Kokane - Monster Humps lyrics

[Intro] Welcome we have been expecting you *laughing* Natural Disasters Kokane What you wanna do, n***a [Verse 1: Natural Disasters] Now I only got a dub But I'm rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud Windows tinted Fresh air sented Nice gold trim with some super bumps in it Haters hit the floor quick Cause they jealous and they only full of rolleders? sh** Like some bomb pa** it once And you cough cause it's hard to control this sh** Now I'm back on my feet Hear the homies calling shotgun Windows lefts and right seats But I ain't got the air to burn I'm the n***a behind the wheel When it's time to turn Lean to the left Watch your knees I'm about to lay back To floss on the b**hes That I knew from way back Go half for what I got Store it straight in the tank That don't mean we can't play big bank take little bank [Chorus] Now I roll with a crew that ain't afraid to funk It's the n***as coming through with the monster humps Ahh-haa And you don't wanna f** with me We're chillin' like this smokin' bomb a** weed It's the California lifestyle that you need Ahh-haa (ain't nothing like the real thing) You don't wanna f** with me I only got a dub But I'm rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud And I'm the n***a with the bud Plus Rolling shotgun with the .38 slug I only got a dub But I'm rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud Rolling shotgun with the .38 slug [Verse 2: Kokane] Reminiscing on some gangsta tales As I roll up a fatty Eating chicken like a motherf**er, rolling my Caddy I said I sag so low You can see the sh** stains in my drawers Drinking a 40 holding my balls Saying yes yes ya'll The party don't stop all night long I make the gangsta sh** that make ya C-walk on f** it, n***a, what you know about the S-I Real you don't die n***a we multiply n***a Miami Cubans use to have hook ups on that ya' But nowadays they ain't f**ing with the Ese The caliente What seeds? I know they smoke that bomb a** weed It's the California lifestyle that you need I sit alone in my room and I'm starin' at candles Everyday trying to get a handle On this California game California change get ya caught up f**ing with these n***a's man'e [Chorus] [Verse 3: Natural Disasters] Mamma said there be days like this So I never trust a b**h I learn the game and get rich n***a's throw curve balls While I swing at their pitch Dust they a** of and throw 'em in a ditch Riding coffin? a fresh Monte Carlo On gold one's with the shoe laces Ain't nobody trippin' just paper chasing Why you b**h n***as keep player hating I'm taking my time concentrate on the future And money banking lucifer got me on one Roots of all evil benjamin ? of the world I'm trying to get a piece god forgive me Keep my family give my hands? For when I die I don't wanna be no broke man It's getting hot I'm slowly losing my cool Way crazy 5150 acting a fool It's hard to get to town? these days Wake up at 9 o'clock get drunk as f** And think of ways to get paid [Chorus] [Outro] Can I can I get a ride