Monster Humps

Lyrics

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