[Intro: Kokane]
That's right, yeah, uha
Yeah, I like R. Kelly, be cool
My name Kokane, and I'm a Pollaseeds
And I love them whores, and they love
You understand?
[Verse 1: Km.G]
Eight booty bitches in the naked city
Fly bitches shakin' asses and hell of titties
Contemplatin' how the homies should penetrate
As we watch little Tina while she masturbates
She looks up and she hooks to my nigga E
Then she grabs the fifth of some Hennessey
She took it into hand and put the bottle between her legs
Then she brings my homie Trigger to dig
Just another freaky tale in the Westcoast
Cause after 12 O'Clock we be poppin' the most
Niggaz fiendin, to slap some ass, tap some ass
And they ain't givin' a fuck about their past
Now, we got naked ladies, layin' all over the room
Life lights with the nascent fume
Though the homies gettin' twisted of that major Kiah
Pimp Clinic got them ladies for hire
[Chorus]
[Cold 187Um] That's the world we have
[Kokane] That's the world we have
[Cold 187Um] That's on every friend we have
[Kokane] That's on every friend we want y'all
[Cold 187Um] That's the world we have
[Kokane] That's the world we love
[Cold 187Um] That's on every friend we have
[Kokane] That's on everybody, that's on every friend we love y'all
[Verse 2: Triggerman]
Ugh, welcome to the villa in Manilla
Can you relate, with the armor cap peeler?
Chillin' the most, cause I claim the westcoast
And I love givin' a toss to the brookie
And freakin on some booty
See, the Clinic got a hell of a night
Donna Karan L.A. and my fuel is right
Bailin' with the quickness to the freak show
Pocket full of classics and that mean more whores
[Verse 3: Enuff]
To have more whores is what a nigga plessure
I got more rooms that then any whore can measure
Yeah, I put them into the cleanest
They still callin' my mammas, askin' haven't you seen him
But she's happy cause I'm outta state
Trip incase, peep the next holiday
Now, I wanna play it with no ends, then I can explain
What I got game, I'm headin' the first came
Speak some words and took them home with me
Freak them the chronic, I get nasty
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Cold 187Um]
Now, I be bailin' down to show with my dick out
Ready to be this seed inside bitches' mouths
So don't ever trip child, I come when set my steels out
And all you bitches out there wanna know what I'm about
Cause I be hittin' back, sissies askin: have me a shout
Been red, brown, black skin or Trout
Got the conversation too, what you gonna hear, baby
How you got these niggaz out here, straight livin' shady
There's one thing I know about these upon California squeezes
Yo, they be sneakin, they be freakin'
And they be down for the get down, when I get it begins
From Calabashies to Inglewood, you bitches know that I'm a man
Cause when I come through, I straight like jam
What y'all know about the techs flow though?
187 show, boo Yaa woow
[Chorus]
[Hook: Daddy Cool]
You got to have that with the sickness
You got to get back on your feet
You got to use the mind
Fuckin' with a nigga like me
You got to have that with the sickness
You got to get back on your feet
About to use my mind up in these streets
[Chorus]
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