[Intro]

K-O-K-A-N-E, K-O-K-A-N-E and S-P-I-I-I

It's my nigga yayo

Kokane bitch, bloooow

Haha, yo partner Speezy

Speezy, weezy

You know

From the Bay to Pomona

Ya know Killa-fornia

Uh

My name is someone

Some people call you

Lethal one?

My name is the one

Some people call you once

[Verse 1]

I said a clip(clip) Glock(Glock)

A uzi automatic

Some static around the corner

Niggas busting out the hoopty going, blooow nigga

Upt' jumped the Chevy

And the nigga straight belled up out

I said a 1 to the 2, a 2 to 2-3

Took a test to be a motherfucking G

And all the real niggas came amazed at me

The natural born killa S-P-I-C-E

Got A.K stash for the spot in the benz

Watching all my enemies and all my friends

I keep a killa on the pay roll, they know

When its time to handle business nigga lay-low

Hold the nigga for ransom make his family pay

When the shit is all over dump 'em up in the bay

Spice 1, love Bossalini

Straight thug nigga

I only fuck with them criminals and drug dealers

I walk the earth for one reason

What's that

To regulate my chips, bust bars throughout four seasons

Easing down the road with my nigga Kokane

Niggas get slugs for the dome when they cross the game

[Chorus]

Penal code section 11-3-5-0

In possession of cocaine

And the east bay gangsta (Spice 1)

We doing this

I represent Pomona from the O'

We doing it, doing it

[Verse 2]

I love that ghetto shit strictly ignorant shit

The kinda hanging out yo window

Eating chicken out yo caddy shit

We write the songs to make you kill fools

Smash suckers

Call me captain save a clucker

We not just rappers we dope dealers

Ignorant motherfuckers straight cap peelers

It's like bass, how low can you go

Enough to move my yay' across San Di-yayo

Who the fuck wanna step up and battle Kokane

Peruvian flows straight laced with dope man'e

I'm more doper than the C.I.A supplied Los Angeles

Uhh, Bitch can't handle this

I'm more realer than 10 niggas getting killed upon the daily

More realer than a pregnant woman

Coming to the crack spot with 4 babies

Man it's getting shady

Can't even drop my kids off to school without packing my .380 (three-eighty)

Broken house

Seperated spouses

Pitbulls up in the back

Same plastic upon the couches

Niggas playing domino's

Smoking weed, shooting craps, slinging crack

Thinking about the days of way back

So step right up and get your cavi

Before the drug begins

Tell all your friends

We got them chickens ya dieing dough fly?

Ya got 36 more to see/sing

Oh, yeah

Uh,yeah

Gorillapimpin

Why you niggas be simping

Spice 1 and Kokane

Making this shit for you niggas that be blooding and cripping

Oh yeah

[Chorus]

Penal code section 11-3-5-0

In possession of cocaine

It's the east bay gangsta

Ohh and we doing it/this

I/we represent pomona from/to the O'

We doing it/this, doing it/this