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Do Wrong
Kokane
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I'm finna introduce y'all to my homeboy, Mr. Kang
Everybody out there talking about pimping
And hustling and pandering and gangbanging
But everybody always want to do right, but most of us do wrong
That even means when you out there
On the corner selling rocks
You got to do wrong, because you got to survive
And surviving in this world, you got to do a lot of wrong
Even these janky-ass record labels out here
That don't want to give a thing
To his just dude
Makes you want to do wrong
Some of these bitch ass niggas out here
That hold a motherfucker some money
Makes you want to do wrong
Now, Mr. Kane, spit something
Makes you wanna do wrong
I was hangin' round gang bangin's
Makes you wanna do wrong
I was hangin' round those slangers
Makes you wanna do wrong
Hey, That's my cousin on the evening news
Makes you wanna do wrong
'Cause I was hangin' round those-
Let me loose, let me loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You better tell them fools
What time it is
You know what I'm saying
So check it out
I was born in the South Bronx. My life is crazy
My mom walked on with a hospital when it's 30 below
Now I'm only age of three. three
Switch up my life to a whole new scenery
I lived on Arlington, West 29th Street
Then moved to the P-Town at the age of seven
Home crossed my heart. crossed my heart
And I hope to die the moment way of living
Strictly changed my life
Quoted into the early age. You don't know
My next year at your feet is
When a fellow calf get my ass kicked by the homies
Them ultimate folks
I guess my parents at the time
Was too busy smoking dope
So I did what the thugs did
Smoked what the thugs smoked
Drank what the thugs drank
Fossil up rat stunts
Go to a hood and start some shit
Nigga, this is Westside Ramona
Where the ride up from?
Yeah, do wrong
I was raised around gangbangs
Makes you wanna do wrong
Oh, I was hangin' round dope slangers
Makes you wanna do wrong
Hey, that's my cousin on the evening news
Makes you wanna do wrong
'Cause I was face around those
Had nothing to lose, nothing to lose, nothing to lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Me i find out they be flyin' in the sky
And stealin' in the west
Kinda make me fold those four holes
Four holes ain't my best
From somewhere, a pair of pimpin'
Young gon' create a missile
With a game that penetrates the brain
Of the lame down to the crystal
And it knows you keep your faith and keep the secret
Add one pinball to a whole bone
Multiply that by a tractor sneer
It requires understanding, that's a trackless infusion
Let's track this in fusion
Divide that pimpin' horn, and that's the end of your conclusion
Furthermore, it defies the world to weave down to our ankles
With a brain of a scout or the maintainer, and I'll be thankful
That a broke-back dead bitch ain't the best you can get
The understanding within my game, and I'm a bless you with it
Put that bitch in her place, check her right there in her face
I don't feel no one's slow when she's supposed to be on that paper
16 bars on my sun, moon, and star
As I give her home, Venus
She wrote a penis to Mars
Fuck it with the gangsta
I was raised around gangbangers
Makes you wanna do wrong
Oh, I was hanged around dope slangers
Made you wanna do wrong
Hey, that's my cousin on the evening news
Made you wanna do wrong
Cause I was raised around those and let me lose
Let me lose. Let me lose Let me lose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Alright, hm, hm, hm
Yeah, said I come from the land where
The Crips got less problems with bugs
Lokes got more problems with locs
Get a gun, smoke
Baby's pride been the ghetto every day
Where if they retaliate, your chill might get blown away
Standing in the county line like Coolio, don't push and shove
Wait one motherfucking minute and I'm a take what I'm sick of
Tired of, tired of these bitch ass niggas
Always trying to stop a nigga, get these major figures
Oh no, I know it's kinda odd
But I can't get a job cause I'm connected to the ball
Don't you get tired of temperament
Ass niggas saying you're dope
But when it's time to get paid, they still be blowing smoke
Fed up with these niggas that
God bless what they milk against
Acting like I ain't gotta feed my children
Bitch got me fucked up
Bitch got me fucked up
Bitch got me fucked up
Makes you wanna do wrong
I was raised around gang bangin'
Makes you wanna do wrong
Oh, I was hangin' around dope slangers
Makes you wanna do wrong
Hey, that's my cousin on the evening news
Makes you wanna do wrong
'Cause I was raised around those hands
Let me lose, let me loose, let me loose
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh Oh, oh, oh
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