Kokane & Cold 187 - Dont Bite the Phunk (Dr.Dre & Kurupt Diss) | Текст песни

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• Dont Bite the Phunk (Dr.Dre & Kurupt Diss)

[Intro: Cold 187'um]
Yeah what's up Kokane
"what's up player"(cold chillin'in this muthafucka)
yeah we're just go on laid back in the studio, man on this groove
and talk about some muthafuckas, that we don't give a fuck about
(definetly don't give a fuck about, you know what I'm saying)
on some fly fly funk shit, (you know what I'm saying)
some shit that niggas bit, "what's up partner ha ha ha-
I'm talkin to you Dre, don't bite my shit
don't bite the funk that feeds you
cause I sure the hell don't need ya"
ha ha what's up..
yeah.. now while we're in the studio kickin' it off
(you know what I'm saying)- on the ill tip
you know, I wanna do some old school,
you know, I wanna just kick some shit of
and show them muthafuckas I mean buisness -(you know what I'm saying)
So ah when the clock strikes to six
I'ma put them hoes in the mix (hi hi hi hi)
and I'ma do it like this for them ,-( ya know what I'm sayin')

[Cold 187'um]

ahh yeah ahh
1-87 chillin' in my coup dippin'
one thing I can't stand is when fools get the set trippin'
now I was down with the gang truce
until I found out you was gettin' ganked by dr Suit (?)
now you can get Compton, Long Beach,
South Central, Watts, Carson even Pomona
you can even ran to Timbuktu
but I'ma creep to the falls bitch and I'ma smoke you
now I'ma take you trough you history book
uh ah let's take a look
yeah- when I first came to Ruthless I was livin'like hustler
but see you, you was livin' straight like a busta
I used to think you was a true
'til I remembered you was in the muthafuckin' Wreckin Crew
and then I looked at an old album cover
it was you chillin' lookin' gay as a muthafucka
I could have took it any kind of way
but see six months later you were NWA
and now it's gangsta gangsta pimpsta pimpsta
but to me you was still wimpsta wimpsta
yeah you dissed Eazy-E but I'm confused
cause you're scared as fuck to diss Ice Cube
yeah now you're all just smilin'and trucin'
but remember yo Dre stick to producin'
now you say you ain't gettin'gangked no more
but I know who owns Death Row.. really doe
yo I got a little piece of paper for someone
and not one line on it reads Andre Young
you try to diss my record deal, but I'm still quick
I'm on a mission, and I'm going for the fuckin' gift
so next time your in the place
I'm hollering 1-8-7 with my glock in your fuckin' face
cause real niggas don't go out that quick
so it's cool that you bit my shit- bitch
cause I'm a baller by four and plus a Gee
and I like my cronic twist with some VSOP
see broke niggas can't lie cause it costs ants
shut the fuck up, you've just straight broke been
Snoop Dog you better get your paper work right
because if not you'll be all bark with no bite
yo- see we go kinda back see
but see things got fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me
you need to go and check your puppet gee
because who the fuck is he, to jump up and diss me
cause I'm a nigga with a gang of thugs
and I'ma show the muthafucka to keep my name out his mouth
yo- I never got smoked you muthafucking new jack
you fuckin' around with me you gonna end up on your back
yo try to diss me to get respect
but you sounded like a muthafuckin bad ?man reject
I give props when props are due
and my props to you is muthafucka fuck you
you're just a flunkie for the D-R-E
you punk muthafucka you wanne be Gee
and you know I always drop the shit proper
you can ask your homies or you can ask the doctor
but he don't get no props neither
I'ma say it on wax and I can say it when I see ya (fool)
try to kick it like you got stamina
wip that ass