Breakout - Kokane

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Something for the radios

And all the, all the lo-lo's

You know what I’m saying

Mr. Kane and Tray Deee

From Pomona to the L.B.C

Goin down

Check it out

I used to live the killer tracks

And I’m from 21st street

House parties

Everbody brung heat

Dope dealers

All in the porch

Now we some killers

And blastin' on marks

No scrilla

Cause they get touched

And can you feel us

We kickin' up dust

We cap peelers

And don’t give a fuck

Breakout fool before you get bum-rushed

Twiddly dee dumb, ghetto star

I treat a trick bad like a base-head card

Fool I ain’t gonna get rich

While listening to them suckers

Cause if your pussy’d a indo blunt

I’d be high like a motherfucker

Now it’s a Pomona thing

Got no B.C.

thing

Let my nuts hang

Let me bang

Let me bang

On the first day of Christmas

My daughter gave to me

A .45 and a throwaway, G

I grew up on loud music

Similac and 40 ounce’s

Seen fools get killed

Before I could count

So ain’t nothing Hollywood about me, G

I’m straight corn feed

Grew up of government cheese

As with real O.G.'s who can’t bounce with these

Is this the dismissal

Like a hollow pointed bullet

I’m like Mr. Clinton

I ain’t afraid to pull it

We smoke the bomb sticky dosha'

Lookin' at these studio gangstas

Who gettin' older

Cause the industry is like the dope game

That’s why I used to call myself Kokane

Cause you don’t wanna funk with me

You’re funking with some real O. G

From Pomona to the L.B.C

It’s the Kane and the homie Tray Deee

Say, do you wanna bang with me

You’re funking with some real O. G

From Pomona to the L.B.C

It’s the Kane and the homie Tray Deee

We bust caps and ruff raps

Till the opponents collapse

Tray and Kane make it bang

Ain’t you knowin' the haps

This ain’t know puzzle

We out there bubble like champagne

Serving perpetraitors in and out this rap game

From the city with no pity

The corners of Pomona

I roll with only killers and my niggas

No baloney (bologna)

Out for getting over

Whatever get the chedder

The debt is on whoever

Not toghether with the, (bust that fool)

We above and money set and respect

No hesitation, or second thinking

Cause we living like some gangstas

Up against the odds, it’s a job to win

Where niggas steady tryna stop you oxygen

So I keep me some heat ignition, straight up

As soon as it’s beef fools get ate up

Cause it’s the west side

Where the best die for less

And niggas don’t mind putting life’s to rest