| That’s right, yeah, uha
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| Yeah, I like R. Kelly, be cool
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| My name Kokane, and I’m a Pollaseeds
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| And I love them whores, and they love
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| You understand?
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| Eight booty bitches in the naked city
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| Fly bitches shakin' asses and hell of titties
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| Contemplatin' how the homies should penetrate
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| As we watch little Tina while she masturbates
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| She looks up and she hooks to my nigga E
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| Then she grabs the fifth of some Hennessey
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| She took it into hand and put the bottle between her legs
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| Then she brings my homie Trigger to dig
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| Just another freaky tale in the Westcoast
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| Cause after 12 O’Clock we be poppin' the most
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| Niggas fiendin, to slap some ass, tap some ass
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| And they ain’t givin' a fuck about their past
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| Now, we got naked ladies, layin' all over the room
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| Life lights with the nascent fume
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| Though the homies gettin' twisted of that major Kiah
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| Pimp Clinic got them ladies for hire
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| That’s the world we have
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| That’s the world we have
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| That’s on every friend we have
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| That’s on every friend we want y’all
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| That’s the world we have
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| That’s the world we love
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| That’s on every friend we have
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| That’s on everybody, that’s on every friend we love y’all
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| Ugh, welcome to the villa in Manilla
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| Can you relate, with the armor cap peeler?
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| Chillin' the most, cause I claim the westcoast
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| And I love givin' a toss to the brookie
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| And freakin on some booty
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| See, the Clinic got a hell of a night
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| Donna Karan L.A. and my fuel is right
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| Bailin' with the quickness to the freak show
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| Pocket full of classics and that mean more whores
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| To have more whores is what a nigga plessure
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| I got more rooms that then any whore can measure
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| Yeah, I put them into the cleanest
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| They still callin' my mammas, askin' haven’t you seen him
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| But she’s happy cause I’m outta state
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| Trip incase, peep the next holiday
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| Now, I wanna play it with no ends, then I can explain
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| What I got game, I’m headin' the first came
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| Speak some words and took them home with me
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| Freak them the chronic, I get nasty
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| Now, I be bailin' down to show with my dick out
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| Ready to be this seed inside bitches' mouths
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| So don’t ever trip child, I come when set my steels out
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| And all you bitches out there wanna know what I’m about
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| Cause I be hittin' back, sissies askin: have me a shout
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| Been red, brown, black skin or Trout
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| Got the conversation too, what you gonna hear, baby
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| How you got these niggas out here, straight livin' shady
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| There’s one thing I know about these upon California squeezes
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| Yo, they be sneakin, they be freakin'
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| And they be down for the get down, when I get it begins
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| From Calabashies to Inglewood, you bitches know that I’m a man
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| Cause when I come through, I straight like jam
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| What y’all know about the techs flow though?
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| 187 show, boo Yaa woow
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| You got to have that with the sickness
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| You got to get back on your feet
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| You got to use the mind
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| Fuckin' with a nigga like me
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| You got to have that with the sickness
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| You got to get back on your feet
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| About to use my mind up in these streets |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Clinic 2000 , by - Above The Law. Song from the album Time Will Reveal, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп