All Bark No Bite - Kokane, Tha Alkaholiks

I’ve been knowin' you for a long time, boy

I heard you have been doin' some of that rap stuff

Y’all always, you, you and Tha Alkaholiks is always comin' up in my place

And drinkin' up my shit, and you know, always there

I’ll get.

I'll get.

I'll get your back, Sweet dick

You know, and get me back other times

So wouldn’t you do a song for me?

You know, yeah

Awww, that’s it, on the funk

Uhh, well alright

Uhh, for the … the squares out there

That don’t know what time with the funk

Well, al' wrong, ugh

We’re, welcome to the radio station funk

We’re we are known uhh, to be uhh, people bee’s wax and Uhh.

Get down with their funky souls and take over their life cuz

You know we gotta do that shit West Coast, California

Well, al’wrong, hahaha

Uhh, we got some special players out tonight on this list uhh

They call them uhh.

what’s your name nigga?

West Coast

Bet y’all bark

Bet y’all bark and no bite

I’m just a poor black nigga tryin' to do this

Wake up, wake up and smell the mothafuckin' homeless

No pain no gain, you can call it dope but my name is Kokane

Yo Alkaholiks, pass me the bombay

Cause I got more Hook-ups on Yay' than a Ese

I got a 13 flat well, alright

Cause I gotta slang my funk at 17−5 a ki

Now, what’s up homes

I be rollin' in a bucket full of birds and a mobile phone

Now, you hoes might laugh

But you won’t laugh when I’m rollin' up in a 500 rag

Cause niggas be havin' fly shit from the crack

And you wonder why your motherfuckin' ass got jacked, boy

You shouldn’t talk shit from the start

Cause you got no bite but all bark, boy, yeah

It’s the westcoast soul, representin'

Funky like George Clinton

I’m in the house like a kitchen

Niggas talkin' shit all bark but no bite

Say good night

I challenge weak MCs to a fight

Bad MCs

I spank your head with the ruler from the old schooler

Bust yo' ass like Don Shula

Hardcore, never rock no soft shit

I flow like water from a faucet

Aww shit, here comes the raw shit

Back the fuck up, I fit the track, I sack a funk a dunk up

Rough and rugged like a truck

All bark but all you’re bitin' is my style

I hit the 40 ounce and then I’ll get buckwild

Check, E-Swift is the title

Yeah, I usually rock scratches with the vinyl

Peace from the Alkaholik wino

And I know, I know, I know, I know what you’re thinkin'

This groove is so funky that is stinkin'

My Dress code is simple, Jeans and shit

I can’t get in the club cause my description don’t fit

Those with clothes, that ya' see at fashion shows

So I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows

I’m J-Ro the Human highlight

Like rock the party 'til the twilight

Grab the girl, take her home

Hit the rump and bump the shy lights so

Have no fear, I’m your Number one peer

And you can’t come near, cause who must play the rear?

I see too many niggas get a brain blow out

So now, I’m headed upstream like a rainbow Trout

I refuse to catch the blues in the ghetto

Now, I get paid, to bring kids to life like Gepetto

It’s The Liks, baby, and we ain’t goin' get whack

So when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack

So you can bark if you want to

But I’m comin' in the club with my whole motherfuckin' crew

I’m the man, you know I can’t bust a dandy Rap

So I’m fuckin' in the front like a handicap

E-Swift, 187, Kokane and Ro

With a finger in the air for Daryl Gates before we go

Yeah, that motherfuckin' song is over

But y’all can take your drunk ass

No rappin' little mothafucking ass’s home

Aww no, no, no, you, you ain’t got to go home

But you got to get the hell out here

No, no, no, don’t be touchin' that over there boy

No, just get, just get your ass up outta here

No, no, no, yea I bet ya’ll mama I bet, I bet, I bet ya mama all bark no bite

Ya' ol' cat fish eatin, aww, uhh

One leg havin' old

Stupid old motherfucker

Get ya', just get your ass hole out back here boy

I don’t have enough time for that old shit, boy

(*Music fades as people evacuating off the Night Club*)