Fuck a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
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Of the studio tryin' to write a nigga rap
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It's the muppet show, most niggaz need A&R
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To tell 'em how to fuck a hoe
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Ice Cube, true emcee
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Write everything I say, even back in the day
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I'm a spit it how I feel it, fuck a gimmick
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You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme
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If you got a backpack tryin' to act black
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Think you know the culture? You's a fuckin' vulture
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You never approached a mic
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You're dressed like a dyke sayin' what ya don't like
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Who deserve 5 Mics, who deserve 2
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But the nigga with 2 still can serve you
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This West Coast flow is different than the East
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But it ain't no different in the street
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Cause the salt might make you choke
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(I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I'm spittin' pollaseeds
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I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke
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Oh oh, you niggaz got me fucked up
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds on the porch with the torch
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In case these niggaz come around to see the Porsche
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When I brandish, motherfuckers vanish
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They don't understand like a nigga speakin' Spanish
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No comprende, me no speak no Engle
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Here (*slap*) now yo' ass feelin' tingley
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Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
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Don't get stung by the motherfuckin' stingray
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Jumpin' over niggaz, y'all better king me
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Put your rap careers up on eBay
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Crazy Toones is the motherfuckin' DJ
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Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a BJ
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I got a big brother nicknamed CJ
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When you see him in the hood take it easy
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If you a breezy, take him to the heezy
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Do him like Halle Berry did Michael Ealy
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Cause the salt might make you choke
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke
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Oh oh (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
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Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it's the chipper
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Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rearview mirror
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Ready to bust with my bandana, bumpin' oldies
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Cube throw me the lob like Odom to Kobe
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So I could bust a Crip Walk on these niggaz
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Yellow tape off these niggaz, fuck all these salty niggaz
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They can't hold our shit
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Gangsta rap ain't dead, motherfuckers just stole our shit
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All you niggaz owe us alimony
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All you did was switch your name and ate our style up like ravioli
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On your club raps I'm pissin', talk shit I'll knock your Comodi glasses
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Off your face under the transmission, nigga
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From the Westside fuckin' up the program
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With the surplus hanky hangin' out the Brougham
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Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D's
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Spittin' shells at you niggaz like pollaseeds
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds
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I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Cause the salt might make you choke
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I'm spittin' pollaseeds
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I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
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Because these niggaz is salty they'll make you choke, oh oh
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Spittin' Pollaseeds
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Ice Cube |