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kokane – aftermath كلمات اغاني

[intro: dirty red]
alright players, alright gs
hustlers, pimps, macks, real n-gg-z and all that
the time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that -ss
ha ha, yeah, comin’ at you from the under world, the aftermath!
a group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction
so all you b-tches and wh-r-s beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers
give too meanin’ into the words is totally insane
187um, my motherf-ckin’ murderous homicidal skills for you suckers
stay down to get that -ss clown
km.g, the motherf-ckin’ undertaker, the b-tch breaker
so wh-r-s if you didn’t know, now you do
so that’s just the first clue from a n-gg- on a mission
you see, chronic is way of life, gs
so spray a peace to mothers and get right the f-ck out
awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named kokane
influential in amount, believin’ in a certain theory
that all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect
you see, it’s all about makin’ yours in this life time
so if that said, i would like to introduce one more player in this game
a n-gg- named shank, a.k.a. the kane
a n-gg- known for breakin’ the suckers off
so y’all believin’ in the theory of elevation
reason bein, i got the fly… fly… sh-t for that -ss
so here it is players, aww yeah, b-tches too
the fly sh-t for you
so tune in ’til it get faded with the aftermath, n-gg-z

[hook: cold 187um & km.g x2]
funk them up
funk them up, funk them up, from the westcoast
funk them up, funk them up, funk them up

funk them up, funk them up, from the eastcoast
funk them up, funk them up, funk them up

[kokane:] well, alright

[verse 1: cold 187um]
awww, comin’ through the motherf-ckin’ side door
checkin’ all the n-gg-z, and cluckin’ all the wh-r-s
before you jump up, and get rowdy like the yawny
you better ask your b-tch if she knows me “ooooohhhhh”
cause i got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of c-ke
i brought a b-tch some bamby, some papers, so i can smoke
so you can call them when you want to, baby
yah, right, because i’ve just told you homie the same two nights ago
or should i say four scores ago
so bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, wh-r-
because to play you is my only wish
yo, so p-ss me the skin so i can rush it like emmitt smith
and then i have to come boil that -ss, toil that -ss
b-mp that -ss and straight funk that -ss
i guess you motherf-ckers get the clue “what up? ”
soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to “yeah”
i maybe in your coupé, or jeep or your wagon
i maybe makin’ dollars but i’m not braggin’
i give my props to my n-gg-z in the penthouse, see
for tryin’ to come up gettin’ caught up in the system g
it’s like a game, never fit to win
so i’ll see you when you get out if not when i get in “well, alright”
cause i’m not the rodney king part two
so i’m a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah

[verse 2: km.g]
then you’re makin’ a n-gg-, aww sh-t, the wh-r- gigolo flow
quick so… what’s the word?
i’ve just set a verse to the wh-r-s with the deuce on the corner
the green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters
the true black macadamian in funk pole
hit the wh-r-s, get quick to fade al capone
let me take my hair off
and peep my mc donalds, six magazines freak
all the nymphos i’m a p-ssy fiend
ooh, mister mister, twister twister is what they call me
then they bone me
wh-r-s on my diznick, i’m livin’ a revelation
i’m kickin’ the real sh-t, f-ck the n-gg-‘s reputation “f-ck it”
go out to through dome, what up?, i’ll straight f-ck you
or told my n-gg- sh-t, .45 to buck you
or i’m a trip and bring chaos at it
or my n-gg- mack f-ckin’ re-up to pimp clinic
so, i’m a ask you a question “what up loc’? ”
do you wanna die for me? “yeah”
or do you wanna die for my kokane at 17-5 a key?

[verse 3: dirty red]
awww yeah, i said leanin’ on my toners when i’m bailin’
through the crooked streets deep in cali’ where i’m dwellin’
sellin’ mobile dopes cause i gotta make a dollar
finna drop the top of my rag-top-trey impala
i’m jerkin’ a local n-gg- out the do it and sharin’ dirt
got two wh-r-s on the corner and they finna put in work
now the pimps, though i ships my pimp
and on the down low, too many wh-r-s’ll get a n-gg- in some trouble
and so i’m… b-mped the three wheel motion
hit the corner quick, fiendin’ like the chronic stick
[eazy-e:] and get higher than a motherf-cker
i got a beap on the sky pager, trick -ss b-tch
put the trick on time so it’s off to the next day
yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call
creepin’ down crenshaw, watchin’ out for the law “yeah, the motherf-ckers”
cause the police quick to put the n-gg- on the side of the curb
and take a choke of burb g
and lease a n-gg- like showy
but i ain’t want them up, i got the dope from the street motherf-ckers

[hook: cold 187um]
aww yeah, the aftermath
journey through this aftermath
kokane is here
here goes ‘kane, check this out

[verse 4: kokane]
now i’m comin’ around… comin’ around.
comin’ around the f-ckin’ mountain
wettin’ n-gg-z up like a f-ckin’ fountain
so don’t call me, don’t get attached
cause some of you n-gg-s’ -ss more faker than wrazzaler match
add the preservatives on official flavors
bakin’ video sope, said i say a f-ckin’ savior
give your r&b, house music, i’ll say h-ll no
beatin’ donnie simpson where i be funkin’ on the show
who gives the funk sh-t like that? you know it’s we
cause g sh-t came from the concrete
so take a seat in the back jack, known i gots to strap
no longer will be a white motherf-ckin’ dictatin’ hard as real rap
you’re a motherf-ckin’ hypocrites
bring your -ss as used to promote that every metal sh-t
to the k to the o to the k to the a, to that’s n-e we flowwww
my name is kokane, never askin’ the reason i ball
so bon voyage i gots the stack
and i’m out swords, n-gg-, but i’ll be back
funkin’ you

- kokane

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