From The Funk To The Back - Kokane

C’mon baby

C’mon let me just take it out and put it back in

What you want it from the front the back

What you want it in ya mouth

The rubber, shit’s in the car

Shit

Fuck that shit

I can’t just put it, ahh

Work it, shit

With that shit you need no protection!

Don’t trip

You just need to shut your fuckin' mouth

I be rollin' through your city in a cut up glass house

With Kokane on the license plate

And your girl might wanna be one of my hoe cakes

I’m the green eyed light skinned nigga

And you think that I ain’t so

But get your ass caught up in a twist, nigga

Tryna' see if it cool

Boom bap, click bang

Another dead fool

I’m hittin switches and I’m riding high

So high

Like indo mixed with thai

Who is that

Who is that

Hittin' you all in the hip

Yo, it’s them two twin bitches and they wanna trip

Cause see this time is gonna be better than the last time

And like Clint Eastwood you hoes better make my, ahh, day

And if not it’s ok

I be steadily on the pedal in my fly O. J

I had a ho named Wanda

That wanna do it from the back

Push up the wrong way

And almost broke my sac-a-diliac

I’m skeezing

I’m skeezing

And if you want more get on your knees

And open up your mouth and say please

Cause I’m a macaroni without the cheese in

I like to funk you from the front and the back

I like to funk you whether you skinny or fat

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off the mother, sucker (x2)

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off the sucker

Tear the roof off the motherfucker (x2)

You must use protection

Here I come, here I come with the fly ugly shit

Cough-cough-cough

God damn don’t it hit

Hears the 411 about Tina

And if you were the homie

I hope you haven’t seen her

It’s not a rumor it’s a fact

I used to clap for the ho

But I love her cause she clapped back

Your ex-girlfriend is a ho

Yeah, you should have knew it when she let you do it on the kitchen floor,

I know

Now ain’t no bitch promise shit to me

Poppin in the tape

Sayin it’s our anniversary

No it ain’t trip

And before I do that

You gotta go through my hole click

And you can be the toss up for the minute

But ain’t no tellin when you’re fuckin' with the Pimp Clinic

Now it’s on and on and on

The beat don’t stop until the break of dawn

Now I be all in them stiches

From ya up-a-ty hoes to ya swap meet bitches

And if you a lady you better be home with your man

And if not your probably at the nearest kickin' spot

Yeah, lookin for a meal ticket

But don’t trip too long

You get tossed when ya kickin' it

And that reala' than my grandma’s knowledge

Cause most freaky bitches go to college, uh yeah

And I can’t get forget the private schools

Cause I love it when they make it in them cute little shoes

It’s the return of the nasty man, a ha

You must funk 'em, you must

Funky you completely

What you do man

What you do man

You better tell em' what you do boy

I said what you do man

You must use protection

A ha

What you do man

You better tell em' what you do

You must use protection

We are protectified, copy

The end?

In the motherfucking case, ho

Like I said

It’s the return of the nasty man, dig

And if you see what we see

You must see everything

Indoubatly funky

Skinny or fat

I like fat women too ho

More rubber for ya brother

More bounce and thats were it counts

If you dig what am saying, ho

I dig it from the front and the back too

Oww, some say we gotta use protection, ho

You must use protection

You must use protection