Don't Bite the Phunk Lyrics
| Song | Don't Bite the Phunk |
| Artist | Kokane |
| Album | Funk Upon a Rhyme |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
| (feat. Cold 187'Um) | |
| [Intro: Cold 187'um] | |
| Yeah what's up Kokane | |
| "what's up player"(cold chillin'in this muthafucka) | |
| Yeah we're just go on laid back in the studio, man on this groove | |
| And talk about some muthafuckas, that we don't give a fuck about | |
| (definetly don't give a fuck about, you know what I'm saying) | |
| On some fly fly funk shit, (you know what I'm saying) | |
| Some shit that niggas bit, "what's up partner ha ha ha- | |
| I'm talkin to you Dre, don't bite my shit | |
| 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 shit of | |
| And show them muthafuckas I mean buisness -(you know what I'm saying) | |
| So ah when the clock strikes to six | |
| I'ma put them hoes in the mix (hi hi hi hi) | |
| And I'ma do it like this for them ,-( ya know what I'm sayin') | |
| [Cold 187'um] | |
| 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 bitch 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 muthafuckin' Wreckin Crew | |
| And then I looked at an old album cover | |
| It was you chillin' lookin' gay as a muthafucka | |
| 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 fuck 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 fuckin' gift | |
| So next time your in the place | |
| I'm hollering 1-8-7 with my glock in your fuckin' face | |
| Cause real niggas don't go out that quick | |
| So it's cool that you bit my shit- bitch | |
| Cause I'm a baller by four and plus a Gee | |
| And I like my cronic twist with some VSOP | |
| See broke niggas can't lie cause it costs ants | |
| Shut the fuck 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 fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me | |
| You need to go and check your puppet gee | |
| Because who the fuck is he, to jump up and diss me | |
| Cause I'm a nigga with a gang of thugs | |
| And I'ma show the muthafucka to keep my name out his mouth | |
| Yo- I never got smoked you muthafucking new jack | |
| You fuckin' around with me you gonna end up on your back | |
| Yo try to diss me to get respect | |
| But you sounded like a muthafuckin bad ?man reject | |
| I give props when props are due | |
| And my props to you is muthafucka fuck you | |
| You're just a flunkie for the D-R-E | |
| You punk muthafucka you wanne be Gee | |
| And you know I always drop the shit proper | |
| You can ask your homies or you can ask the doctor | |
| But he don't get no props neither | |
| I'ma say it on wax and I can say it when I see ya (fool) | |
| Try to kick it like you got stamina | |
| Wip that ass like Luke did in Atlanta | |
| Oops did you slip, did you trip, did you run | |
| Did he have a gun, did you want some | |
| No I don't think so (wow) | |
| Here's a bone you can choke | |
| Get your ass with the mafia loke | |
| Yeah fool, so what you wanna trow up | |
| Cause you're broke as a muthafucka | |
| Lookin to a... | |
| But I'm the original 1-87 no one can do it better | |
| So I'm out, and peace to my homie Snoop | |
| Yo I hope you get yours before they do you- yeah | |
| And that's realer then a juice of a duce | |
| See some might not like it but yo it's the true | |
| [SweatTalk aka Kokane] | |
| Oh woopie do- well alright y'all | |
| Yes starlet(?) ah some say it!s like a peanut game | |
| I took your house of it Snoopy- well a wrong | |
| Say Dre, my name it's Sweat Talk | |
| Now do you belive in funk after death | |
| Cause I do, so watch this | |
| [Kokane] | |
| It's like dip-dip-a- da we got to make a sack | |
| We can fix your funk when the shits on the flat | |
| Pump pump you up, send you on your way | |
| And I don't belive in celebratin' Dre day | |
| It's like hearhi-hearhi common common | |
| Kokane is servin suckas at the players ball | |
| If you come ???? | |
| You will get blasted | |
| A tisket a tasket we throw your body in the basket | |
| It's a wonderful day in my muthafuckin neighborhood | |
| A wonderful day in my goddam neighborhood | |
| Now rollin' tip-toe incognito | |
| Ichin' to serve a fool when my pump says so (Puhmp Puhmp) | |
| Is another nigga with the biggest glock | |
| And if you're fuckin with this nigga | |
| You'll be spittin' out buck shots | |
| So no pain no gain | |
| Bakin soda free and they call me Kokane | |
| Now I'ma fuck you up Korrupt | |
| Cause I'ma bust trough your hood like ?????? | |
| Cause you gets no propers | |
| Now your throwin' up the Pound | |
| But I'm throwin' up the black mafia | |
| Can't stop us what you wanna do | |
| Bring it on Snoop | |
| And your whole fuckin'puppet pound crew | |
| It's the nickel slick nigga from Pomona | |
| Not fake like laceres | |
| But real like tooners | |
| Snoop Dog you fuckin ? | |
| Did most of the work with Dre | |
| And still you get your boots knocked | |
| Now I see nigga's rich | |
| But you was in the county watching monsters shoes (?) like a bitch | |
| Now who's been sleepin' in my bed | |
| Eatin' my funk, takin dope styles by the chunk | |
| Cause I'ma funky to the finish | |
| Cause your funk got a gang of B-12 in it | |
| [Outro: Kokane] | |
| Yeah in case you didn't know | |
| It's Black Mafia Life for life- fool | |
| Above The muthafuckin' Law, | |
| UBU- what you wanna do | |
| Black Hole of Watts | |
| To my homies over there an shit | |
| And to my funkinmuffin' Coconut | |
| We clowns and ....yeah |
| zuo ci : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
| feat. Cold 187' Um | |
| Intro: Cold 187' um | |
| Yeah what' s up Kokane | |
| " what' s up player" cold chillin' in this muthafucka | |
| Yeah we' re just go on laid back in the studio, man on this groove | |
| And talk about some muthafuckas, that we don' t give a fuck about | |
| definetly don' t give a fuck about, you know what I' m saying | |
| On some fly fly funk shit, you know what I' m saying | |
| Some shit that niggas bit, " what' s up partner ha ha ha | |
| I' m talkin to you Dre, don' t bite my shit | |
| 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 shit of | |
| And show them muthafuckas I mean buisness you know what I' m saying | |
| So ah when the clock strikes to six | |
| I' ma put them hoes in the mix hi hi hi hi | |
| And I' ma do it like this for them , ya know what I' m sayin' | |
| Cold 187' um | |
| Ahh yeah ahh | |
| 187 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 bitch 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 muthafuckin' Wreckin Crew | |
| And then I looked at an old album cover | |
| It was you chillin' lookin' gay as a muthafucka | |
| 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 EazyE but I' m confused | |
| Cause you' re scared as fuck 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 fuckin' gift | |
| So next time your in the place | |
| I' m hollering 187 with my glock in your fuckin' face | |
| Cause real niggas don' t go out that quick | |
| So it' s cool that you bit my shit bitch | |
| Cause I' m a baller by four and plus a Gee | |
| And I like my cronic twist with some VSOP | |
| See broke niggas can' t lie cause it costs ants | |
| Shut the fuck 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 fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me | |
| You need to go and check your puppet gee | |
| Because who the fuck is he, to jump up and diss me | |
| Cause I' m a nigga with a gang of thugs | |
| And I' ma show the muthafucka to keep my name out his mouth | |
| Yo I never got smoked you muthafucking new jack | |
| You fuckin' around with me you gonna end up on your back | |
| Yo try to diss me to get respect | |
| But you sounded like a muthafuckin bad nbsp? man reject | |
| I give props when props are due | |
| And my props to you is muthafucka fuck you | |
| You' re just a flunkie for the DRE | |
| You punk muthafucka you wanne be Gee | |
| And you know I always drop the shit proper | |
| You can ask your homies or you can ask the doctor | |
| But he don' t get no props neither | |
| I' ma say it on wax and I can say it when I see ya fool | |
| Try to kick it like you got stamina | |
| Wip that ass like Luke did in Atlanta | |
| Oops did you slip, did you trip, did you run | |
| Did he have a gun, did you want some | |
| No I don' t think so wow | |
| Here' s a bone you can choke | |
| Get your ass with the mafia loke | |
| Yeah fool, so what you wanna trow up | |
| Cause you' re broke as a muthafucka | |
| Lookin to a... | |
| But I' m the original 187 no one can do it better | |
| So I' m out, and peace to my homie Snoop | |
| Yo I hope you get yours before they do you yeah | |
| And that' s realer then a juice of a duce | |
| See some might not like it but yo it' s the true | |
| SweatTalk aka Kokane | |
| Oh woopie do well alright y' all | |
| Yes starlet? ah some say it! s like a peanut game | |
| I took your house of it Snoopy well a wrong | |
| Say Dre, my name it' s Sweat Talk | |
| Now do you belive in funk after death | |
| Cause I do, so watch this | |
| Kokane | |
| It' s like dipdipa da we got to make a sack | |
| We can fix your funk when the shits on the flat | |
| Pump pump you up, send you on your way | |
| And I don' t belive in celebratin' Dre day | |
| It' s like hearhihearhi common common | |
| Kokane is servin suckas at the players ball | |
| If you come nbsp???? | |
| You will get blasted | |
| A tisket a tasket we throw your body in the basket | |
| It' s a wonderful day in my muthafuckin neighborhood | |
| A wonderful day in my goddam neighborhood | |
| Now rollin' tiptoe incognito | |
| Ichin' to serve a fool when my pump says so Puhmp Puhmp | |
| Is another nigga with the biggest glock | |
| And if you' re fuckin with this nigga | |
| You' ll be spittin' out buck shots | |
| So no pain no gain | |
| Bakin soda free and they call me Kokane | |
| Now I' ma fuck you up Korrupt | |
| Cause I' ma bust trough your hood like nbsp?????? | |
| Cause you gets no propers | |
| Now your throwin' up the Pound | |
| But I' m throwin' up the black mafia | |
| Can' t stop us what you wanna do | |
| Bring it on Snoop | |
| And your whole fuckin' puppet pound crew | |
| It' s the nickel slick nigga from Pomona | |
| Not fake like laceres | |
| But real like tooners | |
| Snoop Dog you fuckin nbsp? | |
| Did most of the work with Dre | |
| And still you get your boots knocked | |
| Now I see nigga' s rich | |
| But you was in the county watching monsters shoes ? like a bitch | |
| Now who' s been sleepin' in my bed | |
| Eatin' my funk, takin dope styles by the chunk | |
| Cause I' ma funky to the finish | |
| Cause your funk got a gang of B12 in it | |
| Outro: Kokane | |
| Yeah in case you didn' t know | |
| It' s Black Mafia Life for life fool | |
| Above The muthafuckin' Law, | |
| UBU what you wanna do | |
| Black Hole of Watts | |
| To my homies over there an shit | |
| And to my funkinmuffin' Coconut | |
| We clowns and .... yeah |
| zuò cí : Cold One Eighty Seven um ... | |
| feat. Cold 187' Um | |
| Intro: Cold 187' um | |
| Yeah what' s up Kokane | |
| " what' s up player" cold chillin' in this muthafucka | |
| Yeah we' re just go on laid back in the studio, man on this groove | |
| And talk about some muthafuckas, that we don' t give a fuck about | |
| definetly don' t give a fuck about, you know what I' m saying | |
| On some fly fly funk shit, you know what I' m saying | |
| Some shit that niggas bit, " what' s up partner ha ha ha | |
| I' m talkin to you Dre, don' t bite my shit | |
| 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 shit of | |
| And show them muthafuckas I mean buisness you know what I' m saying | |
| So ah when the clock strikes to six | |
| I' ma put them hoes in the mix hi hi hi hi | |
| And I' ma do it like this for them , ya know what I' m sayin' | |
| Cold 187' um | |
| Ahh yeah ahh | |
| 187 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 bitch 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 muthafuckin' Wreckin Crew | |
| And then I looked at an old album cover | |
| It was you chillin' lookin' gay as a muthafucka | |
| 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 EazyE but I' m confused | |
| Cause you' re scared as fuck 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 fuckin' gift | |
| So next time your in the place | |
| I' m hollering 187 with my glock in your fuckin' face | |
| Cause real niggas don' t go out that quick | |
| So it' s cool that you bit my shit bitch | |
| Cause I' m a baller by four and plus a Gee | |
| And I like my cronic twist with some VSOP | |
| See broke niggas can' t lie cause it costs ants | |
| Shut the fuck 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 fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me | |
| You need to go and check your puppet gee | |
| Because who the fuck is he, to jump up and diss me | |
| Cause I' m a nigga with a gang of thugs | |
| And I' ma show the muthafucka to keep my name out his mouth | |
| Yo I never got smoked you muthafucking new jack | |
| You fuckin' around with me you gonna end up on your back | |
| Yo try to diss me to get respect | |
| But you sounded like a muthafuckin bad nbsp? man reject | |
| I give props when props are due | |
| And my props to you is muthafucka fuck you | |
| You' re just a flunkie for the DRE | |
| You punk muthafucka you wanne be Gee | |
| And you know I always drop the shit proper | |
| You can ask your homies or you can ask the doctor | |
| But he don' t get no props neither | |
| I' ma say it on wax and I can say it when I see ya fool | |
| Try to kick it like you got stamina | |
| Wip that ass like Luke did in Atlanta | |
| Oops did you slip, did you trip, did you run | |
| Did he have a gun, did you want some | |
| No I don' t think so wow | |
| Here' s a bone you can choke | |
| Get your ass with the mafia loke | |
| Yeah fool, so what you wanna trow up | |
| Cause you' re broke as a muthafucka | |
| Lookin to a... | |
| But I' m the original 187 no one can do it better | |
| So I' m out, and peace to my homie Snoop | |
| Yo I hope you get yours before they do you yeah | |
| And that' s realer then a juice of a duce | |
| See some might not like it but yo it' s the true | |
| SweatTalk aka Kokane | |
| Oh woopie do well alright y' all | |
| Yes starlet? ah some say it! s like a peanut game | |
| I took your house of it Snoopy well a wrong | |
| Say Dre, my name it' s Sweat Talk | |
| Now do you belive in funk after death | |
| Cause I do, so watch this | |
| Kokane | |
| It' s like dipdipa da we got to make a sack | |
| We can fix your funk when the shits on the flat | |
| Pump pump you up, send you on your way | |
| And I don' t belive in celebratin' Dre day | |
| It' s like hearhihearhi common common | |
| Kokane is servin suckas at the players ball | |
| If you come nbsp???? | |
| You will get blasted | |
| A tisket a tasket we throw your body in the basket | |
| It' s a wonderful day in my muthafuckin neighborhood | |
| A wonderful day in my goddam neighborhood | |
| Now rollin' tiptoe incognito | |
| Ichin' to serve a fool when my pump says so Puhmp Puhmp | |
| Is another nigga with the biggest glock | |
| And if you' re fuckin with this nigga | |
| You' ll be spittin' out buck shots | |
| So no pain no gain | |
| Bakin soda free and they call me Kokane | |
| Now I' ma fuck you up Korrupt | |
| Cause I' ma bust trough your hood like nbsp?????? | |
| Cause you gets no propers | |
| Now your throwin' up the Pound | |
| But I' m throwin' up the black mafia | |
| Can' t stop us what you wanna do | |
| Bring it on Snoop | |
| And your whole fuckin' puppet pound crew | |
| It' s the nickel slick nigga from Pomona | |
| Not fake like laceres | |
| But real like tooners | |
| Snoop Dog you fuckin nbsp? | |
| Did most of the work with Dre | |
| And still you get your boots knocked | |
| Now I see nigga' s rich | |
| But you was in the county watching monsters shoes ? like a bitch | |
| Now who' s been sleepin' in my bed | |
| Eatin' my funk, takin dope styles by the chunk | |
| Cause I' ma funky to the finish | |
| Cause your funk got a gang of B12 in it | |
| Outro: Kokane | |
| Yeah in case you didn' t know | |
| It' s Black Mafia Life for life fool | |
| Above The muthafuckin' Law, | |
| UBU what you wanna do | |
| Black Hole of Watts | |
| To my homies over there an shit | |
| And to my funkinmuffin' Coconut | |
| We clowns and .... yeah |
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