Section 11350

Lyrics

[Intro] K-O-K-A-N-E, K-O-K-A-N-E and S-P-I-I-I It's my nigga yayo Kokane bitch, bloooow Haha, yo partner Speezy Speezy, weezy You know From the Bay to Pomona Ya know Killa-fornia Uh My name is someone Some people call you Lethal one? My name is the one Some people call you once [Verse 1] I said a clip(clip) Glock(Glock) A uzi automatic Some static around the corner Niggas busting out the hoopty going, blooow nigga Upt' jumped the Chevy And the nigga straight belled up out I said a 1 to the 2, a 2 to 2-3 Took a test to be a motherfucking G And all the real niggas came amazed at me The natural born killa S-P-I-C-E Got A.K stash for the spot in the benz Watching all my enemies and all my friends I keep a killa on the pay roll, they know When its time to handle business nigga lay-low Hold the nigga for ransom make his family pay When the shit is all over dump 'em up in the bay Spice 1, love Bossalini Straight thug nigga I only fuck with them criminals and drug dealers I walk the earth for one reason What's that To regulate my chips, bust bars throughout four seasons Easing down the road with my nigga Kokane Niggas get slugs for the dome when they cross the game [Chorus] Penal code section 11-3-5-0 In possession of cocaine And the east bay gangsta (Spice 1) We doing this I represent Pomona from the O' We doing it, doing it [Verse 2] I love that ghetto shit strictly ignorant shit The kinda hanging out yo window Eating chicken out yo caddy shit We write the songs to make you kill fools Smash suckers Call me captain save a clucker We not just rappers we dope dealers Ignorant motherfuckers straight cap peelers It's like bass, how low can you go Enough to move my yay' across San Di-yayo Who the fuck wanna step up and battle Kokane Peruvian flows straight laced with dope man'e I'm more doper than the C.I.A supplied Los Angeles Uhh, Bitch can't handle this I'm more realer than 10 niggas getting killed upon the daily More realer than a pregnant woman Coming to the crack spot with 4 babies Man it's getting shady Can't even drop my kids off to school without packing my .380 (three-eighty) Broken house Seperated spouses Pitbulls up in the back Same plastic upon the couches Niggas playing domino's Smoking weed, shooting craps, slinging crack Thinking about the days of way back So step right up and get your cavi Before the drug begins Tell all your friends We got them chickens ya dieing dough fly? Ya got 36 more to see/sing Oh, yeah Uh,yeah Gorillapimpin Why you niggas be simping Spice 1 and Kokane Making this shit for you niggas that be blooding and cripping Oh yeah [Chorus] Penal code section 11-3-5-0 In possession of cocaine It's the east bay gangsta Ohh and we doing it/this I/we represent pomona from/to the O' We doing it/this, doing it/this