Kokane - Mo' Water lyrics

[Intro] Elliot beeswax Alcaphunk No artifical flavours Alias b maximus Aka no additive preservatives So get out my funk Get of my funk I'd watch out For this is the season Of the Chrome syndrome [Verse 1] Quiet nonchalantly My name is Kokane I got the nickel sack of that potent rap crap Oh mighty Jah, thank you for the buddha But if you know this corp? doin coke Then I suggest that you can Rolla-rolla feds on upon you know Yo, my name is Kokane not Adee Do So overfill an piss a funkaholic in my kizup? You wanna see me vomit Or should I say through up Through up style never hold a damn thing back I just had to read up And now I got the fat sacks It's like Tini and Rossi, but don't mix Bend over b**h and I'mma stick it with the quickness A-ha, a-ha You got the right one baby Say Mr. stucky lucky But I really don't wanna maybe But baby, but baby don't mean no harmin' So I just skip to the lou Skip to the lou Skip to the lou my darling [Chorus] Now I bet you got mo' water upstairs Than you got sugar on a candy cane Where do you get your funk from [Verse 2] Now I come from the west cali-funk-i-a Ye' say Lend me more style's I gotta pay you back on tuesday You look like a base-head see Cause my style is the cabby? So try another cookie, yo I think that east battle west is like dumb And play my f**in' video It don't matter what coast I come from Play well wicked, Chevy Impala It's time to pick up a honey dip And rent a room at the ramada After flock my words I need kush? Took of the gears It's time to have s** I'm all in them skins like bam bam So won't you play like Red Hot Chili Peppers And Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away now Give it away, give it away, give it away now She said d**h due was bon'? I said whatever Know I'm all in them p-u double crooked letters There's a lot of MC who need to get smoked, fool Cause you got a gang of bakin soda in ya dope Talkin bout you did drive-bys Out ya regal k** a thousand n***a's on one maxi-single No, nope, not, nah the style don't fit And you swear that your motherf**in' a** is the sh** [Chorus]