Don't Bite the Phunk

(feat. Cold 187Um)
[Intro: Cold 187um]
Yeah whats up Kokane
'whats up player'(cold chillinin this mutha*******a)
Yeah were just go on laid back in the studio, man on this groove
And talk about some mutha*******as, that we dont give a ******* about
(definetly dont give a ******* about, you know what Im saying)
On some fly fly funk *******t, (you know what Im saying)
Some ******* t that *******s bit, 'whats up partner ha ha ha-
Im talkin to you Dre, dont bite my *******t
Dont bite the funk that feeds you
Cause I sure the hell dont need ya'
Ha ha whats up..
Yeah.. now while were in the studio kickin it off
(you know what Im saying)- on the ill tip
You know, I wanna do some old school,
You know, I wanna just kick some *******t of
And show them mutha*******as I mean buisness -(you know what Im saying)
So ah when the clock strikes to six
Ima put them hoes in the mix (hi hi hi hi)
And Ima do it like this for them ,- ( ya know what Im sayin)
[Cold 187um]
Ahh yeah ahh
1-87 chillin in my coup dippin
One thing I cant stand is when fools get the set trippin
Now I was down with the gang truce
Until I found out you was gettin ganked by dr Suit (?)
Now you can get Compton, Long Beach,
South Central, Watts, Carson even Pomona
You can even ran to Timbuktu
But Ima creep to the falls ******* and Ima smoke you
Now Ima take you trough you history book
Uh ah lets take a look
Yeah- when I first came to Ruthless I was livinlike hustler
But see you, you was livin straight like a busta
I used to think you was a true
til I remembered you was in the mutha******* Wreckin Crew
And then I looked at an old album cover
It was you chillin lookin gay as a mutha*******a
I could have took it any kind of way
But see six months later you were NWA
And now its gangsta gangsta pimpsta pimpsta
But to me you was still wimpsta wimpsta
Yeah you dissed Eazy-E but Im confused
Cause youre scared as ******* to diss Ice Cube
Yeah now youre all just smilinand trucin
But remember yo Dre stick to producin
Now you say you aint gettingangked no more
But I know who owns Death Row.. really doe
Yo I got a little piece of paper for someone
And not one line on it reads Andre Young
You try to diss my record deal, but Im still quick
Im on a mission, and Im going for the ******* gift
So next time your in the place
Im hollering 1-8-7 with my glock in your ******* face
Cause real *******s dont go out that quick
So its cool that you bit my *******t- *******
Cause Im a baller by four and plus a Gee
And I like my cronic twist with some VSOP
See broke * ******s cant lie cause it costs ants
Shut the ******* up, youve just straight broke been
Snoop Dog you better get your paper work right
Because if not youll be all bark with no bite
Yo- see we go kinda back see
But see things got ******* up when your flunkie tried to diss me
You need to go and check your puppet gee
Because who the ******* is he, to jump up and diss me
Cause Im a ******* with a gang of thugs
And Ima show the mutha*******a to keep my name out his mouth
Yo- I never got smoked you mutha******* new jack
You * ****** around with me you gonna end up on your back
Yo try to diss me to get respect
But you sounded like a mutha******* bad ?man reject
I give props when props are due
And my props to you is mutha*******a ******* you
Youre just a flunkie for the D-R-E
You punk mutha* ******a you wanne be Gee
And you know I always drop the *******t proper
You can ask your homies or you can ask the doctor
But he dont get no props neither
Ima say it on wax and I can say it when I see ya (fool)
Try to kick it like you got stamina
Wip that ass like Luke did in Atlanta
Oops did you slip, did you trip, did you run
Did he have a gun, did you want some
No I dont think so (wow)
Heres a bone you can choke
Get your ass with the mafia loke
Yeah fool, so what you wanna trow up
Cause youre broke as a mutha*******a
Lookin to a...
But Im the original 1 -87 no one can do it better
So Im out, and peace to my homie Snoop
Yo I hope you get yours before they do you- yeah
And thats realer then a juice of a duce
See some might not like it but yo its the true
[SweatTalk aka Kokane]
Oh woopie do- well alright yall
Yes starlet(?) ah some say it!s like a peanut game
I took your house of it Snoopy- well a wrong
Say Dre, my name its Sweat Talk
Now do you belive in funk after death
Cause I do, so watch this
[Kokane]
Its like dip-dip-a- da we got to make a sack
We can fix your funk when the *******ts on the flat
Pump pump you up, send you on your way
And I dont belive in celebratin Dre day
Its like hearhi-hearhi common common
Kokane is servin suckas at the players ball
If you come ????
You will get blasted
A tisket a tasket we throw your body in the basket
Its a wonderful day in my mutha******* neighborhood
A wonderful day in my goddam neighborhood
Now rollin tip-toe incognito
Ichin to serve a fool when my pump says so (Puhmp Puhmp)
Is another ******* with the biggest glock
And if youre ******* with this **** ***
Youll be spittin out buck shots
So no pain no gain
Bakin soda free and they call me Kokane
Now Ima ******* you up Korrupt
Cause Ima bust trough your hood like ??????
Cause you gets no propers
Now your throwin up the Pound
But Im throwin up the black mafia
Cant stop us what you wanna do
Bring it on Snoop
And your whole *******puppet pound crew
Its the nickel slick ******* from Pomona
Not fake like laceres
But real like tooners
Snoop Dog you ******* ?
Did most of the work with Dre
And still you get your boots knocked
Now I see *******s rich
But you was in the county watching monsters shoes (?) like a *******
Now whos been sleepin in my bed
Eatin my funk, takin **** styles by the chunk
Cause Ima funky to the finish
Cause your funk got a gang of B-12 in it
[Outro: Kokane]
Yeah in case you didnt know
Its Black Mafia Life for life- fool
Above The mutha**** *** Law,
UBU- what you wanna do
Black Hole of Watts
To my homies over there an *******t
And to my funkinmuffin Coconut
We clowns and ....yeah