[Intro: Dirty Red]

Aight players, aight G's

Hustlers, pimps, macks, real niggas and all that

The time has come

And what a time to drop real gangster poetry on that ass

Haha, yeah

Comin' at you from the underworld - the Aftermath

A group of underground lunatics brought together on mission

Of destruction

So all you bitches and hoes beware, for what lurks beyond in the darkness

Gives true meanin' to the words totally insane

187, mo' motherfucking murderous homicidal skills for you suckers

Stay down and get that ass clowned

KM.G, the motherfucking undertaker, the bitch breaker

So hoes if you didn't know, now you do

So that's just the first clue from a nigga on a mission

You see, chronic is way of life, G

So spray a peace to mothers and get butted the fuck out

Awww yeah, with dopeness comes a man named Kokane

Influential in amount, believin' in a certain theory

That all players must come correct

Either that or he'll gets no respect

You see, it's all about makin' yours in this life time

So with that said, I would like to introduce one more player in this game

A nigga named Shaki a/k/a the K

A nigga known for breakin' suckas off

So y'all believin' in the theory of elevation

Reason bein', I got the fly, fly shit for that ass

So here it is players, aww yeah, bitches too

The fly shit for you

So tune in and get faded with the Aftermath, niggas

[Hook: Cold 187um & KMG](x2)

Funk them up

Funk 'em up, funk 'em up, from the Westcoast

Funk 'em up, funk 'em up, funk 'em up

Funk 'em up, funk 'em up, from the Eastcoast

Funk 'em up, funk 'em up, funk 'em up

[Verse 1: Cold 187um]

Aw, comin' through the motherfuckin' side door

Checkin' all the niggas and clockin' all the hoes

Before you jump up and get wile e' like coyote

You better ask your bitch if she knows me

(ooooohhhhh)

Cause I got two pounds of baking soda and two pounds of coke

I bought her bitch her Baby, some pampers, so I can stroke

(KMG: So you can call them when you want to, baby)

Yah, right, because I've just told you homie the same two nights ago

Or should I say four scores ago

So bow wow, wow, wow, yippi yay, yippi yo, ho

Because to play you is my only wish

Yo, so pass me the skin so I can rush it like Emmitt Smith

And then I have to count boyd that ass, tore that ass

Pimp that ass and straight funk that ass

I guess you motherfuckers get the clue (what up?)

Something for the cut up, Chevy's to hop to "yeah"

I maybe in your Coupé, or Jeep or your Wagon

I maybe makin' dollars but I'm not braggin'

I give my props to my niggas in the penal, see

For tryin' to come up, Gettin' caught up in the system G

It's like a game, never pick'd to win

So I'll see you when you get out if not when I get in (Well, alright)

Cause I'm not a Rodney King Part Two

So I'm a smoke one for me and smoke a gang for you

[Verse 2: KMG]

Nigga, nigga, nigga, aww shit

The ho' gigolo flow quick

So... what's the word?

I've just served a bird to the ho' with the Deuce on the corner

The green eyed hooker with the juice and the toners

The king black macademian Funk bone

Hit the loot stick? quick and fade Al Capone

Let me take my hat off

And peep my Madonna, sex magazine

Freak all the nymphos I'm a pussy fiend

Ooh, Mister Mister, twister twister is what they call me

Then they bore me

Hoes on my Diznick, I'm livin' a revelation

I'm kickin' the real shit, fuck the nigga's reputation (fuck it)

Glock to the dome, what up?, I'll straight fuck ya'

Or told my nigga Shake, .45 he'll buck ya

Or I'm a trip and bring K-Oss in it

Or my nigga Mack fuckin' re-up to Pimp Clinic

So, I'm a ask you a question (what up Loc'?)

Do you wanna die for me? (yeah)

Or do you wanna die for my Kokane that's 17-5 a ki?

[Verse 3: Dirty Red]

Awww yeah, I sit leanin' on my toners when I'm bellin'

Through the crooked streets deep in Cali' where I'm dwellin'

Sellin' mobile dubs cause I gotta make a dolla'

Finna' drop the top on my rag-trey-Impala

I'm droppin' loco nigga out there doin sharin' dirt

Got two hoes on the corner and they feeling put in work

Now I pimps, though I keeps my pimping on the down low

Too many hoes will get a nigga in some trouble

And so I'm... bumped the three wheel motion

Hit the corner quick, feeling like the Chronic stick

And get higher than a motherfuker

I got a beap fo' the sky pager, trick ass bitch

But just in time so it's off to the next stage

Yeah, picked up my mobile phone, to make a booty call

Creepin' down Crenshaw, watchin' out for the law (yeah, the motherfuckers)

Cause the police quick to put the nigga on the side of the curb

And take a chunk of my bird, G

It leaves a nigga like short

But I ain't wet? them up, I got the dope from the street motherfuckers

[Interlude: Cold 187um]

Aww yeah, The Aftermath

Journey through this Aftermath

Kokane is here

Here goes Kane, check this out

[Verse 4: Kokane]

Now I'm comin' around, comin' around, comin' around the fuckin' mountain

Wettin' niggas up like a motherfuckin' fountain

So don't clone me, don't get attached

Cause some of you niggas' style's more faker than a Wrestler Match

Added preservatives, artificial flavors

Baking soda free, said I say a fuckin' savior

If you're R&B house Music, I'll say hell no

Think that Donnie Simpson will have Kokane on his show?

Who gives the funk shit like that? you know it's weak

Cause G shit came from the concrete

So take a seat in the back jack, known I gots to strap

No longer will there be a white motherfucker dictating what is real rap

You motherfucking hypocrites

When your ass is used to promoting that heavy metal shit

To the K to the O to the K to the A, to that's N-E we flow

My name is Kokane, never simple the reason I'm dope

So Bon Voyage I gots the stack

And I'm out like Schwarzeneger but I'll be back

(Fuck them up)