Name: THE OKEY DOKE (let the pistol smoke)
Channel: LYRICS: KOJACK the DON BEAT: KOJACK DA DON
Description: "THE OKEY DOKE (let the pistol smoke)" is a song by Kojack The Don. I won't fall for the Okey Doke, there is just too much paper out there for that. I got to get mine or get murdered try'n.

THE OKEY DOKE (let the pistol smoke)

Kojack The Don

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I won't fall for the Okey Doke, there is just too much paper out there for that. I got to get mine or get murdered try'n.

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Kojack The Don

DRUNK HOP,SLAVES TO THE RYTHYM, ACID HOP MADE BY ME, KOJACK THE DON AND THE PLANTATION POWERSTATION IN DA METRO SOUTH CAROLINA

Kojack The Don Born: Out of my mama's pu-sy in South Carlina Hobbies: Drankin and Swirve'n Music Style: Drunk Hop and bad hook singing Background: Getting Drunk and Making Music for over 15 years Where: The Metro Souf Kack

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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General

Charts

#931 today

#509 in subgenre

Author

LYRICS: KOJACK the DON BEAT: KOJACK DA DON

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MAILED CERTIFIED COPYRIGHT

Uploaded

April 19, 2005

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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Story behind the song

I just got tired of all these down south cars and clothes, iced out rappers. So, i just wanted to show the world that there still is some raw a-s mc's coming out the south

Lyrics

i won't fall for the okey doke 
boy i'de rather let the pistol smoke 
as i, inhale, exhale, 
and make sho that i get my doe 
see it's about time that i ride the rode 
i gotta get mine or you gots to get 
see this is crunch time so it's lock and load 
so break bread wit all my forks 
broad river rd baby..... 
  that part of town in the met where they smack
you down/ for coming short wit they bread/ where 
the brrraat ull sound/ i mean off wit they head/ feet firm on the ground/ or gettin chased by the fed's heat blasting  round/ see you can find me at the red dot gettin some crown/ if my money right still/ i ain't buy'n no rounds 
we got them short as fuses/ cars old schoolers 
cadillac to hooopties/ monte carlos to buicks
and if the roof fall/ the thumbtack the interior/
quad gotta knock so the whole blocks hear'n ya 
use ta be the rock but that white girl be steerin ya/ cause maryjane's just a gateway to start the hysteria/ your hearing a war time concierge/ cause if the streets had beef/ um the one thats there/ i tried to get a job but they said cut ya hair/ so i said fu-k you and left the name tag there/ um not a role model like barkley jordan or tiger/ um more like guile (golly) a camo rockin street fighter/ usta hand to hand combat/look at you now what you doin/ these kids be launchin fire balls scream'n( are you kit)/ we'll damage all ameteurs my beats jet fuel for these/ sucka 
a-s nigga thinkin they can let loose on me/ you steppin to the don/ the king of seclution/ try'na 
do the right thing but this money keep me movin/ 
so i drop kick coke a cola flows wit no hope/ deep in the metro, cacks city of dope/so if you cross the river some drown some stay a float/ 
better watch these nig-a's from the river/ cause they'll slit yo thoat  bit-hes!!!!!!!!!

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