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kokane - mo' water lyrics

[intro]
elliot beeswax
al ca’funk
no artifical flavours
alias b maximus
aka no additive preservatives
so get out my funk
get of my funk
i’d watch out
for this is the season
of the crohn syndrome

[verse 1]
quiet nonchalantly
my name is kokane
i got the nickel sack of that potent rap cr-p
o’ mighty jah thank you for the buddha
but if you know this corp?
doin c-ke
then i suggest that you can
rolla-rolla feds on upon you know
yo my name is kokane not adee do
so overfill an p-ss a funkaholic in my kizup?
you wanna see me vomit
or should i say through up
through up style never hold a d-mn thing back
i just had to read up
and now i got the fact sacks
its like teenie? and rasties
but don’t mix
bend over b-tch
and amma’ 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

[chorus]
cause
i bet you got mo’ water upstairs
and you got sugar on a candy cane

where do you get your funk from

[verse 2]
now i come from the west cali-funk-i-a
ye’ say
lend me more style’s
i gotta to pay you back on tuesday
you look like a base-head see
cause my style is the cabby?
so try another cookie, yo
i think that east battle west is like dumb
and play my f-ckin’ video
it don’t matter what coast i come from
play well wicked, chevy impala
it’s time to pick up a honey dip
and rent a room at the ramada
after flock my words i need kush?
took of the gears
it time to have s-x
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 due was bon’?
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 bakin soda in ya dope
talkin bout you did drive-bys
out ya regal
kill a thousand n-gg-‘s on one maxi-single
no, nope, not, nah the style don’t fit
and you swear that your motherf-ckin’ -ss is the sh-t

[chorus]

- kokane lyrics

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