Monster Humps - Kokane

Natural Disasters

Kokane

What you wanna do, nigga

Now I only got a dub

But I’m rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud

Windows tinted

Fresh air sented

Nice gold trim with some super bumps in it

Haters hit the floor quick

Cause they jealous and they only full of rolleders?

shit

Like some bomb pass it once

And you cough cause it’s hard to control this shit

Now I’m back on my feet

Hear the homies calling shotgun

Windows lefts and right seats

But I ain’t got the air to burn

I’m the nigga behind the wheel

When it’s time to turn

Lean to the left

Watch your knees I’m about to lay back

To floss on the bitches

That I knew from way back

Go half for what I got

Store it straight in the tank

That don’t mean we can’t play big bank take little bank

Now I roll with a crew that ain’t afraid to funk

It’s the niggas coming through with the monster humps

Ahh-haa

And you don’t wanna fuck with me

We’re chillin' like this smokin' bomb ass weed

It’s the California lifestyle that you need

Ahh-haa

(ain't nothing like the real thing)

You don’t wanna fuck with me

I only got a dub

But I’m rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud

And I’m the nigga with the bud

Plus

Rolling shotgun with the .38 slug

I only got a dub

But I’m rolling on some chrome in the '98, bud

Rolling shotgun with the .38 slug

Reminiscing on some gangsta tales

As I roll up a fatty

Eating chicken like a motherfucker, rolling my Caddy

I said I sag so low

You can see the shit stains in my drawers

Drinking a 40 holding my balls

Saying yes yes ya’ll

The party don’t stop all night long

I make the gangsta shit that make ya C-walk on

Fuck it, nigga, what you know about the S-I

Real you don’t die nigga we multiply nigga

Miami Cubans use to have hook ups on that ya'

But nowadays they ain’t fucking with the Ese

The caliente

What seeds?

I know they smoke that bomb ass weed

It’s the California lifestyle that you need

I sit alone in my room and I’m starin' at candles

Everyday trying to get a handle

On this California game

California change get ya caught up

Fucking with these nigga’s man’e

Mamma said there be days like this

So I never trust a bitch

I learn the game and get rich

Nigga’s throw curve balls

While I swing at their pitch

Dust they ass of and throw 'em in a ditch

Riding coffin?

a fresh Monte Carlo

On gold one’s with the shoe laces

Ain’t nobody trippin' just paper chasing

Why you bitch niggas keep player hating

I’m taking my time concentrate on the future

And money banking lucifer got me on one

Roots of all evil benjamin?

of the world

I’m trying to get a piece god forgive me

Keep my family give my hands?

For when I die I don’t wanna be no broke man

It’s getting hot I’m slowly losing my cool

Way crazy 5150 acting a fool

It’s hard to get to town?

these days

Wake up at 9 o’clock get drunk as fuck

And think of ways to get paid

Can I can I get a ride