a good day Comprende And my sh** is straight gleaming b**hes jocking cause my [?] straight screaming Get in, why you fitting? don't get sh** on my seats Cause see sloppy ho's be Got nothin one of my pet beefs Spark the buddah KM.G So we can get zooted on this track with the whole Clinic set [Kokane] Cause I like to fly away Yo in my mind At least about once a day [Cold 187um] So here come a message from a true player In the streets don't nobody care Prepare for the bad and the ugly and the slick and the wicked When the sh** hits the fan Understand So I'mma say peace To all my family and my homies From L.A. all the way out to Pomona, yeah [Bridge: Kokane] Aww yeah In case you fake a** n***as didn't know We coming for you Pimp Clinic gang Can you hang Can you hang Yeah n***a Bound by 8 n***as Putting in work k**ing dealing All and willing Yeah But I got some for you n***as and b**hes Check it [Verse 2: Kokane] b**hes and n***as get off your a** and on your feet It's two crazy a** n***as from the P.C.G Get yout lyrical fix of some dope sh** Quench your thirst I destroy pawban?, so check the 3rd verse When the well known feature turn into a who*e I'll make your daddy pimp your momma Like a motherf**ing who*e, no I'm deadly My motherf**ing name is Kokane So put this pimp sh** all in your veins [Triggaman] So macadocious and I'm feeling like a cap peeler Oh man I hate it I gotta be the black n***a k**er They say two wrongs don't make a right But I'll be damned if I turn the other cheek before I pull my heat Listen young n***as, don't take black? like a joke They say we should over come But I gotta over come being broke B C 7hall gang? Robbing motherf**ers like Richard bey oooh [Kokane] At the dope spot had them people sneaking a revolver 7 white ? medicine bottle Had the sh** popping n***as flipping a grip Until a jealous n***a named Slib Coey tipped Now he can k** his whole f**ing family We don't give a f** But the n***a only left us with 2 minutes to flex We got away caught him slippin' on mission Took him up the Woodstone Now it's time for deep sea fishing, uh Bam-bam to his knees Now n***a night, dawg Will help you get your z's [Bridge: Cold 187um] Fool, yeah Young players representing to the fullest Uh, Kokane, Triggerman Understand, yeah It's on up in here Shooting them hollow points at your dome And it's on, yeah So KM.G won't you step up and break these fools of in major figures [Verse 3: KM.G] Return of the street Playa hit click mafia Ain't nobody shot Just a gang of bald heads lowriding Providing the funk for you to push up All batches got the dusha For that they get the ATL hook up We stay on top of things n***a Willin to bring the ghetto swing For that we maintain Our quota Our motherf**ing status And I won't have to pull up to ya crib and blast Now, we believe in dumping out of windows of Lexus with 4 doors And jumping of the stage at the show And if my n***a K-Oss Finally it's on Glock's, TEC's and 9's ? better Til the break of dawn Now is you on my team I be the one that flex yo a** Up in your bad dream, uh We just had to get rid of some snitches They end up being snakes b**hes Motherf**ing leeches So I guess we just rise up? As a n***a puff that wet? From that westside [Outro: Cold 187um] Yeah, yeah, yeah An it don't stop An it don't quit, uh Back in your face Ripping up the whole place You got that wicked wicked wicked sound ATL, uh, yeah But imma get out of here Pimp playing games 94, 95 forever for life Peace, uh