Kokane - Breakout lyrics

[Intro] Ha Yea Something for the radios And all the, all the lo-lo's You know what I'm saying Mr. Kane and Tray Deee From Pomona to the L.B.C Goin down Check it out [Chorus: Kokane & Tray Deee] I used to live the k**er tracks And I'm from 21st street House parties Everbody brung heat Dope dealers All in the porch Now we some k**ers And blastin' on marks No scrilla Cause they get touched And can you feel us We kickin' up dust We cap peelers And don't give a f** Breakout fool before you get bum-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 s**ers Cause if your p**y'd a indo blunt I'd be high like a motherf**er 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 .45 and a throwaway, G I grew up on loud music Similac and 40 ounce's Seen fools get k**ed 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 bounce with these Is this the dismissal {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 dosha' Lookin' at these studio gangstas Who gettin' older Cause the industry is like the dope game That's why I used to call myself Kokane [Chorus] [Bridge] Cause you don't wanna funk with me You're funking with some real O.G From Pomona to the L.B.C It's the Kane and the homie Tray Deee Say, do you wanna bang with me You're funking with some real O.G From Pomona to the L.B.C It's the Kane and the homie Tray Deee [Verse 2: Tray Deee] We bust caps and ruff raps Till the opponents collapse Tray and Kane make it bang Ain't you knowin' the haps This 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**ers and my n***as 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 gangstas Up against the odds, it's a job to win Where n***as 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 west side Where the best die for less And n***as don't mind putting life's to rest [Chorus] [Bridge]