(feat. WC & Kokane)

[Ice Cube:]

$#&@ a ghostwriter, sittin' in the back
Of the studio tryin' to write a ^!$$% rap
It's the muppet show, most ^!$$%z need A&R

To tell 'em how to $#&@ a hoe
Ice Cube, true emcee
Write everything I say, even back in the day

I'm a spit it how I feel it, $#&@ a gimmick
You can keep your catchy lines, I'm bout to write a rhyme
If you got a backpack tryin' to act black

Think you know the culture? You's a $#&@in' vulture
You never approached a mic
You're dressed like a !@() sayin' what ya don't like

Who deserve 5 Mics, who deserve 2
But the ^!$$% with 2 still can serve you
This West Coast flow is different than the East

But it ain't no different in the street

[Chorus: Kokane]

I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt might make you choke

(I'm spittin' pollaseeds) I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these ^!$$%z is salty they'll make you choke

Oh oh, you ^!$$%z got me $#&@ed up

[Ice Cube:]

I'm spittin' pollaseeds on the porch with the torch
In case these ^!$$%z come around to see the Porsche
When I brandish, mother$#&@ers vanish

They don't understand like a ^!$$% speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here (*slap*) now yo' $$# feelin' tingley

Now you're doin' %#@! like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by the mother$#&@in' stingray
Jumpin' over ^!$$%z, y'all better king me

Put your rap careers up on eBay
Crazy Toones is the mother$#&@in' DJ
Baby drop to your knees, he deserves a BJ

I got a big brother nicknamed CJ
When you see him in the hood take it easy
If you a breezy, take him to the heezy

Do him like Halle Berry did Michael Ealy

[Chorus: Kokane]

I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt might make you choke

I'm spittin' pollaseeds (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)
I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Because these ^!$$%z is salty they'll make you choke

Oh oh (I'm spittin' pollaseeds)

[W.C.:]

Quick to twist ya, hit ya, it's the chipper
Pistol gripper, skip-skipper runnin' up in your rearview mirror
Ready to bust with my bandana, bumpin' oldies

Cube throw me the lob like Odom to Kobe
So I could bust a Crip Walk on these ^!$$%z
Yellow tape off these ^!$$%z, $#&@ all these salty ^!$$%z

They can't hold our %#@!
Gangsta rap ain't dead, mother$#&@ers just stole our %#@!
All you ^!$$%z owe us alimony

All you did was switch your name and ate our style up like ravioli
On your club raps I'm pissin', talk %#@! I'll knock your Comodi glasses
Off your face under the transmission, ^!$$%

From the Westside $#&@in' up the program
With the surplus hanky hangin' out the Brougham
Dub Sizzla, dippin' on them 'draulics and D's

Spittin' shells at you ^!$$%z like pollaseeds

[Chorus: Kokane]

I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one 'cause I don't wanna be greedy
Cause the salt might make you choke
I'm spittin' pollaseeds
I crack 'em one by one, 'cause I don't wanna be greedy

Because these ^!$$%z is salty they'll make you choke, oh oh