I Pledge Alligence

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Kokane, also known as Jerry B. Long, Jr. (born 1969), is a rapper from Pomona, California best known for his co-appearances on Dr. Dre's album 2001 and the work on G-funk album Funk Upon A Rhyme and his backup work with Snoop Dogg in Tha Last Meal album, who signed him to Dogghouse Records, bringing a renewed sense of promise to Kokane's long-running career. He is the son of Motown composer "Jerry Long, Sr.". He started his career at Eazy-E's Ruthless Records, co-writing songs for N.W.A and Above the Law. He released his first solo album under the name "Who Am I?". He signed with Koch Records, forming a new group, The Hood Mob, led by him, joined by Cricet and Contraband. They released an album on July 3, 2006. more »

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Step inta the party as I bust a ho 
I'll lean up on the wall until I'm ready to go 
I'm sippin on some juice with a twist of Mo 
Comfortable, smokin' some dope 
The bitch that I'm wit is so flexible 
From Mexico, man I like this ho 
The homey little Tony told me a long time ago 
"Hey Dogg sit there and smoke and grind the ho" 
But you know me I don't dance too much 
Unless that shit OD like the party's at the Hutch 
What? what? remember double dutch 
Ow, the bubble butch 
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's 
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats 
I came to the party dog by myself 
Twenty out a twenty-one I'll leave wit somebody else 
It's somethin about the way I rock a fuckin mic 
Big Snoop Dogg what that Crip like 
My nigga Fred Wreck with a G in the seat (ya know) 
To make it complete (uh huh), cookin the beat (woo) 
Takin' it back down Parliament Street 
Look at this shit so funky, funky, coka, loca, ropa, dopa 
Hit 'em with a smoka, pick a place to dope up 
 
I pledge allegiance to the House for which it stands 
We got some ghetto ass niggaz, makin ghetto jams 
OH what I'm feelin is that in my Cali ways 
So roll some dope, (oww) and go ahead and blaze 

God damn Loc here we go again 
Steppin in this bitch to show these niggaz how I did 
Dogghouse done brought out this gangsta shit 
And point blank, can't nobody fade my clip 
Don't even thank the trick 
You know what we ain't inta hatin 
But anythin you tryin' to brang we ain't inta takin 
Can't you tell these outfits cost a fortune 
Security stay alert to use enforcement 
Ass cheeks pass me, I grabbed 'em hips 
Dancin through the crowd to a badder bitch 
The gas was quick, but not for mack I spit 
I stopped at Iceland and got this platinum dick 
You can't attract a bitch, my game accurate 
You wanna laugh and trip, I'm out to crack the whip 
I ho that's fast and thick, and ain't gonna ask me shit 
Get a blasted lip, and she attacked the dick 
Yeah bitch 

We gon' bust and we gon' rip ride 
Walk on to, to the other side 
The most ignorant ass niggaz in the game 
Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Big Snoop and Kokane 
I'm come all night pickin up these freaks 
Fuckin hoes make these bitch niggaz buckle 
Dogghouse we unstoppable 
Uh, don't worry bout it, Crips control the mic

I pledge allegiance to the House for which it stands 
We got some ghetto ass niggaz, makin ghetto jams 
OH what I'm feelin is that in my Cali ways 
So roll some dope, (oww) and go ahead and blaze 

I stepped in the party wit some blue and white Stacy's 
Right side Kacey, left side Tracy 
I'm feelin' like the shit, as I slide through grinnin 
Dogghouse nigga don't you know we winnin 
Left side gangsta, right side busta 
Say the wrong thang and get shot motherfucker 
When snitches get popped, the hood gettin' hot 
Ain't no cops around town, they afraid of gettin shot 
Keep it on the low low, f*ck that gang bang 
Slang 'caine, anythang for my paper mayn 
It's easy to see (what) that I'm a motherfuckin ghetto ass G, can't f*ck wit me 
Do it do it, loco 'til your casket drop 
I'm a do it cause the Crip pop don't stop 
You think you can see me, I know you motherfuckers wanna be me 
Light it up, blaze it up, ain't no need for chokin 
If I had anotha blunt wrap I'd be smokin 
Locin waitin on Wreck to get back 
When he get back perhaps I'm blazin up a sack 
So relax, that's snaps ain't right, it's all good 
I got your back next time you dippin through the hood 
Just make sure what you got insured is fine 
You already know I got my money on my mind, nigga

Fuckin wit these niggaz ain't the way to go 
Comin from the Eastside we so rep the boss 
Checkin for your bitches, now we're fuckin ya ho 
Dogghouse fo sho, we untouchable 
Niggaz who ain't wit it, betta duck and roll 
Bitches know we comin and they lose control 
Stepped up in the party and they rushed the door 
Dogghouse fo sho, we untouchable

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