Above The Law - Clinic 200 lyrics

rate me

That's right, yeah, uha

Yeah, I like R. Kelly, be cool

My name Kokane, and I'm a Pollaseeds

And I love them whores, and they love

You understand?

Eight booty bitches in the naked city

Fly bitches shakin' asses and hell of titties

Contemplatin' how the homies should penetrate

As we watch little Tina while she masturbates

She looks up and she hooks to my nigga E

Then she grabs the fifth of some Hennessey

She took it into hand and put the bottle between her legs

Then she brings my homie Trigger to dig

Just another freaky tale in the Westcoast

Cause after 12 O'Clock we be poppin' the most

Niggaz fiendin, to slap some ass, tap some ass

And they ain't givin' a fuck about their past

Now, we got naked ladies, layin' all over the room

Life lights with the nascent fume

Though the homies gettin' twisted of that major Kiah

Pimp Clinic got them ladies for hire

Ugh, welcome to the villa in Manilla

Can you relate, with the armor cap peeler?

Chillin' the most, cause I claim the westcoast

And I love givin' a toss to the brookie

And freakin on some booty

See, the Clinic got a hell of a night

Donna Karan L.A. and my fuel is right

Bailin' with the quickness to the freak show

Pocket full of classics and that mean more whores

To have more whores is what a nigga plessure

I got more rooms that then any whore can measure

Yeah, I put them into the cleanest

They still callin' my mammas, askin' haven't you seen him

But she's happy cause I'm outta state

Trip incase, peep the next holiday

Now, I wanna play it with no ends, then I can explain

What I got game, I'm headin' the first came

Speak some words and took them home with me

Freak them the chronic, I get nasty

Now, I be bailin' down to show with my dick out

Ready to be this seed inside bitches' mouths

So don't ever trip child, I come when set my steels out

And all you bitches out there wanna know what I'm about

Cause I be hittin' back, sissies askin: have me a shout

Been red, brown, black skin or Trout

Got the conversation too, what you gonna hear, baby

How you got these niggaz out here, straight livin' shady

There's one thing I know about these upon California squeezes

Yo, they be sneakin, they be freakin'

And they be down for the get down, when I get it begins

From Calabashies to Inglewood, you bitches know that I'm a man

Cause when I come through, I straight like jam

What y'all know about the techs flow though?

187 show, boo Yaa woow

You got to have that with the sickness

You got to get back on your feet

You got to use the mind

Fuckin' with a nigga like me

You got to have that with the sickness

You got to get back on your feet

About to use my mind up in these streets