Mo' Water - Kokane

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Alcaphunk

No artificial flavors

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A/K/A no additive preservatives

So get out my funk

Get of my funk

I’d watch out

For this is the season

Of the Chrome syndrome

Quite nonchalantly, my name is Kokane

I got the nickel sack of that potent rap crap

Almighty Jah, thank you for the buddha

But if you know this corp?

doin coke

Then I suggest that you can

Rolla-rolla feds on upon you know

Yo, my name is Kokane not Adee Do

So overfill an piss a funkaholic in my kizup?

You wanna see me vomit, or should I say throw up

Throw up style, never hold a damn thing back

I just had to re-up, and now I got the fat sacks

It’s like 'Tini and Rossi, but don’t mix

Bend over bitch and I’mma stick it with the quickness

A-ha, a-ha, you got the right one, baby

Say Mr. stucky lucky but I really don’t wanna maybe

But baby, but baby, don’t mean no harmin'

So I just skip to the lou, skip to the lou

Skip to the lou my darling

Now I bet you got mo' water upstairs

Than you got sugar on a candy cane

Where’d you get your funk from?

(Repeat)

Now I come from the West, Cali-funk-i-a

You say, 'Let me borrow this style

We gotta pay you back on Tuesday'

You look like a base-head, see

'Cause my style is the cavi, so try another cookie

Yo, I think that East battle West is like dumb

And play my fuckin' video

It don’t matter what coast I come from

Three-wheel wicked, Chevy Impala

It’s time to pick up a honey dip

And rent a room at the Ramada

After flauntin' my words I leave crush

Took of the gears and time to have sex

I’m all in them skins like bam bam

So won’t you play like Red Hot Chili Peppers and

Give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away, give it away now

Give it away, give it away, give it away now

She said 'Death do us part?', I said 'Whatever'

Know I’m all in them p-u double crooked letters

There’s a lot of MC who need to get smoked, fool

'Cause you got a gang of baking soda in ya dope

Talkin' 'bout you did drive-bys out your Regal

Kill a thousand niggas on one maxi-single

No, nope, not, not, the style don’t fit

And you swear that your motherfuckin' ass is the shit