Aftermath

Alright players, Alright Gs Hustlers, pimps, macks, real mother****ers and all tha 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 niggas and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the buckler Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane 187Um, my mother****ing murderous homicidal skills for you sucker Stay down to get that ass clown Km.G, the mother****ing undertaker, the cocksucker breake So whores if you didn't know, now you do So that's just the first clue from a mother****er on a missio You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs So spray a peace to mothers and get right the **** ou Awww yeah, what ****less comes to a man named Kokan 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 mother****er named Shank, A.K.A. the Kan A mother****er known for breakin' the suckers of So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation Reason being, I got the fly... fly... mother****ing for that as So here it is players, aww yeah, mother****ers to The fly mother****ing for yo So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, nigga 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****ing side doo Checkin' all the mother****ers, and cluckin' all the whore Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny You better ask your mother****er if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\ Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke I brought a mother****er some Bamby, some papers, so I can smok 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****ers 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 mother****ers in the Penthouse, se 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 mother****er, aww **** it, the whore gigolo flo 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 mother****ing fien 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 mother****ing, **** the mother****er's reputation \"**** it\ Go out through dome, what up?, I'll straight mother****er yo Or told my mother****er mother****ing, .45 to buck yo Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it Or my mother****er Mack mother****ing Re-up to Pimp Clini 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 dolla Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala I'm jerkin' a local mother****er out the do it and sharin' dir Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work Now the pimps, though I mother****erps my pim And on the down low, too many whores'll get a mother****er in some troubl 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****e I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass mother****er 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 mother****ers\ Cause the police quick to put the mother****ers on the side of the cur And take a choke of burb G And lease a mother****er like show But I ain't want them up, I got the shit from the street mother****er 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 ****ing mountai Wettin' mother****ers up like a ****ing fountai So don't call me, don't get attached Cause some of you mother****ers' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Matc Add the preservatives on official flavors Bakin' video sope, said I say a ****ing savio 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 mother****er like that? you know it's W Cause G mother****er came from the concret So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap No longer will be a white mother****ing dictatin' hard as real ra You're a mother****ing hypocrite Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal mother****e 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, mother****ers, but I'll be bac Funkin' you