| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| These niggas is too salty
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| Crack 'em one by one
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| You niggas got me fucked up
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| Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
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| Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
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| It’s the muppet show, most niggas need A&R
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| To tell 'em how to fuck a ho
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| Ice Cube, true emcee
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| Write everything I say, even back in the day
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| I’mma spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
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| You can keep your catchy lines, I’m bout to write a rhyme
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| If you got a backpack tryin' to act black
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| Think you know the culture? |
| You’s a fuckin' vulture
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| You never approached a mic
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| You’re dressed like a dyke sayin' what ya don’t like
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| Who deserve 5 Mics, who deserve 2
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| But the nigga with 2 still can serve you
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| This West Coast flow is different than the East
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| But it ain’t no different in the street
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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| I crack 'em one by one cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Cause the salt might make you choke
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| (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I crack 'em one by one cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Because these niggas is salty they’ll make you choke
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| Oh oh, you niggas got me fucked up
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds on the porch with the torch
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| In case these niggas come around to see the Porsche
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| When I brandish, motherfuckers vanish
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| They don’t understand like a nigga speakin' Spanish
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| No comprende, me no speak no Engle
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| Here (*slap*) now yo' ass feelin' tingly
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| Now you’re doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
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| Don’t get stung by the motherfuckin' stingray
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| Jumpin' over niggas, y’all better king me
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| Put your rap careers up on eBay
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| Crazy Toones is the motherfuckin' DJ
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| Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a BJ
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| I got a big brother nicknamed CJ
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| When you see him in the hood take it easy
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| If you a breezy, take him to the heezy
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| Do him like Halle Berry did Michael Ealy
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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| I crack 'em one by one cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Cause the salt might make you choke
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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| I crack 'em one by one, cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Because these niggas is salty they’ll make you choke
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| Oh oh (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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| Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it’s the chipper
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| Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rear-view mirror
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| Ready to bust with my bandanna, bumpin' oldies
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| Cube throw me the lob like Odom to Kobe
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| So I could bust a Crip Walk on these niggas
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| Yellow tape off these niggas, fuck all these salty niggas
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| They can’t hold our shit
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| Gangsta rap ain’t dead, motherfuckers just stole our shit
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| All you niggas owe us alimony
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| All you did was switch your name and ate our style up like ravioli
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| On your club raps I’m pissin', talk shit I’ll knock your Kool Mo Dee glasses
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| Off your face under the transmission, nigga
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| From the Westside fuckin' up the program
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| With the surplus hanky hangin' out the Brougham
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| Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D’s
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| Spittin' shells at you niggas like pollaseeds
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I crack 'em one by one cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Cause the salt might make you choke
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| I’m spittin' pollaseeds
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| I crack 'em one by one, cause I don’t wanna be greedy
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| Because these niggas is salty they’ll make you choke, oh oh |