Kokane - From The Funk To The Back lyrics

[Intro] C'mon baby C'mon let me just take it out and put it back in What you want it from the front the back What you want it in ya mouth ... The rubber sh**s in the car sh** f** that sh** I can't just put it, ahh Work it, sh** With that sh** you need no protection! [Verse 1] [Kokane] Don't trip You just need to shut your f**in' mouth I be rollin' through your city in a cut up gla** house With Kokane on my license plate And your girl might wanna be one of my hoe cakes I'm the green eyed light skinned n***a And you think that T ain't so But get your a** caught up in a twist, n***a Tryna' see if it cool Boom bap click bang Another dead fool I'm hittin switches and I'm riding high So high Like indo mixed with thai [Cold 187um] Who is that Who is that Hittin' you all in the hip [Kokane] Yo, it's them two twin b**hes and they wanna trip Cause see this time is gonna be better than the last time And like Clint Eastwood you hoes better make my, ahh, day And if not it's ok I be steadily on the pedal in my fly O.J I had a ho named Wanda That wanna do it from the back Push up the wrong way And almost broke my sac-a-diliac [Cold 187um] I'm skeezing I'm skeezing [Kokane & Cold 187um] And if you want more get on your knees And open up your mouth and say please Cause I'm a macaroni without the cheese in [Chorus] I like to funk you from the front and the back I like to funk you whether you skinny or fat Tear the roof off the s**er Tear the roof off the s**er Tear the roof off the mother, s**er (x2) Tear the roof off the s**er Tear the roof off the s**er Tear the roof off the motherf**er (x2) {w/ squeaky voice} You must use protection [Verse 2] [Kokane] Here I come, here I come with the fly ugly sh** Cough-cough-cough God damn don't hit it Hears the 411 about Tina And if you were the homie I hope you haven't seen her It's not a rumor it's a fact I used to clap for the ho But I love her cause she clapped back [Cold 187um] Your ex-girlfriend is a ho Yeah, you should have knew it when she let you do it on the kitchen floor, I know [Kokane] Now ain't no b**h promise sh** to me Poppin in the tape Sayin it's our anniversary No it ain't trip And before I do that You gotta go through my hole click And you can be the toss up for the minute But ain't no tellin when you're f**in' with the Pimp Clinic Now it's on and on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn Now I be all in them stiches From ya up-a-ty hoes to ya swap meet b**hes And if you a lady you better be home with your man And if not your probably at the nearest kickin' spot Yeah, lookin for a meal ticket But don't trip too long You get tossed when ya kickin' it And that reala' than my grandma's knowledge Cause most freaky b**hes go to college, uh yeah And I can't get forget the private schools Cause I love it when they make it in them cute little shoes [Chorus] [Outro] It's the return of the nasty man, a ha You must funk 'em, you must Funky you completely What you do man What you do man You better tell em' what you do boy I said what you do man You must use protection A ha What you do man You better tell em' what you do You must use protection We are protectified, copy The end? In the motherf**ing case, ho Like I said It's the return of the nasty man, dig And if you see what we see You must see everything Indoubatly funky Skinny or fat I like fat women too ho More rubber for ya brother More bounce and thats were it counts If you dig what am saying, ho I dig it from the front and the back too Oww, some say we gotta use protection, ho You must use protection You must use protection