Drama

(kokane)

Ah yeah...

(spice 1)

Murder is a part of the game and the jealous got me strapped

Crunch nappy sack, sick homies who got my back

Dead bodies, handcuffs, and house rage

Two and the one up on that dope track, sportin gangsta brains

Me and my homies feelin bail up in the hooptie

With the fifth degree in martin, the car ain't startin

Some haters rolled up fo' deeper than the chevy

Wavin techs up in the air like machine-gun kelly

I tell all my partners to bail up out the bucket

One raised the clout and the other gettin ducked quick

Enough, been rough so i begin to bust, straight dome shots

Droppin got them shakin like they cop lockin

Ski skirt clout smokin down the street

With his player partner beatin up at these niggas up in the other seat

I check myself see if i'm shot, but they don't hit me

Shoppers singin like whitney they wanna fit me

With a full metal jacket, but they don't get me

Not one bullet touch my body, not even nick me

We rushed my homie to the nearest carsa hospital

But it's too late he all felt stiff like a pop sickle (damn!)

(chorus w/variations: kokane)

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop tryin to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

I don't give a fuck about you

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)

We shipped this spot for homicide, heat emergency

Feelin go perform my own open heart surgery

Because my partner shouldn't died like that

We gotta show my homie love and get them busters back

So we mobb through the ghetto lookin for revenge

But we can't find a soul, fools talkin bout us gettin cold

Behold a chevy with gold deeds

Could these be the headers who made my hooptie look like swiss cheese

Fools musta turned the lights off and let's get closer

Don't let em see you pull your mask down, pull out the dullja's

With tales from the creepin on the hush feelin leave fo' suckers in a dutch

The midnight drama don't stop so if you get some dirt

They'll dig you in the clear, cause player, you'll be outta here

We ain't no suckers, we doin it like john gottie

We left them fools in the parkin lot with open bodies

(chorus w/variations: kokane)

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop tryin to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

I don't give a fuck about you

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

(spice 1)

We built up out the scene with out a clue

People call the police but that's all they can do

We hit the freeway in a bucket, feelin no remorse

We regulatin in the ghetto with deadly force

And ain't nobody tellin nothin about the decease

Cause if you snitch your family count will get decrease

Up in the game them things gonna be poppin ya, 187 in the style of the mafia

This ain't no business for busters, trick ass haters

Try their pager, jealous cause you livin major

Hit me on my pager, sharp as a razor

And suckers who don't feel me, get the red laser

And sicker than a hangover, fools try to slang boulders

But get snatched out their range rovers

(chorus w/variations: kokane)

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop tryin to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

I don't give a fuck about you

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

Now i don't give a fuck about you

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop tryin to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

Now i don't give a fuck about you

As long as the pigs don't go step on my shoes

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!

Situations gotta stick, drama, i don't give a fuck about you, yeah

Situations gotta stick, i got my own cop tryin to test me

Got me caught up in this drama, yeah!