Don’t Bite The Phunk - Kokane

Feat cold 187'um
Yeah what's up kokane
What's up player
Cold chillin'in this muthaf**ka
Yeah we're just go on laid back in the studio man on this groove
And talk about some muthaf**kas that we don't give a f**k about
Definetly don't give a f**k about you know what I'm saying
On some fly fly funk s**t
You know what I'm saying
Some s**t that n***as bit what's up partner ha ha ha
I'm talkin to you dre don't bite my s**t
Don't bite the funk that feeds you
Cause I sure the hell don't need ya
Ha ha what's up
Yeah
Now while we're in the studio kickin' it off
You know what I'm saying
On the ill tip
You know I wanna do some old school
You know I wanna just kick some s**t of
And show them muthaf**kas I mean buisness
You know what I'm saying
So ah when the clock strikes to six
I'ma put them h*es in the mix
Hi hi hi hi
And I'ma do it like this for them
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Ahh yeah ahh
1 87 chillin' in my coup dippin'
One thing I can't 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 I'ma creep to the falls b***h and I'ma smoke you
Now I'ma take you trough you history book
Uh ah let's take a look
Yeah when I first came to ruthless I was livin'like 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 muthaf**kin' wreckin crew
And then I looked at an old album cover
It was you chillin' lookin' gay as a muthaf**ka
I could have took it any kind of way
But see six months later you were nwa
And now it's gangsta gangsta pimpsta pimpsta
But to me you was still wimpsta wimpsta
Yeah you dissed eazy e but I'm confused
Cause you're scared as f**k to diss ice cube
Yeah now you're all just smilin'and trucin'
But remember yo dre stick to producin'
Now you say you ain't gettin'gangked 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 I'm still quick
I'm on a mission and I'm going for the f**kin' gift
So next time your in the place
I'm hollering 1 8 7 with my glock in your f**kin' face
Cause real n***as don't go out that quick
So it's cool that you bit my s**t b***h
Cause I'm a baller by four and plus a gee
And I like my cronic twist with some vsop
See broke n***as can't lie cause it costs ants
Shut the f**k up you've just straight broke been
Snoop dog you better get your paper work right
Because if not you'll be all bark with no bite
Yo see we go kinda back see
But see things got f**ked up when your flunkie tried to diss me
You need to go and check your puppet gee
Because who the f**k is he to jump up and diss me
Cause I'm a n***a with a gang of thugs
And I'ma show the muthaf**ka to keep my name out his mouth
Yo I never got smoked you muthaf**king new jack
You f**kin' around with me you gonna end up on your back
Yo try to diss me to get respect
But you sounded like a muthaf**kin bad