Aftermath Lyrics
| Song | Aftermath |
| Artist | Kokane |
| Album | Funk Upon a Rhyme |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Alright players, Alright Gs | |
| Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that | |
| 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 bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers | |
| Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane | |
| 187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers | |
| Stay down to get that ass clown | |
| Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker | |
| So whores if you didn't know, now you do | |
| So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission | |
| You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs | |
| So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out | |
| Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane | |
| 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 nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane | |
| A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off | |
| So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation | |
| Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass | |
| So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too | |
| The fly shit for you | |
| So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz | |
| 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 motherfuckin' side door | |
| Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores | |
| Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny | |
| You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\" | |
| Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke | |
| I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke | |
| 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 motherfuckers 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 niggaz in the Penthouse, see | |
| 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 nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow | |
| 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 pussy fiend | |
| 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 shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\" | |
| Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you | |
| Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you | |
| Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it | |
| Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic | |
| 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 dopes cause I gotta make a dollar | |
| Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala | |
| I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt | |
| Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work | |
| Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp | |
| And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble | |
| 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 motherfucker | |
| I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch | |
| 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 motherfuckers\" | |
| Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb | |
| And take a choke of burb G | |
| And lease a nigga like showy | |
| But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers | |
| 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 fuckin' mountain | |
| Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain | |
| So don't call me, don't get attached | |
| Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match | |
| Add the preservatives on official flavors | |
| Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior | |
| 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 shit like that? you know it's We | |
| Cause G shit came from the concrete | |
| So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap | |
| No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap | |
| You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites | |
| Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit | |
| 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, nigga, but I'll be back | |
| Funkin' you |
| Alright players, Alright Gs | |
| Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that | |
| 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 bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers | |
| Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane | |
| 187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers | |
| Stay down to get that ass clown | |
| Km. G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker | |
| So whores if you didn' t know, now you do | |
| So that' s just the first clue from a nigga on a mission | |
| You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs | |
| So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out | |
| Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane | |
| 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 nigga named Shank, A. K. A. the Kane | |
| A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off | |
| So y' all believin' in the Theory of Elevation | |
| Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass | |
| So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too | |
| The fly shit for you | |
| So tune in ' til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz | |
| 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 motherfuckin' side door | |
| Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores | |
| Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny | |
| You better ask your bitch if she knows me " ooooohhhhh" | |
| Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke | |
| I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke | |
| 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 motherfuckers get the clue " what up? " | |
| Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to " yeah" | |
| I maybe in your Coupe, or Jeep or your Wagon | |
| I maybe makin' dollars but I' m not braggin' | |
| I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see | |
| 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 nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow | |
| 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 pussy fiend | |
| 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 shit, fuck the nigga' s reputation " fuck it" | |
| Go out to through dome, what up?, I' ll straight fuck you | |
| Or told my nigga shit, . 45 to buck you | |
| Or I' m a trip and bring chaos at it | |
| Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Reup to Pimp Clinic | |
| 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 175 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 dopes cause I gotta make a dollar | |
| Finna drop the top of my RagTopTrey Impala | |
| I' m jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt | |
| Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work | |
| Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp | |
| And on the down low, too many whores' ll get a nigga in some trouble | |
| And so I' m... bumped the three wheel motion | |
| Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick | |
| EazyE: And get higher than a motherfucker | |
| I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch | |
| 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 motherfuckers" | |
| Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb | |
| And take a choke of burb G | |
| And lease a nigga like showy | |
| But I ain' t want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers | |
| 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 fuckin' mountain | |
| Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain | |
| So don' t call me, don' t get attached | |
| Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match | |
| Add the preservatives on official flavors | |
| Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior | |
| 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 shit like that? you know it' s We | |
| Cause G shit came from the concrete | |
| So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap | |
| No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap | |
| You' re a motherfuckin' hypocrites | |
| Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit | |
| To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that' s NE we flowwww | |
| My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball | |
| So Bon Voyage I gots the stack | |
| And I' m out swords, nigga, but I' ll be back | |
| Funkin' you |
| Alright players, Alright Gs | |
| Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that | |
| 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 bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers | |
| Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane | |
| 187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers | |
| Stay down to get that ass clown | |
| Km. G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker | |
| So whores if you didn' t know, now you do | |
| So that' s just the first clue from a nigga on a mission | |
| You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs | |
| So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out | |
| Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane | |
| 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 nigga named Shank, A. K. A. the Kane | |
| A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off | |
| So y' all believin' in the Theory of Elevation | |
| Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass | |
| So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too | |
| The fly shit for you | |
| So tune in ' til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz | |
| 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 motherfuckin' side door | |
| Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores | |
| Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny | |
| You better ask your bitch if she knows me " ooooohhhhh" | |
| Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke | |
| I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke | |
| 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 motherfuckers 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 niggaz in the Penthouse, see | |
| 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 nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow | |
| 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 pussy fiend | |
| 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 shit, fuck the nigga' s reputation " fuck it" | |
| Go out to through dome, what up?, I' ll straight fuck you | |
| Or told my nigga shit, . 45 to buck you | |
| Or I' m a trip and bring chaos at it | |
| Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Reup to Pimp Clinic | |
| 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 175 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 dopes cause I gotta make a dollar | |
| Finna drop the top of my RagTopTrey Impala | |
| I' m jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt | |
| Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work | |
| Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp | |
| And on the down low, too many whores' ll get a nigga in some trouble | |
| And so I' m... bumped the three wheel motion | |
| Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick | |
| EazyE: And get higher than a motherfucker | |
| I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch | |
| 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 motherfuckers" | |
| Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb | |
| And take a choke of burb G | |
| And lease a nigga like showy | |
| But I ain' t want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers | |
| 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 fuckin' mountain | |
| Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain | |
| So don' t call me, don' t get attached | |
| Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match | |
| Add the preservatives on official flavors | |
| Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior | |
| 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 shit like that? you know it' s We | |
| Cause G shit came from the concrete | |
| So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap | |
| No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap | |
| You' re a motherfuckin' hypocrites | |
| Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit | |
| To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that' s NE we flowwww | |
| My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball | |
| So Bon Voyage I gots the stack | |
| And I' m out swords, nigga, but I' ll be back | |
| Funkin' you |
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