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Correct La Coka Starsky And Hutch Lyrics
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Intro (Big Left) Yo What Up? It's the original Devil Dog Big Left of La Coka Nostra (Uncle Howie) Yo Big Left. This is Uncle Howie. Go fuck yourself, motherfucker! Verse 1: (ILL BILL) Ill Bill be the personification of modern day violence and hatred A combination of science and nature designed to degrade you And make you into something capable of surviving the Holocaust Machinery, bitches, and weed be our power source Blue and red rags, green money bags, black bitches with pink pussies Colorful things, the hunger of kings, it inspires all in the kingdom Y’all even murdered over oil wells and selling cracks in the wrong building This is gangster music, goons and gangbangers with Uzis Pimpin’,Penthouse pussy programmin' their coochies Catch me in the back of the tour bus damaging groupies Rock bitches only rap music they bang at The Fugees I be deadly like coke and speed, heavily smoking weed Uncle Howie screaming, “Rest in peace, ODB.” We south paw, hit you hard with hammers Big Left, Ill rock records, let’s bomb these faggots! Hook X2 Ill Bill, Big Left We supposed to be ferocious, real shit Ill Bill, Big Left Too much flavor I'm major, Bill Verse 2: (Big Left) Give me a bomb-ass chick and i"ll fuckin' dig out her organs Big Left and Ill Bill and I ain’t talking about Baldwin The Bronx and Canarsie, Starsky and Hutch Quick to ride on you fucks without touching the clutch Listen, I’ll run a train on a bitch with no intermission My intuition tells me I need me some intervention Fuck that shit, I’ll drink till my liver pops Smoke a stog, drunk driving hoping I end up on Cops An Italian Charles Bronson, slick with a death wish Forty-four death kiss, like fuck it just let the lead spit A bad motherfucker, white motherfucker Quick to fight motherfuckers, take your life, motherfucker! Live on the block where the pistols pop and the missiles drop Corner store slinging weed out in crops Got the lead out the box, sticking chickens like cops Collaborate Uncle Howie, ‘05 at the top [Chorus x 2] [Uncle Howie talking] Yo, Big Left. This is Uncle Howie and Ill Bill and we’re here to get high, man. Let’s do this
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