Aftermath

Alright players, Alright Gs
Hustlers, pimps, macks, real *************z and all that
The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass
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 ******* and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers
Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane
187Um, my mother******' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers
Stay down to get that ass clown
Km.G, the mother******' undertaker, the ************* breaker
So whores if you didn't know, now you do
So that's just the first clue from a ************* on a mission
You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs
So spray a peace to mothers and get right the ************* out
Awww yeah, what ****less 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 duce one more player in this game
A ************* named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane
A ************* known for breakin' the suckers off
So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation
Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... *************t for that ass
So here it is players, aww yeah, ******* too
The fly *************t for you
So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, *************z
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
Well, alright
Awww, comin' through the mother ******' side door
Checkin' all the *************z, and cluckin' all the whores
Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny
You better ask your ************* if she knows me 'ooooohhhhh'
Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke
I brought a ************* 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, whore
Because to play you is my only wish
Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith
And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass
Bump that ass and straight funk that ass
I guess you mother *******s 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 *************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
Then you're makin' a ********* ****, aww *************t, the whore gigolo flow
Quick so... what's the word?
I've just set a to the whores 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 whores, 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 ************* fiend
Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me
Then they bone me
Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation
I'm kickin' the real *************t, *** ********** the *************'s reputation '************* it'
Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight ************* you
Or told my ************* ***** ********t, .45 to buck you
Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it
Or my ************* Mack ** ****' 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?
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 ****s cause I gotta make a dollar
Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala
I'm jerkin' a local ****** ******* out the do it and sharin' dirt
Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work
Now the pimps, though I *********** **ps my pimp
And on the down low, too many whores'll get a ************* in some trouble
And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion
Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick
[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a mother*******
I got a beap on the sky pager , trick ass *************
Put the trick on timeso 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 mother******* s'
Cause the police quick to put the ************* on the side of the curb
And take a choke of burb G
And lease a ** *********** like showy
But I ain't want them up, I got the **** from the street mother*******s
Aww yeah, The Aftermath
Journey through this Aftermath
Kokane is here
Here goes 'Kane, check this out
Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.
Comin' around the ******' mountain
Wettin' *************z up like a ******' fountain
So don't call me, don' t get attached
Cause some of you *************s' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match
Add the preservatives on official flavors
Bakin' video sope, said I say a ******' savior
Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no
Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show
Who gives the funk ** ***********t like that? you know it's We
Cause G *************t came from the concrete
So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap
No longer will be a white mother******' dictatin' hard as real rap
You're a mother******' hypocrites
Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal *************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, *************, but I'll be back
Funkin' you