Spittin' Pollaseeds

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feat. Kokane, W.C. [Ice Cube] Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap It's the muppet show, most niggaz need A&R to tell 'em how to fuck a hoe Ice Cube, true emcee Write everything I say, even back in the day I'ma spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme If you got a backpack tryin' to act black Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture You never approached a mic You're dressed like a dyke sayin' what ya don't like Who deserve 5 Mics, who deserve 2 But the nigga with 2 still can serve you This West Coast flow is different than the East But it ain't no different in the street [Chorus: Kokane] I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Cause the salt might make you choke (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke Oh oh, you niggaz got me fucked up [Ice Cube] I'm spittin' pollaseeds on the porch with the torch In case these niggaz come around to see the Porsche When I brandish, motherfuckers vanish They don't understand like a nigga speakin' Spanish No comprende, me no speak no Engle Here (*slap*) now yo' ass feelin' tingley Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' stingray Jumpin' over niggaz, y'all better king me Put your rap careers up on eBay Crazy Toones is the motherfuckin' DJ Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a BJ I got a big brother nicknamed CJ When you see him in the hood take it easy If you a breezy, take him to the heezy Do him like Halle Berry did Michael Ealy [Chorus: Kokane] I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Cause the salt might make you choke I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke Oh oh (I'm spittin' pollaseeds) [W.C.] Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it's the chipper Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rearview mirror Ready to bust with my bandana, bumpin' oldies Cube throw me the lob like Odom to Kobe So I could bust a Crip Walk on these niggaz Yellow tape off these niggaz, fuck all these salty niggaz They can't hold our shit Gangsta rap ain't dead, motherfuckers just stole our shit All you niggaz owe us alimony All you did was switch your name and ate our style up like ravioli On your club raps I'm pissin', talk shit I'll knock your Comodi glasses off your face under the transmission, nigga From the Westside fuckin' up the program With the surplus hanky hangin' out the Brougham Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D's Spittin' shells at you niggaz like pollaseeds [Chorus: Kokane] I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Cause the salt might make you choke I'm spittin' pollaseeds I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke, oh oh

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