lirik lagu kokane - street kings
feat. babee loc, tha xtraz & e3
(verse: eazy-e)
i neva drink, br-ss monkey, all about my money
nickname zy-3, that og cush junkie
eyes bloodshot red, i’m highly medicated
a n-gg-‘s still hurt cause my pops didn’t make it
seven years old, but i was ?
raised white, disagree but you can go to h-ll
living independently never start to fail me
cops gave me a tip, now i’m chasing that money trail
i gotta get it cause you know that clock is tickin’
make sure that my son got a pot to p-ss in
meet manglin’, hustlin’, f-ckin’
i do things my way, you can’t tell me nothin’
straight off the motherf-ckin’ streets, a target
easy does it, yeah, you know we still stompin’
kills of the streets, well known as it seems
sum it up, you can call us street kings, n-gg-
(hook)
no threat no cuts on my essay
f-ck and murder the compton, west side l.a.
west coast just can’t be touched
stand in the air if you don’t give a f-ck
hustlin’, pimpin’, swaggin’, thuggin’
one hit of this good sh-t gonna make you choke
we run sh-t for doc da bloc
west coast n-gg-s just can’t be stopped
(verse)
we dun get ol, darti bus man turp tiia
wi don hav a lung, brai matta it aligal
nepa won pan chea, tea fea
bot em pan di run e godo
di street kings dun come wit no pay
dem do wit man de mah shae
shaw dem maneske to det one fadeste
wo deste to man di pullin o life ago
sage, comin o long talk, possin o quotation
inna di man squa detena ma scuart some
on my rit pin black on di reast eas e
se wa a dim p-ssy seme wo dem street kings
(hook)
no threat no cuts on my essay
f-ck and murder the compton, west side l.a.
west coast just can’t be touched
stand in the air if you don’t give a f-ck
hustlin’, pimpin’, swaggin’, thuggin’
one hit of this good sh-t gonna make you choke
we run sh-t for doc da bloc
west coast n-gg-s just can’t be stopped
(verse: kokane)
thirteen years strong, now i’m on, so you gon’ respect me
i’m so sick that i got aids scared to catch me
cause i ain’t nothin’ less that good, b-tch, i’m simply great
it’s the legendary kokane, or mco
extras, real loses, you don’t move till i say so
gimme three months, i’mma have obama on the payroll
my ? from mexico better give me them pessos
my yungins with the field bullsh-t, callin’ torpedoes
when i hustle, break up the head and i spit blood
all my money in the bank, watch how that sh-t stack up
crippin’ be for pimpin’, please willie n-gg- back up
i’mma street king, even neon thing, i’mma neat truck
(hook)
no threat no cuts on my essay
f-ck and murder the compton, west side l.a.
west coast just can’t be touched
stand in the air if you don’t give a f-ck
hustlin’, pimpin’, swaggin’, thuggin’
one hit of this good sh-t gonna make you choke
we run sh-t for doc da bloc
west coast n-gg-s just can’t be stopped
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