[{"id":30684222,"name":"aftermath","trackName":"aftermath","artistName":"kokane","albumName":"High Till I Die","duration":447.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: aftermath\n  artist: kokane\n  album: High Till I Die\n  duration_ms: 447000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":32065748,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Dj Screw-9 Fo Shit","duration":409.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Dj Screw-9 Fo Shit\n  duration_ms: 409000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":31837979,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Funk Upon The Rhyme","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Funk Upon The Rhyme\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":20212440,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Chapter 051. 9 Fo Shit","duration":409.2135,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Chapter 051. 9 Fo Shit\n  duration_ms: 409214\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":22922645,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Chapter 192. High Till I Die","duration":446.641633,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Chapter 192. High Till I Die\n  duration_ms: 446642\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":10547946,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Funk Upon a Rhyme","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Funk Upon a Rhyme\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":37005137,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Funk Upon A Rhyme [Explicit]","duration":316.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Funk Upon A Rhyme [Explicit]\n  duration_ms: 316000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":14352639,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane & Above The Law","albumName":"Funk Upon a Rhyme","duration":315.5330609,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane & Above The Law\n  album: Funk Upon a Rhyme\n  duration_ms: 315533\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"},{"id":10547943,"name":"Aftermath","trackName":"Aftermath","artistName":"Kokane feat. Above the Law & Dirty Red","albumName":"Funk Upon a Rhyme","duration":315.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Alright players, Alright Gs\nHustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\nThe Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\nHa ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\nA group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\nSo all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\nGive too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\nStay down to get that ass clown\nKm.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\nSo whores if you didn't know, now you do\nSo that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\nYou see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\nSo spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\nAwww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\nInfluential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\nThat all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\nYou see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\nSo if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\nA nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\nA nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\nSo y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\nReason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\nSo here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\nThe fly shit for you\nSo tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\nFunk them up\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\nFunk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\nFunk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\nWell, alright\nAwww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\nCheckin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\nBefore you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\nYou better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\nCause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\nI brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\nSo you can call them when you want to, baby\nYah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\nOr should I say four scores ago\nSo bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\nBecause to play you is my only wish\nYo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\nAnd then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\nBump that ass and straight funk that ass\nI guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\nSoda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\nI maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\nI maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\nI give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\nFor tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\nIt's like a game, never fit to win\nSo I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\nCause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\nSo I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\nThen you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\nQuick so... what's the word?\nI've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\nThe green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\nThe true black macadamian in Funk pole\nHit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\nLet me take my hair off\nAnd peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\nAll the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\nOoh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\nThen they bone me\nWhores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\nI'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\nGo out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\nOr told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\nOr I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\nOr my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\nSo, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\nDo you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\nOr do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\nAwww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\nThrough the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\nSellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\nFinna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\nI'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\nGot two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\nNow the pimps, though I ships my pimp\nAnd on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\nAnd so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\nHit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n[Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\nI got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\nPut the trick on time so it's off to the next day\nYeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\nCreepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\nCause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\nAnd take a choke of burb G\nAnd lease a nigga like showy\nBut I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\nAww yeah, The Aftermath\nJourney through this Aftermath\nKokane is here\nHere goes 'Kane, check this out\nNow I'm comin' around... comin' around.\nComin' around the fuckin' mountain\nWettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\nSo don't call me, don't get attached\nCause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\nAdd the preservatives on official flavors\nBakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\nGive your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\nBeatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\nWho gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\nCause G shit came from the concrete\nSo take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\nNo longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\nYou're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\nBring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\nTo the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\nMy name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\nSo Bon Voyage I gots the stack\nAnd I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\nFunkin' you","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Aftermath\n  artist: Kokane feat. Above the Law & Dirty Red\n  album: Funk Upon a Rhyme\n  duration_ms: 315000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Alright players, Alright Gs\n  Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggaz and all that\n  The Time has come, and what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass\n  Ha ha, yeah, comin' at you from the under world, The Aftermath!\n  A group of underground launtics brought together on mission of destruction\n  So all you bitches and whores beware, for what lurks be on in the bucklers\n  Give too meanin' into the words is totally insane\n  187Um, my motherfuckin' murderous homicidal skills for you suckers\n  Stay down to get that ass clown\n  Km.G, the motherfuckin' undertaker, the bitch breaker\n  So whores if you didn't know, now you do\n  So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission\n  You see, Chronic is way of life, Gs\n  So spray a peace to mothers and get right the fuck out\n  Awww yeah, what dopeless comes to a man named Kokane\n  Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory\n  That all players must come correct, other than it he gets no respect\n  You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time\n  So if that said, I would like to duce one more player in this game\n  A nigga named Shank, A.K.A. the Kane\n  A nigga known for breakin' the suckers off\n  So y'all believin' in the Theory of Elevation\n  Reason bein, I got the fly... fly... shit for that ass\n  So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too\n  The fly shit for you\n  So tune in 'til it get faded with The Aftermath, niggaz\n  Funk them up\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Westcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, from the Eastcoast\n  Funk them up, Funk them up, Funk them up\n  Well, alright\n  Awww, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door\n  Checkin' all the niggaz, and cluckin' all the whores\n  Before you jump up, and get rowdy like the Yawny\n  You better ask your bitch if she knows me \"ooooohhhhh\"\n  Cause I got two pounds of bakings on a two pounds of coke\n  I brought a bitch some Bamby, some papers, so I can smoke\n  So you can call them when you want to, baby\n  Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago\n  Or should I say four scores ago\n  So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, whore\n  Because to play you is my only wish\n  Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith\n  And then I have to come boil that ass, toil that ass\n  Bump that ass and straight funk that ass\n  I guess you motherfuckers get the clue \"what up? \"\n  Soda for the cut up, chuckies to hop to \"yeah\"\n  I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon\n  I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'\n  I give my props to my niggaz in the Penthouse, see\n  For tryin' to come up gettin' caught up in the system G\n  It's like a game, never fit to win\n  So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in \"Well, alright\"\n  Cause I'm not the Rodney King Part Two\n  So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you, yeah\n  Then you're makin' a nigga, aww shit, the whore gigolo flow\n  Quick so... what's the word?\n  I've just set a to the whores with the Deuce on the corner\n  The green eyed hooker with the juice and the totters\n  The true black macadamian in Funk pole\n  Hit the whores, get quick to fade Al Capone\n  Let me take my hair off\n  And peep my MC Donalds, six Magazines freak\n  All the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend\n  Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me\n  Then they bone me\n  Whores on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation\n  I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation \"fuck it\"\n  Go out to through dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck you\n  Or told my nigga shit, .45 to buck you\n  Or I'm a trip and bring chaos at it\n  Or my nigga Mack fuckin' Re-up to Pimp Clinic\n  So, I'm a ask you a question \"what up Loc'? \"\n  Do you wanna die for me? \"yeah\"\n  Or do you wanna die for my Kokane at 17-5 a key?\n  Awww yeah, I said leanin' on my toners when I'm bailin'\n  Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'\n  Sellin' mobile dopes cause I gotta make a dollar\n  Finna drop the top of my Rag-Top-Trey Impala\n  I'm jerkin' a local nigga out the do it and sharin' dirt\n  Got two whores on the corner and they finna put in work\n  Now the pimps, though I ships my pimp\n  And on the down low, too many whores'll get a nigga in some trouble\n  And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion\n  Hit the corner quick, fiendin' like the Chronic stick\n  [Eazy-E:] And get higher than a motherfucker\n  I got a beap on the sky pager, trick ass bitch\n  Put the trick on time so it's off to the next day\n  Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call\n  Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law \"yeah, the motherfuckers\"\n  Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb\n  And take a choke of burb G\n  And lease a nigga like showy\n  But I ain't want them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers\n  Aww yeah, The Aftermath\n  Journey through this Aftermath\n  Kokane is here\n  Here goes 'Kane, check this out\n  Now I'm comin' around... comin' around.\n  Comin' around the fuckin' mountain\n  Wettin' niggaz up like a fuckin' fountain\n  So don't call me, don't get attached\n  Cause some of you niggas' ass more faker than Wrazzaler Match\n  Add the preservatives on official flavors\n  Bakin' video sope, said I say a fuckin' savior\n  Give your R&B, house Music, I'll say hell no\n  Beatin' Donnie Simpson where I be funkin' on the show\n  Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's We\n  Cause G shit came from the concrete\n  So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap\n  No longer will be a white motherfuckin' dictatin' hard as real rap\n  You're a motherfuckin' hypocrites\n  Bring your ass as used to promote that every metal shit\n  To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flowwww\n  My name is Kokane, never askin' the reason I ball\n  So Bon Voyage I gots the stack\n  And I'm out swords, nigga, but I'll be back\n  Funkin' you\n"}]