All Bark No Bite Songtext
von Kokane

Look here, Cocaine, I′ve been knowin you for a long time, boy
I heard you been doin some of this rap stuff
Y'all always, you, you and Alkaholiks always comin to my place
Drinkin up my shit, and you know, always sayin
"I′ll get, I'll get, I'll get you back, sweet dick"
You know, and get me back on the tab
So why don′t y′all do a song for me, you know, yeah


I'm just a poor black nigga tryin to do this
Wake up, wake up, it′s mother-motherfuckin homeless
NO PAIN, NO GAIN
You can call it dope but my name is Kokane
Yo, Alkaholiks, pass me the Bombay
Cause I got mo' hookups on yay than an ese
I got a thirteen flat, well alright
Cause I gotta slang my funk at seventeen-five a ki′
Now what's up, holmes?
I be rollin in the bucket full of birds and a roll of bone
Now your hoes might laugh, but you won′t laugh
When I roll up in a 500 rag
Cause niggas be havin fly shit full of crack
And you wonder why your motherfuckin ass got jacked, boy
You shouldn'ta talked shit from the start
Cause you got no bite but all bark, yeah

It's the West coast soul, representin
Funky like George Clinton, I′m in the house like a kitchen
Niggas talkin shit, all bark but no bite, say goodnight
I challenge wack MC′s to a fight
Bad MC's, I spank your head with the ruler
From the old school-er, punch yo′ ass like Don Shula
Hardcore, never rock no soft shit
I flow like water from a faucet
Ah shit, here come the raw shit, back to funker
I freak the track, I shack the funk the doper
Rough and rugged, like a truck
All bark, but all you're bitin is my style
I hit the forty ounce and then I get buckwild
Check, E-Swift is the title
I usually rock scratches with the vinyl
Peace from the Alkaholik wino


And I know, I know, I know, I know, what you′re thinkin
This group is so funky that it's stinkin
My dress code is simple, jeans and shit
I can′t get in the club cause my prescription don't fit
Those with clothes that you see at fashion shows
So I sneak in the rear, hop on stage and bust flows
I'm J-Ro the human highlight, rock the party through the twilight
Grab the girl, take her home, hit the rump and bump the Chi-Lites
So, have no fear, I′m your, number one peer
And you, can′t come near, cause, who must pay the rear?
I see too many niggas get a brain blow out
So now I'm headed upstream like a rainbow trout
I re-fuse to catch the blues in the ghetto
Now I get paid to bring kids to life like Geppetto
It′s Tha Liks, baby, and we ain't goin wit wack
So when we buy the bud, hook us up with the thick sack
So you can bark if you want to
But I′m comin in the club with my whole motherfuckin crew
I'm the man, you know I can′t bust a dandy rap
So I'm parkin in the front like a handicap
E-Swift one-eighty-seven, Kokane in a row
With the finger in the air for Daryl Gates befo' we go

Yeah, the motherfuckin song is over
And y′all can take y′all drunk-ass
No rappin, little, motherfuckin ass home
No no, no, you, you don't got to go home
But you got to get the hell outta here
No, no, boy, don′t be touchin that over there, boy
No, no, get, just get your ass up outta here
Nah, nah nah, yeah I bet your momma
Yeah, I bet, bet, bet your momma all bark and no bite
You old, fish, catfish eatin, uhh, uh oh
One legged, havin his gold, stupid old motherfucker
Get your, just get your ass on up out of here, boy
I don't got no time for that shit, boy