Rhyme Slow by Kokane (Ft. Too $hort)
Rhyme Slow by Kokane (Ft. Too $hort)

Rhyme Slow

Kokane & Too $hort * Track #6 On They Call Me Mr. Kane

Rhyme Slow Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kokane]
Now what gets deeper than a pregnant bitches pussy
Look at these rookies trying to serve cookies

Now i been spitting pimp gangsta shit
When you nga run my town
While your snotty ass nose selling blow
Somebody show these nga don't know me
I got a question thats as serious as cancer
And none of you niggas ain't got the dance
So many times i see a baller let a bitch be pimp was down?
Nga suppose to be pimpin a hoe
But a ho is pimpin a ho
You'd be surprised about these bitch
Who fuck and who ain't
Thats why i meet a homie momma ask you for a fuck date
Hold up wait, wait, wait
Let me demonstrate
Put the rubber on don't hesitate
Pull out the Old Smokey Robinson tape

[Hook: Too $hort & Kokane]
Sometimes I rhyme slow
Sometimes I rhyme sick
Sometimes I tell a beyatch to suck my dick
(repeat w/ variations)

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
I'm a player so, bitch, just let me play
I did the same thing just yesterday
You can ask anybody about the day before
I was ridin' around town, tryin' to break a ho
How much motherfucking money do you think I earn, bitch
I'm the kind of nigga make you drink my sperm
A real player, I bet you're know it now
If I'm going too fast, I try to slow it down
I know we just met, but I don't give a shit
I'm About to slap this rubber on and let you have this dick
You gotta suck it first and do something hella freaky
Stick it in fuck you good, bitch, ya never see me again
Cause I'm a real pimp, All about the dividends
Bitches can't resist my game, that why you giving in
Fuck yo pussy, if i want it then i choose it
I'm more in love with making money and music

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

[Too $hort]
Biatch
Do you really know what real pimps do
You've been to player's university or the street institute
You understand life, is your game tight
Don't lie, bitch, you know it ain't right
Gotta get your money on
I try to get it daily
Sucker ass niggas don't know why these bitches pay me
I'm a real pimp, I sell it like i'm in the Navy
I smoke weed, and stay fucked up
You can't save me

[Verse 4]

Sometimes I ride high
Sometimes I talk shit
But i be dropping more game
That make your bitch suck my dick
Take her rent, pay my rent
Fuck it nga charge it to the game
Who to blame
Everytime you hear that motherfucker
That bitch scream my name
Murder i'm killin
I got these balls up in her jaw and she feeling it, i'm stealing it, whats that, hood love
Only take 20 dollars for that bud, to fuck nga wut
Really don't give a fuck, but you know, thats how we do it
They tell me pimpin became a sport
I'm tag teaming ho's with kane and short
Burn ho's up like a newport
So lower your vocal tones
Before your ass be walking home
Really tho you fine as fuck
But ain't the 1 to be loc'd up on
So remember you the 1 that i picked up
I drove her ass bitch ko can i get my dick sucked
All i wanna see is panties and bras
Kick this motherfucker like a mardi gras
Stick these balls up in ya jaw

[Hook]

Rhyme Slow Q&A

Who produced Rhyme Slow's ?

Rhyme Slow was produced by DJ Silk.

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