(kokane) Ah yeah...
(spice 1) Murder is a part of the and the jealous got me strapped Crunch nappy sack, sick who got my back Dead bodies, handcuffs, and rage Two and the one up on dope track, sportin gangsta brains Me and my homies feelin up in the hooptie With the fifth in martin, the car ain't startin Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the Wavin up in the air like machine-gun kelly I tell all my partners to up out the bucket One the clout and the other gettin ducked quick Enough, rough so I begin to bust, straight dome shots Droppin got them shakin like they cop Ski clout smokin down the street With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other I myself see if I'm shot, but they don't hit me singin like whitney they wanna fit me With a full metal jacket, but don't get me Not one touch my body, not even nick me We my homie to the nearest carsa hospital But it's too late he all felt like a pop sickle (damn!)
(chorus kokane) Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah! I don't a fuck about you As as the pigs don't go step on my shoes Got me up in this drama, yeah!
(spice 1) We shipped spot for homicide, heat emergency go perform my own open heart surgery Because my shouldn't died like that We gotta show my homie love and get them busters So we through the ghetto lookin for revenge But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin Behold a chevy with deeds Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss Fools musta the lights off and let's get closer Don't let em see you pull your down, pull out the dullja's With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' in a dutch The midnight drama stop so if you get some dirt They'll dig you in the clear, player, you'll be outta here We ain't no suckers, we doin it like gottie We left them fools in the lot with open bodies
(chorus kokane) gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah! I don't a fuck about you As long as the don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in drama, yeah!
(spice 1) We up out the scene with out a clue People call the police but that's all can do We hit the in a bucket, feelin no remorse We in the ghetto with deadly force And ain't nobody tellin about the decease Cause if you snitch your family will get decrease Up in the game them things gonna be ya, 187 in the style of the mafia This no business for busters, trick ass haters Try their pager, jealous you livin major Hit me on my pager, sharp as a And suckers who feel me, get the red laser And sicker than a hangover, try to slang boulders But get out their range rovers
(chorus kokane) Situations stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah! I give a fuck about you As long as the pigs go step on my shoes Got me caught up in drama, yeah! Situations stick, I got my own cop to test me Got me up in this drama, yeah! Now I give a fuck about you As long as the don't go step on my shoes Got me caught up in drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, I got my own cop to test me Got me up in this drama, yeah! Now I don't give a about you As long as the pigs go step on my shoes Got me caught up in drama, yeah! Situations gotta stick, drama, I don't a fuck about you, yeah gotta stick, I got my own cop tryin to test me Got me caught up in drama, yeah!