Spice 1 - Section 11350 lyrics

[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