[{"id":38551500,"name":"All Bark No Bite","trackName":"All Bark No Bite","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Kokane Greatest Hits, Vol. 1","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look here, Cocaine, I've been knowin you for a long time, boy\nI heard you been doin some of this rap stuff\nY'all always, you, you and Alkaholiks always comin to my place\nDrinkin up my shit, and you know, always sayin\n\"I'll get, I'll get, I'll get you back, sweet dick\"\nYou know, and get me back on the tab\nSo why don't y'all do a song for me, you know, yeah\n\nI'm just a poor black nigga tryin to do this\nWake up, wake up, it's mother-motherfuckin homeless\nNO PAIN, NO GAIN\nYou can call it dope but my name is Kokane\nYo, Alkaholiks, pass me the Bombay\nCause I got mo' hookups on yay than an ese\nI got a thirteen flat, well alright\nCause I gotta slang my funk at seventeen-five a ki'\nNow what's up, holmes?\nI be rollin in the bucket full of birds and a roll of bone\nNow your hoes might laugh, but you won't laugh\nWhen I roll up in a 500 rag\nCause niggas be havin fly shit full of crack\nAnd you wonder why your motherfuckin ass got jacked, boy\nYou shouldn'ta talked shit from the start\nCause you got no bite but all bark, yeah\n\nIt's the West coast soul, representin\nFunky like George Clinton, I'm in the house like a kitchen\nNiggas talkin shit, all bark but no bite, say goodnight\nI challenge wack MC's to a fight\nBad MC's, I spank your head with the ruler\nFrom the old school-er, punch yo' ass like Don Shula\nHardcore, never rock no soft shit\nI flow like water from a faucet\nAh shit, here come the raw shit, back to funker\nI freak the track, I shack the funk the doper\nRough and rugged, like a truck\nAll bark, but all you're bitin is my style\nI hit the forty ounce and then I get buckwild\nCheck, E-Swift is the title\nI usually rock scratches with the vinyl\nPeace from the Alkaholik wino\n\nAnd I know, I know, I know, I know, what you're thinkin\nThis group is so funky that it's stinkin\nMy dress code is simple, jeans and shit\nI can't get in the club cause my prescription don't fit\nThose with clothes that you see at fashion shows\nSo I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows\nI'm J-Ro the human highlight, rock the party through the twilight\nGrab the girl, take her home, hit the rump and bump the Chi-Lites\nSo, have no fear, I'm your, number one peer\nAnd you, can't come near, cause, who must pay the rear?\nI see too many niggas get a brain blow out\nSo now I'm headed upstream like a rainbow trout\nI re-fuse to catch the blues in the ghetto\nNow I get paid to bring kids to life like Geppetto\nIt's Tha Liks, baby, and we ain't goin wit wack\nSo when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack\nSo you can bark if you want to\nBut I'm comin in the club with my whole motherfuckin crew\nI'm the man, you know I can't bust a dandy rap\nSo I'm parkin in the front like a handicap\nE-Swift one-eighty-seven, Kokane in a row\nWith the finger in the air for Daryl Gates befo' we go\n\nYeah, the motherfuckin song is over\nAnd y'all can take y'all drunk-ass\nNo rappin, little, motherfuckin ass home\nNo no, no, you, you don't got to go home\nBut you got to get the hell outta here\nNo, no, boy, don't be touchin that over there, boy\nNo, no, get, just get your ass up outta here\nNah, nah nah, yeah I bet your momma\nYeah, I bet, bet, bet your momma all bark and no bite\nYou old, fish, catfish eatin, uhh, uh oh\nOne legged, havin his gold, stupid old motherfucker\nGet your, just get your ass on up out of here, boy\nI don't got no time for that shit, boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Bark No Bite\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Kokane Greatest Hits, Vol. 1\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look here, Cocaine, I've been knowin you for a long time, boy\n  I heard you been doin some of this rap stuff\n  Y'all always, you, you and Alkaholiks always comin to my place\n  Drinkin up my shit, and you know, always sayin\n  \"I'll get, I'll get, I'll get you back, sweet dick\"\n  You know, and get me back on the tab\n  So why don't y'all do a song for me, you know, yeah\n\n  I'm just a poor black nigga tryin to do this\n  Wake up, wake up, it's mother-motherfuckin homeless\n  NO PAIN, NO GAIN\n  You can call it dope but my name is Kokane\n  Yo, Alkaholiks, pass me the Bombay\n  Cause I got mo' hookups on yay than an ese\n  I got a thirteen flat, well alright\n  Cause I gotta slang my funk at seventeen-five a ki'\n  Now what's up, holmes?\n  I be rollin in the bucket full of birds and a roll of bone\n  Now your hoes might laugh, but you won't laugh\n  When I roll up in a 500 rag\n  Cause niggas be havin fly shit full of crack\n  And you wonder why your motherfuckin ass got jacked, boy\n  You shouldn'ta talked shit from the start\n  Cause you got no bite but all bark, yeah\n\n  It's the West coast soul, representin\n  Funky like George Clinton, I'm in the house like a kitchen\n  Niggas talkin shit, all bark but no bite, say goodnight\n  I challenge wack MC's to a fight\n  Bad MC's, I spank your head with the ruler\n  From the old school-er, punch yo' ass like Don Shula\n  Hardcore, never rock no soft shit\n  I flow like water from a faucet\n  Ah shit, here come the raw shit, back to funker\n  I freak the track, I shack the funk the doper\n  Rough and rugged, like a truck\n  All bark, but all you're bitin is my style\n  I hit the forty ounce and then I get buckwild\n  Check, E-Swift is the title\n  I usually rock scratches with the vinyl\n  Peace from the Alkaholik wino\n\n  And I know, I know, I know, I know, what you're thinkin\n  This group is so funky that it's stinkin\n  My dress code is simple, jeans and shit\n  I can't get in the club cause my prescription don't fit\n  Those with clothes that you see at fashion shows\n  So I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows\n  I'm J-Ro the human highlight, rock the party through the twilight\n  Grab the girl, take her home, hit the rump and bump the Chi-Lites\n  So, have no fear, I'm your, number one peer\n  And you, can't come near, cause, who must pay the rear?\n  I see too many niggas get a brain blow out\n  So now I'm headed upstream like a rainbow trout\n  I re-fuse to catch the blues in the ghetto\n  Now I get paid to bring kids to life like Geppetto\n  It's Tha Liks, baby, and we ain't goin wit wack\n  So when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack\n  So you can bark if you want to\n  But I'm comin in the club with my whole motherfuckin crew\n  I'm the man, you know I can't bust a dandy rap\n  So I'm parkin in the front like a handicap\n  E-Swift one-eighty-seven, Kokane in a row\n  With the finger in the air for Daryl Gates befo' we go\n\n  Yeah, the motherfuckin song is over\n  And y'all can take y'all drunk-ass\n  No rappin, little, motherfuckin ass home\n  No no, no, you, you don't got to go home\n  But you got to get the hell outta here\n  No, no, boy, don't be touchin that over there, boy\n  No, no, get, just get your ass up outta here\n  Nah, nah nah, yeah I bet your momma\n  Yeah, I bet, bet, bet your momma all bark and no bite\n  You old, fish, catfish eatin, uhh, uh oh\n  One legged, havin his gold, stupid old motherfucker\n  Get your, just get your ass on up out of here, boy\n  I don't got no time for that shit, boy\n"},{"id":32532385,"name":"All Bark And No Bite","trackName":"All Bark And No Bite","artistName":"Kokane","albumName":"Guest Appearances","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Look here, Cocaine, I've been knowin you for a long time, boy\nI heard you been doin some of this rap stuff\nY'all always, you, you and Alkaholiks always comin to my place\nDrinkin up my shit, and you know, always sayin\n\"I'll get, I'll get, I'll get you back, sweet dick\"\nYou know, and get me back on the tab\nSo why don't y'all do a song for me, you know, yeah\n\nI'm just a poor black nigga tryin to do this\nWake up, wake up, it's mother-motherfuckin homeless\nNO PAIN, NO GAIN\nYou can call it dope but my name is Kokane\nYo, Alkaholiks, pass me the Bombay\nCause I got mo' hookups on yay than an ese\nI got a thirteen flat, well alright\nCause I gotta slang my funk at seventeen-five a ki'\nNow what's up, holmes?\nI be rollin in the bucket full of birds and a roll of bone\nNow your hoes might laugh, but you won't laugh\nWhen I roll up in a 500 rag\nCause niggas be havin fly shit full of crack\nAnd you wonder why your motherfuckin ass got jacked, boy\nYou shouldn'ta talked shit from the start\nCause you got no bite but all bark, yeah\n\nIt's the West coast soul, representin\nFunky like George Clinton, I'm in the house like a kitchen\nNiggas talkin shit, all bark but no bite, say goodnight\nI challenge wack MC's to a fight\nBad MC's, I spank your head with the ruler\nFrom the old school-er, punch yo' ass like Don Shula\nHardcore, never rock no soft shit\nI flow like water from a faucet\nAh shit, here come the raw shit, back to funker\nI freak the track, I shack the funk the doper\nRough and rugged, like a truck\nAll bark, but all you're bitin is my style\nI hit the forty ounce and then I get buckwild\nCheck, E-Swift is the title\nI usually rock scratches with the vinyl\nPeace from the Alkaholik wino\n\nAnd I know, I know, I know, I know, what you're thinkin\nThis group is so funky that it's stinkin\nMy dress code is simple, jeans and shit\nI can't get in the club cause my prescription don't fit\nThose with clothes that you see at fashion shows\nSo I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows\nI'm J-Ro the human highlight, rock the party through the twilight\nGrab the girl, take her home, hit the rump and bump the Chi-Lites\nSo, have no fear, I'm your, number one peer\nAnd you, can't come near, cause, who must pay the rear?\nI see too many niggas get a brain blow out\nSo now I'm headed upstream like a rainbow trout\nI re-fuse to catch the blues in the ghetto\nNow I get paid to bring kids to life like Geppetto\nIt's Tha Liks, baby, and we ain't goin wit wack\nSo when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack\nSo you can bark if you want to\nBut I'm comin in the club with my whole motherfuckin crew\nI'm the man, you know I can't bust a dandy rap\nSo I'm parkin in the front like a handicap\nE-Swift one-eighty-seven, Kokane in a row\nWith the finger in the air for Daryl Gates befo' we go\n\nYeah, the motherfuckin song is over\nAnd y'all can take y'all drunk-ass\nNo rappin, little, motherfuckin ass home\nNo no, no, you, you don't got to go home\nBut you got to get the hell outta here\nNo, no, boy, don't be touchin that over there, boy\nNo, no, get, just get your ass up outta here\nNah, nah nah, yeah I bet your momma\nYeah, I bet, bet, bet your momma all bark and no bite\nYou old, fish, catfish eatin, uhh, uh oh\nOne legged, havin his gold, stupid old motherfucker\nGet your, just get your ass on up out of here, boy\nI don't got no time for that shit, boy","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: All Bark And No Bite\n  artist: Kokane\n  album: Guest Appearances\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Look here, Cocaine, I've been knowin you for a long time, boy\n  I heard you been doin some of this rap stuff\n  Y'all always, you, you and Alkaholiks always comin to my place\n  Drinkin up my shit, and you know, always sayin\n  \"I'll get, I'll get, I'll get you back, sweet dick\"\n  You know, and get me back on the tab\n  So why don't y'all do a song for me, you know, yeah\n\n  I'm just a poor black nigga tryin to do this\n  Wake up, wake up, it's mother-motherfuckin homeless\n  NO PAIN, NO GAIN\n  You can call it dope but my name is Kokane\n  Yo, Alkaholiks, pass me the Bombay\n  Cause I got mo' hookups on yay than an ese\n  I got a thirteen flat, well alright\n  Cause I gotta slang my funk at seventeen-five a ki'\n  Now what's up, holmes?\n  I be rollin in the bucket full of birds and a roll of bone\n  Now your hoes might laugh, but you won't laugh\n  When I roll up in a 500 rag\n  Cause niggas be havin fly shit full of crack\n  And you wonder why your motherfuckin ass got jacked, boy\n  You shouldn'ta talked shit from the start\n  Cause you got no bite but all bark, yeah\n\n  It's the West coast soul, representin\n  Funky like George Clinton, I'm in the house like a kitchen\n  Niggas talkin shit, all bark but no bite, say goodnight\n  I challenge wack MC's to a fight\n  Bad MC's, I spank your head with the ruler\n  From the old school-er, punch yo' ass like Don Shula\n  Hardcore, never rock no soft shit\n  I flow like water from a faucet\n  Ah shit, here come the raw shit, back to funker\n  I freak the track, I shack the funk the doper\n  Rough and rugged, like a truck\n  All bark, but all you're bitin is my style\n  I hit the forty ounce and then I get buckwild\n  Check, E-Swift is the title\n  I usually rock scratches with the vinyl\n  Peace from the Alkaholik wino\n\n  And I know, I know, I know, I know, what you're thinkin\n  This group is so funky that it's stinkin\n  My dress code is simple, jeans and shit\n  I can't get in the club cause my prescription don't fit\n  Those with clothes that you see at fashion shows\n  So I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows\n  I'm J-Ro the human highlight, rock the party through the twilight\n  Grab the girl, take her home, hit the rump and bump the Chi-Lites\n  So, have no fear, I'm your, number one peer\n  And you, can't come near, cause, who must pay the rear?\n  I see too many niggas get a brain blow out\n  So now I'm headed upstream like a rainbow trout\n  I re-fuse to catch the blues in the ghetto\n  Now I get paid to bring kids to life like Geppetto\n  It's Tha Liks, baby, and we ain't goin wit wack\n  So when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack\n  So you can bark if you want to\n  But I'm comin in the club with my whole motherfuckin crew\n  I'm the man, you know I can't bust a dandy rap\n  So I'm parkin in the front like a handicap\n  E-Swift one-eighty-seven, Kokane in a row\n  With the finger in the air for Daryl Gates befo' we go\n\n  Yeah, the motherfuckin song is over\n  And y'all can take y'all drunk-ass\n  No rappin, little, motherfuckin ass home\n  No no, no, you, you don't got to go home\n  But you got to get the hell outta here\n  No, no, boy, don't be touchin that over there, boy\n  No, no, get, just get your ass up outta here\n  Nah, nah nah, yeah I bet your momma\n  Yeah, I bet, bet, bet your momma all bark and no bite\n  You old, fish, catfish eatin, uhh, uh oh\n  One legged, havin his gold, stupid old motherfucker\n  Get your, just get your ass on up out of here, boy\n  I don't got no time for that shit, boy\n"}]