F/ Eazy-e, Kokane
[Intro: Eazy-E]
Alright, this s*** is fly
I know Dre didn't do the m***********, but you know what?!
This s*** ain't right unless I'm rappin' on this m***********
[Total K-Oss]
You got somethin' for it n****, what's up?
[Eazy-E]
You g****** right, I got somethin' for it
Matter fact, I got the m*********** right here in my pocket
Give me a m***********' beat
[Total K-oss]
Alright, let's do this s***
[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-a** s***
Welcome to the E's bottomless pit
Where I play the m**********' executioner
Thinkin' the devious things of a murderer
Yes, the menace of all menaces back in the Guinness
Book of Records for smokin' m************, you see
Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E
And I'm kickin' the Chronic on this ATL LP
So one m***********, two m***********, three
All you punk b****** better respect me as a G
Cause I got the dope sack, without a m***********' doubt
And when the s*** hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
Kickin' that gangster s***, boy, it pays
And if you got the Buddah, then m*********** blaze
And hit it for the city of Compton
Shouts goes out to those who remain foes
Cause I like to be the m***********' underdog
And if we got beef (*bullets spraying sound*) leap like a frog
I used to be the quicker picker upper b****
But I took recess and it's time to rip shop
By the way I gotta earn my dap
And it's always on if a n**** wanna scrap
And you don't stop
[Kokane]
Well alright
[Break: Cold 187um talking]
Yeah yeah, that was cool E
Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin', man
before he step off
You know what I'm sayin
Yeah, kick it
[Verse 2: Kokane]
Ah... dibby-dibby soundbwoy, dibby-dibby soundbwoy
Ready to catch you dibby-dibby-dibby sound-
It's like heary, heary, come one, come all
Kokane is servin' suckers at the players b****
If you come up ( ? ), you will get blasted
A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket
Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit
We can go raggamuffin' or get into some G s***
We'll take the gun or we kick the flavor
Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor
And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches
I make a quick stop to collect from my many b******
After b******, they do my every deed
It's like some sell p****, some sell c**e, some sell weed
What you need, what you want I can supply
I got the new improved s*** that's guaranteed to get you high
Yo, there's no same to my game, my name is Kokane
I'm pimpin' b****** in the church, preachin' God's work
But I'm the smartest thing to quit around
So put your money in a basket and pass the m*********** down
Sayin' what King James wrote
And I'ma give you the Holy Ghost for a m***********' c-note
Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari
I said, 'Hallelujah, oh the Lord gave it to me'
Knowin' that a n**** is m*********** wrong
I go the choir singin' that sad song
[Break: DJ Total K-Oss]
Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick n****
[KM.G] Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this m***********
[DJ Total K-Oss]
Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level
Also n****, must remain Above The Law
[Verse 3: KM.G]
n****, Cali' comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx
(Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up jumbs for punks)
I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens
But you know, the n**** had to run it, if you know what I mean
Cause I'm Jack, the m***********' Tripper
And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'ma have to pull a clip-per
And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami
Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy
Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up
A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped
I pull a heater on a n**** if the s*** gets deep
That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace
Too all the G's and Mackaronies
From the City of Angels jackin' phonies
Elect me two weeks, smoke Buddha for breakfast
White folks in pintos and n***** get Lexus
Check this, the hoe-tamin, macadamian
Much, much gamin, works and the fame and
Too much d***s for one hoe, sometimes a n**** gotta sling it
So the rich b****** g*******in'
The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section
Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection
Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began
Except a n**** got a little more ends
[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
Since I'm the last n****, I'm the soul survivor
I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders
I made a promise to myself that when you hear me
Kick the gangsta s*** ?? though hear what makes a sucker fear me
As for the b******, well I don't have time
Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme
So skip to the lool, my baby, more bounce to the ounce
Cause I don't wanna be the one with a b**** that try to take my bank account
Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp
But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp
Cause temptation probably killed some of my homies
Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies
If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great'
If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape
But I'm sorry this approached you cause I'm not the average Joe
That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more
So I kick it like a h*** n****
They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger
Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me?
b****, yeah, you all on my d*** tryin' to gank me and my homies
But you know you never gets none
Because if gankin's bein' done I be the m***********' one
From the East Coast, the West Coast
Now tell me who's the best coast?!
Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators
Who comes first, yo, and who comes later
Cause I always got my bulletproof vest, y'all
Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all
You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all
And there's the suckers out there ( ? ) to the rest, y'all
Yeah, cause I'm a n**** that's hailed from the west
And I'm smokin' m************ like Elliot Ness
Yeah, and you don't stop
[Intro: Eazy-E]
Alright, this s*** is fly
I know Dre didn't do the m***********, but you know what?!
This s*** ain't right unless I'm rappin' on this m***********
[Total K-Oss]
You got somethin' for it n****, what's up?
[Eazy-E]
You g****** right, I got somethin' for it
Matter fact, I got the m*********** right here in my pocket
Give me a m***********' beat
[Total K-oss]
Alright, let's do this s***
[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-a** s***
Welcome to the E's bottomless pit
Where I play the m**********' executioner
Thinkin' the devious things of a murderer
Yes, the menace of all menaces back in the Guinness
Book of Records for smokin' m************, you see
Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E
And I'm kickin' the Chronic on this ATL LP
So one m***********, two m***********, three
All you punk b****** better respect me as a G
Cause I got the dope sack, without a m***********' doubt
And when the s*** hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
Kickin' that gangster s***, boy, it pays
And if you got the Buddah, then m*********** blaze
And hit it for the city of Compton
Shouts goes out to those who remain foes
Cause I like to be the m***********' underdog
And if we got beef (*bullets spraying sound*) leap like a frog
I used to be the quicker picker upper b****
But I took recess and it's time to rip shop
By the way I gotta earn my dap
And it's always on if a n**** wanna scrap
And you don't stop
[Kokane]
Well alright
[Break: Cold 187um talking]
Yeah yeah, that was cool E
Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin', man
before he step off
You know what I'm sayin
Yeah, kick it
[Verse 2: Kokane]
Ah... dibby-dibby soundbwoy, dibby-dibby soundbwoy
Ready to catch you dibby-dibby-dibby sound-
It's like heary, heary, come one, come all
Kokane is servin' suckers at the players b****
If you come up ( ? ), you will get blasted
A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket
Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit
We can go raggamuffin' or get into some G s***
We'll take the gun or we kick the flavor
Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor
And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches
I make a quick stop to collect from my many b******
After b******, they do my every deed
It's like some sell p****, some sell c**e, some sell weed
What you need, what you want I can supply
I got the new improved s*** that's guaranteed to get you high
Yo, there's no same to my game, my name is Kokane
I'm pimpin' b****** in the church, preachin' God's work
But I'm the smartest thing to quit around
So put your money in a basket and pass the m*********** down
Sayin' what King James wrote
And I'ma give you the Holy Ghost for a m***********' c-note
Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari
I said, 'Hallelujah, oh the Lord gave it to me'
Knowin' that a n**** is m*********** wrong
I go the choir singin' that sad song
[Break: DJ Total K-Oss]
Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick n****
[KM.G] Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this m***********
[DJ Total K-Oss]
Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level
Also n****, must remain Above The Law
[Verse 3: KM.G]
n****, Cali' comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx
(Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up jumbs for punks)
I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens
But you know, the n**** had to run it, if you know what I mean
Cause I'm Jack, the m***********' Tripper
And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'ma have to pull a clip-per
And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami
Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy
Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up
A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped
I pull a heater on a n**** if the s*** gets deep
That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace
Too all the G's and Mackaronies
From the City of Angels jackin' phonies
Elect me two weeks, smoke Buddha for breakfast
White folks in pintos and n***** get Lexus
Check this, the hoe-tamin, macadamian
Much, much gamin, works and the fame and
Too much d***s for one hoe, sometimes a n**** gotta sling it
So the rich b****** g*******in'
The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section
Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection
Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began
Except a n**** got a little more ends
[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
Since I'm the last n****, I'm the soul survivor
I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders
I made a promise to myself that when you hear me
Kick the gangsta s*** ?? though hear what makes a sucker fear me
As for the b******, well I don't have time
Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme
So skip to the lool, my baby, more bounce to the ounce
Cause I don't wanna be the one with a b**** that try to take my bank account
Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp
But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp
Cause temptation probably killed some of my homies
Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies
If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great'
If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape
But I'm sorry this approached you cause I'm not the average Joe
That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more
So I kick it like a h*** n****
They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger
Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me?
b****, yeah, you all on my d*** tryin' to gank me and my homies
But you know you never gets none
Because if gankin's bein' done I be the m***********' one
From the East Coast, the West Coast
Now tell me who's the best coast?!
Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators
Who comes first, yo, and who comes later
Cause I always got my bulletproof vest, y'all
Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all
You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all
And there's the suckers out there ( ? ) to the rest, y'all
Yeah, cause I'm a n**** that's hailed from the west
And I'm smokin' m************ like Elliot Ness
Yeah, and you don't stop