Kokane - All Bark No Bite lyrics

(*Sound of Billiards' balls and a cue stick striking left and right*) [Opening Skit: KM.G as a Night Club chairman] 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 sh**, and you know, always there I'll get..I'll get..I'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 [Song's Intro: Kokane] 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 sh** 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 n***a? [Km.G] West Coast [Hook: Kokane] (x4) Bet y'all bark Bet y'all bark and no bite [Verse 1: Kokane] I'm just a poor black n***a tryin' to do this Wake up, wake up and smell the mothaf**in' homeless No pain no gain, you can call it dope but my name is Kokane Yo Alkaholiks, pa** 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 n***as be havin' fly sh** from the crack And you wonder why your motherf**in' a** got jacked, boy You shouldn't talk sh** from the start Cause you got no bite but all bark, boy, yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] [E-Swift] It's the westcoast soul, representin' Funky like George Clinton I'm in the house like a kitchen n***as talkin' sh** 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' a** like Don Shula Hardcore, never rock no soft sh** I flow like water from a faucet Aww sh**, here comes the raw sh** Back the f** 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' [J-Ro] This groove is so funky that is stinkin' My Dress code is simple, Jeans and sh** 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 n***as 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 motherf**in' crew I'm the man, you know I can't bust a dandy Rap So I'm f**in' in the front like a handicap E-Swift, 187, Kokane and Ro With a finger in the air for Daryl Gates before we go [Outro: Cold 187um as a Night Club Security Keeper] Yeah, that motherf**in' song is over But y'all can take your drunk a** No rappin' little mothaf**ing a**'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 a** 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 motherf**er Get ya', just get your a** hole out back here boy I don't have enough time for that old sh**, boy (*Music fades as people evacuating off the Night Club*)