Kokane

ACTIVE:	1990s -
BIRTH:	1969년 / 미국,Los Angeles, CA
DEBUT:	1991년 / 앨범 'Addictive Hip Hop Muzick'
STYLE:	랩/힙합
PROFILE:
MANIADB:	maniadb/artist/125141

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Greed

featuring Kokane

Cypress Hill

3:24

from Training Day (트레이닝 데이) [ost] (2001)

(feat. Kokane)

[*Kokane laughing*]

[Kokane]
People are so, so greedy
Tired of fake homies, homies, homies
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED)
What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Sen Dogg]
It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy
You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need
Some fools baller status just ain't enough
There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush
You don't gotta be a rich man to be content
Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went
The quality of life can only be enhanced
When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance
Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness
Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness
I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business
All it gets you is on everybody's shit list
Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic
Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[B-Real]
How many faces of greed have you seen
That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme
Even a homie on ya team is suspect
When it comes to money and power an all you expect
They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin'
But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin'
And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless
You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless
But there's others you can't do nothin' about
Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout
But in time, in the end they'll pay
When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day
Standin' there but what excuse can you give
You reduced to shit because you refuse to give

[Hook]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Kokane]
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

(feat. Kokane)

[*Kokane laughing*]

[Kokane]
People are so, so greedy
Tired of fake homies, homies, homies
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED)
What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo woman take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Sen Dogg]
It's a motherfucker man, they all greedy
You get cho' head put out for shit that you don't need
Some fools baller status just ain't enough
There's always some other nigga out there that got it mo' plush
You don't gotta be a rich man to be content
Some niggas got it all but don't know where the good times went
The quality of life can only be enhanced
When ya trust other motherfuckers and uh give em' a chance
Don't mistake my kindness as a weakness
Cause I work out my mental as well as my physical fitness
I've seen a lot of fools get caught up in this greed business
All it gets you is on everybody's shit list
Greed is like a disease, something sort of psychologic
Once ya take the gun ho ain't no way to ever stop it

[Hook: Kokane]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[B-Real]
How many faces of greed have you seen
That would make a good man fall and a woman plot and scheme
Even a homie on ya team is suspect
When it comes to money and power an all you expect
They try to put their hands in ya pockets with out chu' lookin'
But when I find you out ya whole world's shookin'
And they're relentless, the quest for the ends is endless
You lose yo senses and you get beatin' senseless
But there's others you can't do nothin' about
Cause they're on a higher level and they hold too much clout
But in time, in the end they'll pay
When they're standin' before the man on Judgement Day
Standin' there but what excuse can you give
You reduced to shit because you refuse to give

[Hook]
(GREED) What make lifetime groups break up (GREED)
Oh, what make yo homie take yo cash and don't give a fuck (GREED)
Destroys successful record companies (GREED)
And put chu' in yo grave and you rest in hell

[Kokane]
(Why they hatin' on me)
I don't know what...
(Y'all expect from me)
In fact I'm tired of...
(So-called fake homies)
You reall ain't said nothin'
Only come around...
Act like I owe ya something

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Hennesey N Buddah

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:11

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

DPG, is down with us
X to the Z, is down with us
D-R-E, is down with us
My nigga Kokane, is down with us
Eastside gang is, down with us
Niggas talkin s**t, I'm gettin ready to bust
I'm number one (one, one, one)
With a bullet motherf**kers

I got this Henn in my cup
And this Buddah got me stuck
I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself)
I don't know why I act this way
I just wanna be left alone
I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself)

Aww naw (who is it?)
It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg
I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight
In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight
Addin' up what ya brought in from last night
She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?)
Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam)
Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what)
Pussy broke the President (yeah it did)
And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did)
I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope
On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes
Now here's a toast to the coast
Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most)
Playa playa high costs
Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost
Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G
The s**t ya doin' is so lovely
The haters hate cuz they will never be
There ain't no limit to this melody (melody)
You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy)
I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?)
Do you wanna have a sip with me?
Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?)
Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air
And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player
And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up
Don't hurt nobody when you back it up
Cuz we came here to have a good time
Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine)
On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know)
It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine)
I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit)
Nigga might cop a dime
Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!)
And always come up with the proper line
Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t)
Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with
(what you workin with?)
Don't need no water to go with your order
And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border
Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable
We leavin' 'em low
Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke
Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke
He done drank and she done smoked
The meters are broke, we put the V to the note
I brought the weed to smoke
And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope
Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G
The s**t ya doin' is so lovely
The haters hate cuz they can never be
There ain't no limit to this melody (melody)
You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy)
I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey)
Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?)
Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?)
Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air
And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player
And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up
Don't hurt nobody when you back it up
Cuz we came here to have a good time
Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine)
On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know)
Yeah

I got this Henn in my cup
And this Buddah got me stuck
I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself)
I don't know why I act this way
I just wanna be left alone
I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself)

Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us
Look half dead, is down with us
My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us
And eastside Watts, is down with us
The whole crip car, is down with us
My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up
We number one (one, one, one)
(Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers

I got this Henn in my cup
And this Buddah got me stuck
I'm just trying to compose myself (compose myself)
I don't know why I act this way
I just wanna be left alone
I'm just trying to enjoy myself (enjoy myself)

Aww naw (who is it?)
It's motherf**kin' Snoop Dogg
I live the fast life, where ya keep ya cash tight
In broad daylight, walkin' wit ya flashlight
Addin' up what ya brought in from last night
She mad tight with mad bite (is that right?)
Bad lil b***hes on my tizeam (tizeam)
Nigga, that's the American drizeam (wha-wha-wha-what)
Pussy broke the President (yeah it did)
And pussy made a pimp rich (yeah it did)
I live like 'em both as I smoke on my dope
On my boat...thumbin' through c-notes
Now here's a toast to the coast
Cuz we doin' it the most (we doin' it the most)
Playa playa high costs
Uno, dos, I'm bout to get ghost
Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G
The s**t ya doin' is so lovely
The haters hate cuz they will never be
There ain't no limit to this melody (melody)
You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy)
I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (want some?)
Do you wanna have a sip with me?
Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?)
Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air
And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player
And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up
Don't hurt nobody when you back it up
Cuz we came here to have a good time
Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine)
On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know)
It's time to shine, the world is mine (the world is mine)
I never ever dropped a dime (shiiit)
Nigga might cop a dime
Never hesitate to pop a 9 (bah!)
And always come up with the proper line
Stick to the script b***h I'm hurtin s**t (hurtin s**t)
Let me show you motherf**kers what I'm workin with 
(what you workin with?)
Don't need no water to go with your order
And you aint got to smuggle the s**t up over the border
Affordable, sportable, unbelievable, feasible, and reasonable
We leavin' 'em low
Cuz me and my loc, keep big leaves of smoke
Gallons of Hennesey and 16 liters of coke
He done drank and she done smoked
The meters are broke, we put the V to the note
I brought the weed to smoke
And Dr. Dre, he hooked the beat up, indeed it was dope
Stackin what ya mackin D-O-double G
The s**t ya doin' is so lovely
The haters hate cuz they can never be
There ain't no limit to this melody (melody)
You niggas sippin on that jealousy (jealousy)
I pour a tall glass of Hennesey (Hennesey)
Do you wanna have a sip with me? (sip with me?)
Or would you rather try and trip with me? (trip with me?)
Put ya cups on the table and your hands in the air
And touch your brim to the side, that's only if you a player
And all the ladies in this motherf**ker acting up
Don't hurt nobody when you back it up
Cuz we came here to have a good time
Me and my niggas in the sunshine (sunshine)
On 3 wheels with one 9 (ya know)
Yeah

Shaquille O'Neal, is down with us
Look half dead, is down with us
My nigga Mel-Man, is down with us
And eastside Watts, is down with us
The whole crip car, is down with us
My niggas on the four yard, I'm givin it up
We number one (one, one, one)
(Gunshot) With a bullet motherf**kers

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True Lies

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:00

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

{*cameras flashing, Snoop interviewing Bill Clinton*}
Yo, hold on hold on hold on hold on
Stop the cameras, stop the press stop the press
Now Bill, this yo' nigga, Snoop Dogg
Now answer me this - did you f**k that b***h or what?

That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but
since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would
believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual
relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to
refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was
inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with
her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I
did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters.

What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..

Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high

You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me)
and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg
I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw
Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again
and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again
And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth?
That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That'll be the day..

What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!)
Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher
I won't stop puffin til I re-tire
My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star b***hes the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer
See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*}
with a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the dick from the top to the bottom
{*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!"

What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..

Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high

{*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*}

Ah what's the use of the truth
if you can't tell a lie sometimes?

That's actually, not the first time that question's been asked; but 
since, I believe, and I think any person - reasonable person would 
believe, that that is not covered, in the definition of sexual 
relations I was given - ahh - I'm not going to answer it except to 
refer to my statement. I had intimate, contact with her that was 
inappropriate - I do not believe any of the contacts I had with 
her violated the definition I was given; therefore I believe I 
did not, do anything but testify truthfully on these matters.

What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie sometimes?
What's the use of the truth if you can't tell a lie..hie..

Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high

You tryin to cover up the holes in your sneakers
You need to put your motherf**kin face to the speakers (ba-bom, ba-bom)
And quit tryin to run from it (holla holla at me)
and c'mere, you big dummy (dumb ass nigga)
Don't you know you can't run from the Dizzogg
I'm down with (?)za, the long arm of the lizzaw
Y'all, niggaz know what's happening you turn your back again
and I'm bound to get it crack-a-lin I'm back again
And everybody happy for me - ain't that the truth?
That's a motherf**kin lie (f**k that fool)
Black folks stick together til we die, hmm
That'll be the day..

Liar, liar, pants on fire
Smoke so much dope they call me Snoopy Pryor (well God damn!)
Which way is up I'm tryin to get higher
I won't stop puffin til I re-tire
My b***hes, my niggaz, they off the wire
They love-ly, they love me, call me Sire
Movie star b***hes the ones you desire
Angela Bassett, Tyra, Mariah, the flyest, the flyer
See most b***hes like f**kin with a rider
Slider, to the sider, invite her
to a gangsta, party, provider {*laughing*}
with a lot of meat by-products (mm)
And beat the puddy-pot and got up
She licked the dick from the top to the bottom
{*woo woo woo woo*} (That's a bad b***h!)
Then she grabbed me by my nuts, and said "Hmm I got 'em!"

Lies, lies, stories and alibis
Big Mac in the land of the small fries
Everyone lies and tries to get by
Some of us drink while most just get high

{*KoKane scats and ad libs to the music*}

Ah what's the use of the truth 
if you can't tell a lie sometimes?

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Wrong Idea

featuring Das Azz,Kokane,Lil Hd

Snoop Dogg

4:14

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me?

*[K] Now I don't want anybody
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
[S] I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta b***hes wave yo' hands

See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The s**t to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em

*Repeat

I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a b***h I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherf**kin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit

*Repeat(x3)

Whassup nephew?
Sittin here choppin game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggaz get the misconception of us
cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggaz know what's happenin though
You feel me?

*[K] Now I don't want anybody
to get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothin to hide
I want the world to see..
[S] I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggaz do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta b***hes wave yo' hands

See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Poppin collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go (?) cause the b***h ain't never s**t to me
and pussy stay sellin, so I never let it get to me
The s**t to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thuggin off on the stereo
Killin 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
f**k 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy (?) over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothin, we keep gettin more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em

*Repeat

I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a b***h I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool mayn
Go on and do yo' thang, gang-bang
in the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showin me around they house, then he slide me in the back
and had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out mayn
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherf**kin L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullsheeit

*Repeat(x3)

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Go Away

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:52

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

Let cho' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
New fools, you fools, these fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
To me, some of these suckers'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time flies by I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
I'm too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
See when you learn what to do with it, I'll be done with it
Come with it

*Go.. (just go away).. go a-way!
[S] Niggaz can't be trusted
[K] Just come back another day
[S] Niggaz be on bitch shit
[K] Just go far, a-way
[S] Niggaz get it twisted
Just go a-way..

Now she said she don't like a G
Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me
You thought you was bout to get a drink on me?
I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free
I always let a bitch know her boundaries
Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea
You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot
Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW)
Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit
Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit
When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit
Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit
And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick
But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit
But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this
Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this?

*Repeat

I said let yo' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain? Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it
Come with it

*Repeat

Yeah I'm bout to go far away
So far you might not see me
My nigga Meech on the beat
We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha!
And they thought we fell off
Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass
Be-ii-ee-ii-itch!
KoKane - aww that's funky right there
Puttin it back on the map
Uhh, let me hear some dawg
Ahhh, as we take your mind
to a dimension you never thought existed

*Repeat

*Go.. (just go away).. go a-way!
[S] Niggaz can't be trusted
[K] Just come back another day
[S] Niggaz be on bitch shit
[K] Just go far, a-way
[S] Niggaz get it twisted
Just go a-way..

Now she said she don't like a G
Well listen here bitch, get the fuck from 'round me
You thought you was bout to get a drink on me?
I put hands on you bitch like Suga Free
I always let a bitch know her boundaries
Same with a nigga, I treat him like a flea
You claim to be, you aim to be in my spot
Motherfucker - you will get popped (BLAOW)
Not, knowin who you fuckin wit, niggaz be on bitch shit
Nigga we be fuckin quick, nigga we ain't talkin shit
When the heat speak, niggaz be on bitch shit
Tryin to get somewhere, coverin up they biscuit
And then he in the club, all up on my dilznick
But when I leave, you niggaz pullin trick shit
But it's cool, cause niggaz gonna miss this
Cause I'ma keep it all business, what is this?

*Repeat

I said let yo' mind not be confused
If you can walk this walk nigga take my shoes
You fools, these fools, new fools, all y'all
talkin bad about me, and my motherfuckin dawg
He ain't trippin, I ain't trippin, but y'all niggaz still dissin
Look here Meech, some of these niggaz'll never get it
Full clip and if I miss it I'ma tip it on the Crip
and DoggHouse in your mouth, now tell me how you livin
Who the villain, you the villain?  Nigga Ren is "The Villain"
My homey from the C-P-T, cold chillin
Now as time fly I see the game gettin mo' reala
as I get mo' scrilla, can you dig it?
I always tend to come widdit
Gravy train on your brain, nigga come get it
Too young to retire, I'm havin fun wit it
When you learn what to do with it I'll be done with it
Come with it

*Repeat

Yeah I'm bout to go far away
So far you might not see me
My nigga Meech on the beat
We takin over this motherfucker, ha ha!
And they thought we fell off
Fell all up in your motherfuckin ass
Be-ii-ee-ii-itch!
KoKane - aww that's funky right there
Puttin it back on the map
Uhh, let me hear some dawg
Ahhh, as we take your mind
to a dimension you never thought existed

*Repeat

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Stacey Adams

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:36

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

Yeah
A little something for all the O.G.s out there
That put the foundation together
Was doin' this thang
Before I knew what to do with this thang right here
Ya know
But just to let them know what time it is
And how we get down
Me, Kokane, and Battlecat
Gone let y'all know how we do this thang here
Check this out y'all

We stay on point like Stacey Adams

24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it?
That's real talk baby
You know what
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
(Stacey Adams)

I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
Lookin' for a prostitute
Boo boo, you got that loot
I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me
It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P
And everythang in here movin' belong to me
That component set, was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D.
He told me, Frisco E.
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see
Colder than Fillmore Slim
Tilt that brim
Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick
Keep it crackin' like pistachios
Get that money
And continue to mash these hoes
And when the Player's Ball roll around again
I'm guaranteed to win
You know why?
Cuz we

*We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
Yea, yea
You know why?
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
You know that's all we know how to do
(Stacey Adams)
Gee'd up to the feet up

Not only that but uhh
Make it spectacular
Put on my black cape
And look like Blackula
Smack ya up with the shit that I drop
911, call the cops
There's a bitch, snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
Bakin' my cake
And catch the Lakers at 8
On channel 9
Pop a bottle of wine
Then at 10 hit the club
With my nephew Dub
11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy
I'm trying to get mine early
I can't be seen with your girly
Continue to mash these hoes
I keep it crackin' like pistachios
I get the money first
With no rehearsal
Snoop D-O double G
Still controversial
Aahhh

*Repeat(x3)

We stay on point like Stacey Adams

24 hours a day,7 days a week, can ya dig it?
That's real talk baby
You know what
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
That's real talk right there baby
(Stacey Adams)

I'm in a 3 piece suit
Looking too cute
Mashin' flashin'
Lookin' for a prostitute
Boo boo, you got that loot
I'm watchin' you, you watchin' me
It's all to the gravy cuz it's V.I.P
And everythang in here movin' belong to me
That component set, was given to me
By a pimp buddy of mine Disco D.
He told me, Frisco E.
This here gone be
The baddest pimp nigga that you ever gone see
Colder than Fillmore Slim
Tilt that brim
Snoop Dogg gone sell that trick
Keep it crackin' like pistachios
Get that money
And continue to mash these hoes
And when the Player's Ball roll around again
I'm guaranteed to win
You know why?
Cuz we

*We stay on point like Stacey Adams
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
Yea, yea
You know why?
We stay on point like Stacey Adams
You know that's all we know how to do
(Stacey Adams)
Gee'd up to the feet up

Not only that but uhh
Make it spectacular
Put on my black cape
And look like Blackula
Smack ya up with the shit that I drop
911, call the cops
There's a bitch, snitch
Ain't that a bitch
I can't trust nobody in this sonofabitch
I get rich on the fakers who hate
Bakin' my cake
And catch the Lakers at 8
On channel 9
Pop a bottle of wine
Then at 10 hit the club
With my nephew Dub
11:30, talkin' dirty to this little birdy
I'm trying to get mine early
I can't be seen with your girly
Continue to mash these hoes
I keep it crackin' like pistachios
I get the money first
With no rehearsal
Snoop D-O double G
Still controversial
Aahhh

*Repeat(x3)

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Bring It On

featuring Suga Free,Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:17

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

In these times, of hate and pain
We need a remedy, to help us through the rain
Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin

Old Chief

Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me

Oh c'mon
Now that pimp is gonna jump back
Bitch, and fuck that
Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go
Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know
Break the bitch you say "I will"
Separate the bitch but you saying "I will"
Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that
I'm about to lay some right now nigga
And take them straight to the track (track)
I've never let a bitch pimp me
Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days)
And every bitch ? in a multiply ways
Now it's a sick world,
Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket
So she could smell like the big girl
And check the one with the fast mouth
Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out

I don't care whatcha do
Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll)
You think you can't be touched
Niggas disappear all the time

Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?)
The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
I'll put you in a brick in a building
And separate you from your children (Daddy)
I stay G'd up
All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha)
If you hit the main line
You gonna get stop
Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck
Me and my niggas go heart and pain
Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint
It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside)
Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side
I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick
Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip

I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin')
For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement)
You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh)
We about thousand niggas strong
I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do)
Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine)
You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh)
Niggas disappear all the time

No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will)
Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel
Bitch, matter fact be gone
Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!"
Talking about he a real pimp
Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp
Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe
Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe

I pop a bottle of Mo
About to model a hoe
I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know)
Did the weed, man get in
Take it too long
But when he get it dogg
I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga)
Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it"
Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it
Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker

(Humming)

Long you don't fuck with mine
You think you can't be touched
Niggas disappear all the time

(Humming)

In these times, of hate and pain
We need a remedy, to help us through the rain 
Can't you see, I'm straight O-Gin

Old Chief

Fuck you niggas, think you can't fuck with me

Oh c'mon
Now that pimp is gonna jump back
Bitch, and fuck that 
Shit, I'm qualify to knock a hoe no matter where ever I've go
Excuse me partner, this is pimpin' little pimpin let you know 
Break the bitch you say "I will"
Separate the bitch but you saying "I will"
Damn nigga, shit; since you put it like that
I'm about to lay some right now nigga
And take them straight to the track (track)
I've never let a bitch pimp me
Trying to tell me what to do but I'mma stay O.G.
Fresh out the pen only 32 days (32 days)
And every bitch ? in a multiply ways
Now it's a sick world,
Why did the little girl walk around with a gold fish in her pocket 
So she could smell like the big girl
And check the one with the fast mouth
Just get your money if you have to knock her motherfucking ass out

I don't care whatcha do 
Long you don't fuck with mine (C'mon sing ya'll)
You think you can't be touched
Niggas disappear all the time

Old "Blue Eyes," Dogg Sinatra
Make a nigga disappear like Jimmy Hoffa (Where is he?)
The glock cocker, ho hopper, show stopper
Watch your mouth, watch your mouth
I'll put you in a brick in a building
And separate you from your children (Daddy)
I stay G'd up
All the G's from my set ain't never P-C-up (hahaha)
If you hit the main line 
You gonna get stop 
Paying motherfuckers off cause sucka duck
Me and my niggas go heart and pain
Puttin paint where it ain't, makin bitch niggas faint
It's a clear blue sky there on the Eastside (Eastside)
Throw your set up and wave it from (Rolling) side to c-side
I'm talking big shit, holdin my dick
Banging on you cuz, nigga this crip

I got so many tricks up my sleeve (Oh y'all ain't knowin')
For you hoes to disbelieve (Hoes in amazement)
You wanna bang let's bring it on (Oh Oh)
We about thousand niggas strong 
I don't care whatcha you do (I don't care what the fuck whatcha do)
Long you don't fuck with me (As long you don't fuck with mine)
You think you can't be touched (Uhhhhh)
Niggas disappear all the time

No, I don't love you bitch, ou a hoe, I never will (Never will) 
Can't tell you my feelings cause the pimpin don't feel
Bitch, matter fact be gone
Fuck around and have your Momma saying "Baby, he wrong!"
Talking about he a real pimp
Bitch, is jumbo laced with the proper crop of jumbo shrimp
Since I'm prepare with my hoe, got it crackin with my hoe
Study mackin with my hoe, now I'm stackin with my hoe

I pop a bottle of Mo
About to model a hoe
I'm working them, serving 'em and breaking a ? (You know)
Did the weed, man get in 
Take it too long 
But when he get it dogg
I'm taking us off (Give it up nigga)
Niggas know how D-O-double G "does it"
Known for making that crip hop music, don't abuse it
Just ride to the rhythm of a pimp ass, upper class, cold motherfucker

(Humming)

Long you don't fuck with mine 
You think you can't be touched
Niggas disappear all the time

(Humming)

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Brake Fluid (Biiittch Pump Yo Brakes)

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

5:56

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

Ya baby
Ya playa
Ya baby
That's some real pimp shit right here
These bitches is outta line man
What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches?
Check this out man

*I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy
you are then one, you are then one,
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm

Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina
Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her
Real motherfucker from the DPG
Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha
I appreciate the way y'all skate
when the clock hit eight
now April and Kate
Y'all be doin' too much
Running your mouths
Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up
cus I done had enough
Getting sick and tired of the same stuff
You told Kamil and she told Karla
and she told April and now they all know
But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes
So, all that confronting the real nigga on site
today is today, last night was last night
As I leaned with my hand on my balls
I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog

*Repeat

Nina do this and Tina do that
Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats
Back in the days when I was on the ???
At an early age man
I was on the ???
Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going
(They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast)
Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out
And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house
(who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am
You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram
you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me
Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me
And tried to confront me at a club one night
Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?)
But you know I had to stop and appause
And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog

*Repeat

I got my own spot and I got my own keys
So can't no bitch talk shit to me
Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks
And kicked me up outta spot
I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin'
I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home
She said she needed a companion
Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home
Snap, crack, it's on
But in no time at all seems she fell in love
But i wasn't ready for that
Topcat had to scat
I hit her friend from the back
While she was at work workin'
I was jerkin' that skirt
And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin'
And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo)
A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt
Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!)

*Repeat(x2)

This is a sexy bitch

Ya baby
Ya playa
Ya baby
That's some real pimp shit right here
These bitches is outta line man
What's the matter dog you can't control your bitches?
Check this out man

*I got bitches all in my game that don't even know my name
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
You could talk all day behind my back, but wont say shit in my face
then pump your brakes, you hoes
Biotch!
you are then one, you are then one, 
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hooo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, you are so sexy
you are then one, you are then one, 
you are then one, you are then one, you are then one, hoo hoo
you are sexy, sexy, sexy, hmmm

Carla, Darla, Charlene and Camina
Tereka and Erika, they love to take care of her
Real motherfucker from the DPG
Keesha, Resha, Tammy and Renesha
I appreciate the way y'all skate
when the clock hit eight
now April and Kate
Y'all be doin' too much
Running your mouths
Fuckin shit up, you gotta get up
cus I done had enough
Getting sick and tired of the same stuff
You told Kamil and she told Karla
and she told April and now they all know
But I could give a fuck 'cus all y'all my hoes
So, all that confronting the real nigga on site
today is today, last night was last night
As I leaned with my hand on my balls
I had to really check these bitches and tell then like this dog

*Repeat

Nina do this and Tina do that
Sabrina, Sakina, nigga them all my hood rats
Back in the days when I was on the ???
At an early age man
I was on the ???
Non-stop, I beat it up and tell that bitch to get going
(They be like hot butter on a breakfast toast)
Hollarin' out, poppin' a collar out
And talkin' shit on the phone to me at my baby-moma's house 
(who's she?) Look here bitch do you know who the fuck I am
You better read your motherfuckin' first telegram
you remind me of this bitch that used to work for me
Had to cut the bitch up 'cus she tried to get too close to me
And tried to confront me at a club one night
Fuckin' with her friend, a fake bitch (Is that right?)
But you know I had to stop and appause
And I put my hand on my balls and said ??? what's up dog

*Repeat

I got my own spot and I got my own keys
So can't no bitch talk shit to me
Like Kiki did me, bitch changed the locks
And kicked me up outta spot
I learned a lesson, I wasn't guessin' or stressin'
I got another bitch and she was at the ??? home
She said she needed a companion
Shit I needed a chaperone plus a new home
Snap, crack, it's on
But in no time at all seems she fell in love
But i wasn't ready for that
Topcat had to scat
I hit her friend from the back
While she was at work workin'
I was jerkin' that skirt
And fuckin with all her friends that was flirtin'
And when she found out she told me that that shit hurt (boo-hoo)
A week later she fell in love with my homeboy Kurt
Bitch you a'int shit but dirt for dirt (biotch!)

*Repeat(x2)

This is a sexy bitch

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Y'All Gone Miss Me

featuring Kokane

Snoop Dogg

4:15

from Snoop Dogg - The Last Meal (2001)

{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me
{*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
{y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me

Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head
and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki
Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee
Check my styles, check my files
I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gangbang 100 proof
E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me?
Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies

*Rain-drops, falling on my head
Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed

Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease)
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe
Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?)
Windows on tint, ridin like the President
It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah)
I moved out the hood like I should (say what?)
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?)
But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good
Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say?
Oh the homies might get me? They'll get you
Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it
And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin

*Repeat

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on
Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home
with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers
Bonafied killers
The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof)
and buckin two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and remember my face
Remember these words, and remember the taste
And remember, we all gotta leave this place
I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang"

Rain-drops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed

{*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*}

{*fades in*} .. {y'all gone miss me}
Yeah y'all gone miss me
{*harmonizing*} Never miss what you had 'til it's gone
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
{y'all gone miss me} Yeah, y'all gone miss me

Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head
and represent your motherfuckin set 'til you're dead
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin head
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki
Put the West coast back on the map bay-bee
Check my styles, check my files
I've been gangbangin since I was a juvenile
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
Keep it gangbang 100 proof
E'rybody say, "Ay Snoop" - did Death Row pay me?
Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies

*Rain-drops, falling on my head
Fuckin with them haters, messin with my bread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with them haters, sleepin in my bed

Ain't No Limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Master P good lookin out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant (at ease)
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe
Dippin through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P (ya heard me?)
Windows on tint, ridin like the President
It's evident, shit I'm doin good (yeah)
I moved out the hood like I should (say what?)
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood (nigga what?)
But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
20 Crip don't slip, yeah it's all to the good
Yeah the homies got twist too, whatchu say?
Oh the homies might get me?  They'll get you
Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it
And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin

*Repeat

Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on
Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home
with a gang of pitbulls, rottweilers and doberman pinschers
Bonafied killers
The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
I'm drivin DoggHouse to the next level (woof)
and buckin two shots at the devil
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
Turn up the treble cause I hit you with the bass
Remember my name and remember my face
Remember these words, and remember the taste
And remember, we all gotta leave this place
I'm tryin to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
The Rap Prime Minister, "Mr. G Thang"

Rain-drops, fallin on my head
Fuckin with the wrong folks, messin with my spread
Talkin bout the raindrops, fallin on my head
Messin with my ba-by, who's sleepin in my bed

{*harmonizing to fade with interjections of "y'all gone miss me"*}

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Some L.A. Niggaz

featuring Alvin Joiner,Defari,King T,Knoc-Turn'Al,Kokane,Mc Ren,Time Bomb,Xzibit 작곡:Alvin Joyner,Andre R. Young,Brian Bailey,D. Johnson,Dr. Dre,Duane Johnson,Marquese D. Holder,Marquis Holder,R. Harbor,R. Mcbride,Roger Mcbride,Royal Rosheam Harbor

Dr. Dre

4:25

from Dr. Dre 2집 - 2001 (1999)

Yeah nigga MC Ren up in
this mother fucker
West West y'all
Yeah L A niggaz
L A niggaz rule the world nigga
Y'all niggaz gotta
recognize yaknahmsayin
Niggaz don't wanna peep game
yaknahmsayin
But this shit come all the
way back around here
My nigga Dre droppin heat
box on y'all bitchass
Yaknahmsayin You gotta recognize
L A niggaz connected all over
he motherfuckin world nigga
Recognize this
Now in my younger days
I used to sport a rag
Backpack full of cans
plus a four four mag
G'd from the feet up
Blued up from the
sewer's how I grew up
Loc'n smokin and drinkin
til we threw up threw up
At Leimert Park taggin
hittin fools up
Ditchin my class
just to fuck yo' school up
You don't wanna blast nigga
tuck yo' tool up
But don't sleep y'all niggaz
quick to shoot you
Now there's another
motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother
when I manuever dope like Cuba
Got em jumpin King T starts
speakin indecipherable
I'm comin Straight Outta
Compton with a loose cannon
Smoke big green
call it Bruce Banner
Watch your manners at last
another blast from the top notch
From way back with the pop rocks
I pop lock witcha
Picture this Dr Dre
twistin wit Tha Liks
and Hittman bought a fix
Don't trip it's a Time
Bomb in this bitch
Here it tick tick tick tick BOOM
Wait a minute it's on I tell it
like a true mackadelic
Weed and cocaine sold
seperate check it
From sundown to sunup
clown done run up
The Aftermath'll be two
in your gut nigga what
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A
Gimme that mic fool
it's a West coast jack move
They call me Hitt
cause I spit like gats do
cock me back
Bust caps for my max
crew at Fairfax
who used to wear Air Max shoes
that's true
But I grew up where niggaz
jack you harass you
Blast you for that set you
claim where you from
Mash on you for your
turkish chain CK B K
Blued up or flame
I ran wit a gang
I helped niggaz
get jacked for they Dana Dane's
My pants hang below my waistline
I look humble wanna rumble
yeah yeah
I bang though like Vince Carter
from the baseline
don't waste my time
Fuck a scrap in killa
Cali AK's and 9's
One time's sunshines
and fine ass bitches
Hawaiian thai drive by
six fo's on switches
I was raised in the hood
called WHAT THE DIF'
Where the brothers in the hood
refused to go Hollywood
Slugs for the fuck of it
Anybody hatin on us
can suck a dick
If I catch you
touchin mine you catch
a flatline dead on the floor
Better than yours drivin away
gettin head from a whore
It's AvireX to the Z
Fuckin with me might
get you banned from TV
cassette and CD it's all mine
the whole nine the right time
Multiply we don't die the
streets don't lie
What so neither do
I I'm bad for your health
like puttin a pistol up to your
face and blastin yourself
Five in the mornin
burglars at my do
Glock forty five
in my dresser drawer
Let em come in BLAOW he
see the thunder roll
Roll with niggaz
who by fifths by the fo
and bruise by the case
SLAP YOU in the face
with the bass Dr Dre laced
Likwit Kings wit
Sedans and gold rings
Haters fold the style
but can't find no openings
We roll deep smoke on weed
drink and pack heat
Requirements for survival
each day in L A
It don't stop
we still mash in hot
pursuit from the cops
Analyze why we act this way in L A

That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride

That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride
That's how we ride

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Haters

featuring Kokane

Young Buck

4:11

from Young Buck - Buck The World (2006)

Intro:
Eh Uh Uh Uh

Verse 1:
Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim
I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me
Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me
Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me
I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me
Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50
Im on 1 and I just begun
I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun
The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch
I just wish Tupac was here to witness this
Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day
Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall
See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train
With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker

Chorus 1x: (Kokane)
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Verse 2:
My gun damn near bigger then me
I aint the nigga to be
Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me
My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3

I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key
All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me
Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down
And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds
We gon count to ten and then put the clips in
Whoever is the last man standin wins
You throw some money in the hood and it always works
My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt
Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house
Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out?
Its enough of this he say she say shit
Now its time to find out who you with

Chorus 1x: (Kokane)
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Kokane:
The streets aint got no love
Oh but im a nigga on top of things
These niggas dont feel my pain
Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man
But I aint even lookin for love
Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay
I gots to just do my thing

Chorus 1x: (Kokane)
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong?
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?)
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Intro: 
Eh Uh Uh Uh

Verse 1: 
Don't Ask me where the f**k Im from Or what set I claim 
I get money, I got a little bit of both games in me 
Niggas hate so the marshburg hang with me 
Feds wanna tap up my fone because they cant get me 
I might as well give it to ya since Dre sent me 
Just sit back and kick ya feet up ok 50 
Im on 1 and I just begun 
I dare one of these blood cloats come test me gun 
The rude boy of the south let me in this bitch 
I just wish Tupac was here to witness this 
Give me room to breathe and Imma blow you away 
I move a 100 bricks a week and do a show every day 
Heyyyyy, somebody gotta do it yall 
See I done been locked up and I dont know who the call 
It's my time, so everybody jump on the train 
With the AK aimed I can shootdown a plane Mutherf**ker

Chorus 1x: (Kokane) 
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Verse 2: 
My gun damn near bigger then me 
I aint the nigga to be 
Cause everytime a body drop, niggas mentioning me 
I see a judge in my dreams when he sentencing me 
My homeboy come in the courtroom and hit him with 3

I got the mind of a nigga bout to get him a key 
All the feins lined up, they just waitin on me 
Better hurry, hurry Its about to go down 
And dont ya worry I brought a 100 rounds 
We gon count to ten and then put the clips in 
Whoever is the last man standin wins 
You throw some money in the hood and it always works 
My niggas crazy, They'll dig a dead body from the dirt 
Better watch my mouth, cause I been watchin ya house 
Im in the bushes like when this nigga gonna come out? 
Its enough of this he say she say shit 
Now its time to find out who you with

Chorus 1x: (Kokane) 
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

Kokane: 
The streets aint got no love 
Oh but im a nigga on top of things 
These niggas dont feel my pain 
Oh these niggas dont got a clue what I been through man 
But I aint even lookin for love 
Oh but i aint lookin for all ya sympthay 
I gots to just do my thing

Chorus 1x: (Kokane) 
Haters, what makes you wanna do wrong? 
(Makes you wanna do Wrong?) 
Just to wake up early, After Hustlin all night long 
(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea)

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I Betcha Prodigy

featuring Kokane

Alchemist

from Alchemist - No Days Off An Official Alc Mixtape (2007)

Suga Cain

featuring Kokane

Suga Free

from Suga Free - Just Add Mater (2006)

ON THE BLVD.

featuring Snoop Dogg,Kokane

Dr. Dre

from The Wash [ost] (2001)

Take Yo Fade

featuring Crooked I,Eastwood,Kokane

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

from Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - West Koasta Nostra (2004)

Ghetto -

featuring Kam,Kokane,Nate Dogg

Snoop Dogg

4:39

from Snoop Dogg - Tha Eastsidaz (2005)

Friends

featuring Kokane

Tha Eastsidaz

2:56

from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)

(Kokane)
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And ain't too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends
Ohhhhhhh

(Goldie Loc)
Now all I gotta do is keep my head up
And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind
But I'm kind-hearted
And don't like being stepped on
If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody
But you know what I never do?
Smoke it off like Gotti
Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone
I never threaten nobody to make it happen
Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin'
But if I had a chance to give it back
I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that
Do that, straight from the heart
Eastside till I die
We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life

(Tray Deee)
It's a trip how we Crip
Suppose the enemies still
With both sides ride causing plenty of tears
Insane's and 20's both from the same city
A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many
Me, C, and the G can think back to the start
Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park
And having a heart
To get 'em up if it was beef
Head up like G's, take it out in the street
Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view
So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few
But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case
And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase
You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke
A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close
And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now
Cause I could never see you doing bad without
And that's real

(Kokane)
Life is much mo' precious
Than you'll think
Like a game'll make yo chips sink
It's so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face
When niggas got intentions already taking yo place
Keep my head up and stand tall
If I stumble, then I'll fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
I'm a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And ain't too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends...

(fades out)

(Goldie Loc)
Now all I gotta do is keep my head up
And walk a straight line when fake friends won't mind
But I'm kind-hearted
And don't like being stepped on
If I wasn't real, I wouldn't be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
I'm by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil' Jay used to say I'd never be nobody
But you know what I never do?
Smoke it off like Gotti
Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones
Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone
I never threaten nobody to make it happen
Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin'
But if I had a chance to give it back
I'd give it to the ones who helped me do that
Do that, straight from the heart
Eastside till I die
We ain't no contract friends, we doggs for life

(Tray Deee)
It's a trip how we Crip
Suppose the enemies still
With both sides ride causing plenty of tears
Insane's and 20's both from the same city
A bunch of down niggas and it ain't that many
Me, C, and the G can think back to the start
Homies chillin', getting high, shooting craps in the park
And having a heart
To get 'em up if it was beef
Head up like G's, take it out in the street
Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view
So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few
But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case
And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase
You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke
A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close
And y'all kids, my kids, so we family now
Cause I could never see you doing bad without
And that's real

(fades out)

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Now Is The Time

featuring Kokane

Tha Eastsidaz

3:45

from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)

(Intro: Kokane + (Snoop Dogg))
Ohhh... Chassa-deee
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
From the LBC, Chassa-deee
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
La da da da da da da
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
From the LB (LB)

(Tray Deee)
What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk
I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think
Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno
You know - the general a criminal do-low
Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it
Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate
A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight
Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit
A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick
A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash

(Chorus: Snoop Dogg)
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug

(Tray Deee)
Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait?
I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place
Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up
And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up
Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up
Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up
I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike
Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night
Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city
Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat
Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak
This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal -
gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle
Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it
You want it? - then all invitations open

(Chorus: Snoop Dogg)
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug

(Tray Deee)
I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat
And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street
Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it
Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected
No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was
Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood
Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up
All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off
Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off
Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck
2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf
Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst

(Chorus: Snoop Dogg)
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug

(Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg)
*Kokane ad libs*

(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)

(Tray Deee)
What up cuhz? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in my eyes
It's a statement that I'm makin' and ain't takin' no backtalk
I'm blowin' niggaz hats off as soon as my gat cough
The last thought you rappin' niggaz should think
Is you could never get as gangsta as Tray Deee on the beat
On the streets, over beef, you don't compete with uno
You know - the general a criminal do-low
Committed 'cause I'm wit it, then I spit it and live it
Niggaz timid in my vision, I cause tension and thinkin'
By my presence I'm the answer to societys hate
A true rider with the mind to push the mightiest weight
Fools petty and they ready, steady comin' with bullshit
A full clip what you'll get that hit like a mule kick
A sure hit, that's all I'm aimin' for when I blast
Motherfuckers hit the deck once I go in the dash

(Chorus: Snoop Dogg)
Now is the time, this is the place
To bang back the khakis with the Chuck's fat laced
West is the Coast, East is the side
Long Beach is the city where them gangstas ride
Money brings power, power bring respect
Disrespect the set I gots to grab the tec
This is how it goes and that's how it's done
Eastside 2-1 in the land of the thug

(Tray Deee)
Yeah niggaz, how you figure that the game gon' wait?
I came home straight from the pen to take yo' place
Ain't no chase, this paper comin' soon as I post up
And watch the victim clock and catch him choppin' his dope up
Fuck his hopes up - stripped, gagged, and roped up
Take the whole cut and leave him swoll and ghost up
I'm ruthless, I shoot Crips and Bloods alike
Thug for life, come and catch the slugs at night
Insane mental frame, feel no shame or pitty
Since the game is shitty I gots to bang the city
Strictly gangsta so I bring the terroristical heat
Rap, scrap, jack, and mack to reach the tip of the peak
This is the Beach, now any nigga got a rebuttal - 
gon' be eatin' what he speakin' once he peek at the muzzle
Struggled hard for my title and intend to hold it
You want it? - then all invitations open

(Tray Deee)
I take seven ol' B's put 'em in the street
Then that's seven more bustas who claim they got heat
And it'll take seven more C's 'fore I start to reach
Then that's 2-1 for the set I left stretched out in the street
Tray Deee never do it easy, fool so don't expect it
Niggaz get checked and they sets disrespected
No question, I'm all you ever thought that you was
Til' you ran across the boss and now you coughin' up blood
Shoot first, fools curse 'fore they kick up dust
Clip gon' bust, then they gon' have to pick loc up
All that talkin' 'cause I'm chalkin' whole districts off
Senseless loss, a curb where niggaz piss me off
Conflict with my click, get your bitch ass touched
All my comrads bomb fast, it's as sick as fuck
2-1 'til I'm done, never run from the turf
Check the cash when we mash. always rugged, the worst

(Outro: Kokane) + (Snoop Dogg)
*Kokane ad libs*

(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)
(They say Tray Deee, is a way G, baby - he's way too crazy)

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Late Night

featuring Kokane

Tha Eastsidaz

2:57

from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)

(Snoop Dogg)

**talking while singing "Late night"**

Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money...
I mean it's hard.. hustling late night
You know (late niight)
Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know.. I'm a real playa
Real hustler.. real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is..
It can go down all night..

(Tray Deee)
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat
The squares asleep
But all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks get locked down like they off a child
Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips
Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss
So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft
Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two
With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you
Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming
The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining
9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life

(Kokane)
On a late night..
That's the time we gone ride
Nigga, it's do or die
Late night
We ain't checking for names
When the hollow points fly
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
We had to get into some gangsta shit
Late night
Deeper and deeper
They don't know who they fucking wit

(Goldie Loc)
Dead bodies with a funky smell
Throw 'em in the ocean
Jack the fo' up two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo?
I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio
Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house?
Gallop in yo shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit
And it's all about the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez
And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas

(Kokane)
On a late night..
That's the time that we gone move a gang away
Late night
They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
I bang these streets for all so long
Late night
Deeper and deeper
Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong

(fades out)

(Snoop Dogg)

**talking while singing "Late night"**

Yeah, baby, I'm just out here trying to get this money...
I mean it's hard.. hustling late night
You know (late niight)
Some of these suckas out there tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know.. I'm a real playa
Real hustler.. real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late night)
I don't give a fuck what time it is..
It can go down all night..

(Tray Deee)
Button up the honcho, grab the brownies and heat
First step, to collect a nigga's bread and meat
The squares asleep
But all the hogs out on the prowl
Blocks get locked down like they off a child
Time to eat up off the streets full of fiends and hypes
Checking cream off ecstasy to the green and white
Dub sacks, the drugs packed up in kilo bricks
Getcha slang on, bang on, and keep yo chips
Baller had this, cause the savage beast did need to floss
So the hard, Bogard, and we squeezed it soft
Late night, the game tight, went up a notch or two
With fake vice, playin nice, steady watching you
Impossible, the clock when you.. ain't overtiming
The vivrant ways for crimes on the grind and start shining
9 to 5 is midnight to sunrising
Occupation gangsta committed to thug life

(Kokane)
On a late night..
That's the time we gone ride
Nigga, it's do or die
Late night
We ain't checking for names
When the hollow points fly
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
We had to get into some gangsta shit
Late night
Deeper and deeper
They don't know who they fucking wit

(Goldie Loc)
Dead bodies with a funky smell
Throw 'em in the ocean
Jack the fo' up two times
And young nigga, keep coastin'
Turn on the DVD and watch myself on TV
It's killings after killings but they don't know it's me
It's lil' G, now what you think that stand fo?
I'm gangsta on the streets and I keep it Crippin' in the studio
Who else be up late night ready to jack like the whole house?
Gallop in yo shit like the black joust
To make it real simple and quick
If I don't have it, I gots to take yo shit
And it's all about the fast lane, nigga
When you see me on the streets, I got my finger on tha trigga
Never catch who's slippin' when I'm on them 2-wing deez
And when I get my bricks, I flood ya whole city in titties
Please believe, that I'm a lil' crazy motherfucker
Turned out by the Spillman's, Gaithen's, and Ruckas

(Kokane)
On a late night..
That's the time that we gone move a gang away
Late night
They call me Chef Boyardee, pushin' up some cakes
On a late night..
Deeper and deeper
I bang these streets for all so long
Late night
Deeper and deeper
Uh, wit this game that I got, I can't go wrong

(fades out)

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Everywhere I Go

featuring Kokane

Tha Eastsidaz

4:34

from Tha Eastsidaz - Duces 'N Trayz The Old Fashioned Way (2001)

(Intro)
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch)
Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh)
I know Tha Eastsidaz
Them some bad motherfuckers
Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh)

(Snoop Dogg)
Swizz Beatz
Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse
Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster
Godzilla

(Goldie (Kokane))
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock
Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot
Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz..

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin
Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin
Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin
Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin
Always go for broke, and love livin life motive
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
Everywhere I go
I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so)
Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken
Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin
Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins
Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot
Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it
In it for the highs, you can't deny it man

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game
Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid
Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
Yeah somebody thought the game was dead
The game ain't dead these niggas is scared

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails
Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell
Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em)
Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped
Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me
Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me
It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!)
Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest
Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game
Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk
I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump
Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome
Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh)
Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat
On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat
In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life)
My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga)
You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop Dogg talking)
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Every-motherfuckin-where
Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!) Hahaha
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga
It's goin down up in this motherfucker
Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Yeah, yeah, a little somethin,
for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty
All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Every-motherfuckin-where I go
I keep that bomb-ass weed on me
Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room
(Everywhere I go!!!)

(Intro)
Go help yourself fucker (son of a bitch)
Hahahaha!!! (Guh-ohh)
I know Tha Eastsidaz
Them some bad motherfuckers
Uh-oh (Uh-oh, uh)

(Snoop Dogg)
Swizz Beatz
Up in the motherfuckin Dogghouse
Eastside shit, you know this finna be a monster
Godzilla

(Goldie (Kokane))
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas talkin shit, bitches on my dick
Stay so swift, buckin this shit
Beat made by Swizz, so you niggas can't trip, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas give me props, bitches give me cock
Hustlers on the block, busters gettin shot
Playa haters jock, and pray that they got cop, cuz..

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I'm quick to start strappin, down for straight jackin
Don't ask me what happened if ya gun start clappin
Nigga I was rappin, while you was actin, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Real niggas postin, gettin drunk, smokin
Khaki chucks spokin, pistol grip totin
Always go for broke, and love livin life motive
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-ooo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
Everywhere I go
I see we just rubbin off on the whole motherfuckin game, haha

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Some be hatin, some roll gatin (so)
Most be fakin so they get they hoes taken
Since I don't be tastin, you hoes I'll be shakin, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I see thick ass bitches, big ass switchin
Quick cash pimpin, swift ass kickins
Zig-Zag twistin, fifth glass sippin

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Don't get quiet, niggas start a riot
Take off like hollies, young gangsta try it
In it for the highs, you can't deny it man

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Motherfuckers tryin to bang, niggas runnin game
Suckas gettin played, player bitches gettin paid
Said gangster everyday, place the snitches in their grave
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
Yeah somebody thought the game was dead
The game ain't dead these niggas is scared

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Packed up cells, dirty-ass jails
Sneaky ass snails, hot like Hell
Funky shit that smell, clean your fingernails man

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Redneck cops, X pills pop (fuck 'em)
Banned X boxes and yoke gettin shopped
Stacks gettin clocked and 'Lacs gettin dropped

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Gone off hennessey, bitches next to me
Takin some Ecstasy, want some sex from me
It's all G, nigga can't you see, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Cars full of sets, marks gettin checked (Eastside!)
Hard niggas vets, bulletscars on they chest
Start tryna test I hope the Lord got ya blessed nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop talking)
From Spain to Maine, we here to change the game
Ain't a motherfuckin thang changed, yaknah'msayin mayne

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Make this motherfucker jump, let the bitches get crunk
I got a room at the Trump, later on we can slump
Let the speakers thump, and watch these hoes thump

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Niggas serve zones, niggas swerve chrome
Bitches turn wrong, get other bitches turned on (ooh)
Think it ain't sold then ya must have heard wrong

(Goldie Loc)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Bailin thru the streets, always catch me with some heat
On my way to buck a freak, back up we fuck the heat
In and out of sheets while yo' ass be asleep, cuz..

(Tray Deee)
(Everywhere I go!!!)
I stand on the set, demand my respect (for life)
My hand on the tech, or the magnum on deck (nigga)
You ain't gotta guess, I represent it to the death nigga
(Ev-ry-where I go-o-o-o-oo!!!)

(Snoop Dogg talking)
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Every-motherfuckin-where
Everywhere we go (EASTSIDE!!!)  Hahaha
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Put ya motherfuckin cups down nigga
It's goin down up in this motherfucker
Swizz Beatz, Ruff Rydin, Eastside
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Yeah, yeah, a little somethin,
for all my niggas down in the dirty-dirty
All my niggas on the BS, yea yea nigga
(Everywhere I go!!!)
Every-motherfuckin-where I go
I keep that bomb-ass weed on me
Yeah, got a bad bitch, waitin on me in the hotel room
(Everywhere I go!!!)

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Ass On Your Shoulders

featuring Kokane

Busta Rhymes

4:43

from Busta Rhymes - Genesis (2001)

(People talking)

(Hook: Kokane)
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders

(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

(Hook: Kokane)

(Busta Rhymes)
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

(Hook: Kokane)

(Busta Rhymes)
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

(People talking)

(Hook: Kokane)
Likes to go, eventual
Lead you home, come inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders
Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
I lead inside
Why you got your ass on your shoulders

(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
Create a scandal in there
Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

(Hook: Kokane)

(Busta Rhymes)
I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
And what be makin' it worse
That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

(Hook: Kokane)

(Busta Rhymes)
Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
But still I really love to sit on my dough
And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
Because ya...

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