Kokane, Tha Alkaholiks, Above the Law - All Bark No Bite lyrics

Look here Kokane
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 geti'll geti'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