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kokane - breakout lyrics

[intro]
ha
yea
something for the radios
and all the, all the low lows
you know what i’m saying
mr kane and tray dee
from pomona to the l.b.c
goin down
check it out

[chorus]
i used to live the {kilo?} tracks
and i’m from 21st street
house parties
everbody brung heat
dope dealers
all in the porch
now we some k!llers
and blasting on marks
no scrilla
cause they get touched
and can you feel us
we kicking up dust
we cap pillers
and don’t give a (f-ck)

breakout fool before you get b-m-rushed

[verse 1] kokane
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 p-ssy a indo blunt
i’d be high like a motherf-cker
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 4.5 and a throw away g
i grew up on loud music
simillac and 40 ounce’s
seen fools get k!lled
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 vouch/bounce with these
is this the dissmissal
{christmas list your baby be blue}
{when i dose might hit it zone point}
like a hollow pointed bullet
i’m like mr clinton
i ain’t afraid to pull it
we smoke the bomb sticky do-sha’
looking at these studio gangsta’s
who getting older
cause the industry is like the dope game
that’s why i used to call myself kokane

[chorus]

[verse 2] tray dee
bag us caps and ruff raps
till the (o)’pponents collapse
tray and kane make it bang
ain’t you knowin the haps
it 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 k!llers and my n-gg-‘s
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 gangsta’s
up against the odds, it’s a job to win
where n-gg-‘s 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 westside
where the best die for less
and n-gg-‘s don’t mind putting life’s to rest

[chorus]

cause you don’t wanna funk with me
you funking with some real o.g’s
from pomona to the l.b.c
it’s the kane and the homie tray dee
say, do you wanna bang with me
you funking with some real o.g’s
from pomona to the l.b.c
it’s the kane and the homie tray dee…

- kokane lyrics

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