100 SPOKES

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Ugh, now tell me who wanna step to the real?
As I'm beatin' down they block with my clip ready to trip
Ugh, yeah, now player haters gettin' chin checked quick
Runnin' off, back them off, like the jealous groupie
Sayin, I'm a jack him for his loot, all his loot
His house, his whore and his fly Lexus Coupe'
Well, if you killed me you can have all that
But if not, don't be surprised where that missle bein' lost at
And in his house, realest they can get
You better check your bitch cause you stuck
Ugh, yeah, and then it's just like you all takin' round
Cause they don't give a care about your girl or your child
Have you all tied up in your house
Dynamite ready to blast with a gauge in your mouth
Mad and stuck, cause you're squealin' like a snitch
But they gonna fuck up everybody and do it quick
Yo, to everybody that's gettin' hit up
Cause he got twisted way twisted and mixed up
Yo, cause rats playin' dumb, me and my homies west up
When I was rollin' in the Candy blue 'llac on whip
I be the player for life, ride
I get love from the blue and the red side
So pay them off all over my gun smoke
I never slipped when I'm rollin' on my 100 Spokes, yeah

[Chorus x2: females singing]
You got the fliest shit
Baby you got air line
Baby you look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes

[Hook: DJ Total K-Oss]
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke

[Verse 2: Km.G]
When I bought my 100 Spokes, I bought a four five
Just for a player like the Km, to stay alive
Deep into the hell of a three, but we call it the trey
Built like Coloride but it's named Choverlet
Flowin' and crowin' what I need to
To get though the hood player, or get to my crew
And meditatin', regulatin' never perpetratin'
And plot on these busters, fake, legit' hide
Flip my chest when it comes to my ride
My? got 3 wheels, 4 tracks providin'
Rules to the gangbang, sounds are given
Westcoast I now you love it, and wish you can live it
Here's somethin' about them 100 Spokes
When they be like dippin', whippin' around, they like wheelin'
Freakin' all the freaky rats when they like spinnin'
Above The Law givin' it up

[Chorus x2: females singing]
You got the fliest shit
Baby you got air line
Baby you look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes

[Outro: DJ Total K-Oss repeats til fade]
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke

ADVENTURES OF . . .

Chorus
To the people thats been locked away for a while
Keep your head up
To my peoples thats been strugglin all their life
Never give up (No never give up)
To my people that are lost along the way
I'll never forget (I'll never forget)
Live your life the way you have to to get ahead
With no regrets

I used to run with straight cap peelers
Hardcore killers
To the people next door I wasn't nothin but the dope dealer
Stayin up all night to make ends meet
Ya, cuz livin in the ghetto ain't cheap
And ask me do my momma know a thing - hell nah
Cuz she gon be the first to turn me into the law
I got tired of seeing the drama on her face
All stressed out and depressed tryin to keep the place
So I worked odd job after odd job for the man
But that didn't even get my ends close enough to shake hands
I?m stressed out right about now
So I hooked up with the homey from the streets to put it down
He said you make 2 G's a drop
Nigga don't be flossin about it or your ass sure to get popped
Thinkin to myself I'ma do this for now
Come up and blow up and move moms in the cut
I'm doing about six drops a week
I'm knowin niggaz from everyhood - partner it's all good
I'm in school tryin to live out moms dream
Outsell y'all and make a bomb ass smoke screen
Locked in the game doin my thang like Bruce Wayne
Tryin to ease momma pain and stop the rain
I thank God I never been to the pen
But if I had to I'd do it again
Y'all better ask somebody


(Phone rings)
What's up man, this is Vin man
-yo what's hapnin man
I got some drama with some old playa haters
-ah man, that's why you was blowin me up man? (-stop through)
old horny ass, I'll be there in a mintue

Like G's we roll with the ass rocked
Like G's we roll with the tops down
Like G's we coast til homey past the post
Cuz yo we finna get fucked up
I say uhhh kick the ? and uhhh

Can you fell my illustration
I'm thick for the penetration
No hesitation I step to a f blowin the dust off her shelf
I'm kinda horny - I just bounced from the county
So if you don't mind me absorbing the womb
Hit it smooth then slide out the room
After making you assume the position
Now I'm in the twist after goin on a mission
Gotta spit at my homeys though - you know my peoples
Yeah the ones in the hill plus the folks in the hood - we all equal
I was talkin to my partner the other day
We was sitting in the mall parking lot
He was bout to serve three chicken wings
He said "shit ain't changed, homey, shit ain't changed"
So uh, strap for strap even though I rap
Ain't know way in the hell I can watch my own back
So I got my brother on the right and my brother on the left
One in a khaki suit, the other one well dressed
Hit you ass like the stealth - Above the Law
Too much caviar, put holes through ya, lick you thorough your radar
See I'm pistol whipping clicks with my lyrics
I'm on a cheddar run so my family benefits
I through the videos on the table for my young ones
Let the maid know that I'm out - y'all I'm on one
To meet with some real conglomerates on the street for some heat
Then we smoke baby, then we drink baby
Now my homies, I love my Cali scene
It's the real thing, it?s the real thing

ANOTHER EXECUTION

(Cold 187um)

See it was seven o'clock
and the sun had just set
the crew rolled up and said it time to jet
I was kinda hesitatin' cause it was nothing to do
but we always find something to get into
Total-Kaos broke out he said lets go to the movies
he was paying so I wasn't being choosy
jumped in the ride and proceded to go
"yo what are we goin' to see?"
"yo man I don't know"
but when we got there it was a quarter to nine
to see the main flick it was a long as line
paid to get in and not a second before
a sucka looked me up and down at the front door
now I shined on and walked on in
but he kept on staring again and again
I walked up and said "what's up"
he said: "not you"
I turned around and then I looked at my crew
because I know he didn't say what I thought he said
and if he did
I'm gonna have his head on a platter
the sucka scared out
when we got ill
the brother who tried to front he got his caps pilled
and his homies they got mad
but they soon broke out
because of what we had

chorus:
because I take out my weapon
and I quickly start blastin'
I go total loco like a crazy assasin
I look at my posse they say nothings confusin'
why? why? why?
it's just another execution




See it was early
we was bored uptight
so we rushed up to In-and-Out
to get a bite to eat
I saw a freak I hadn't seen in a while
the one with the crazy eyes and the pretty smile
she was def you know what I mean
the hoe was stacked to the max
in a skin-tight jean
she sat across the room
and try to stare at me
then send a note about how she wants to get with me
now I'm wonderin' what has changed
is it that I'm rockin' the house
and that I'm makin' a name for myself
cause when I first met her
all she said I did with her was upset her
I think that sneak she's tryin' to play me down
cause I ain't the one that likes to be clowned
so I told the hoe to leave me alone
I said girl you need to take your stuck up ass home
at this second her boy walked in
I said man do I have to act crazy again
then I grabbed my weapon it's time to get ill
you can say it is cool or you can straight get pilled
with buck shots I mean all over the place
in your back, your side
in your stomach, in your face
cause I don't really care what your girlfriend says
if you keep talkin' shit you get a bullet in your head
so anyway what your beefin' about
if I wanted your hoe she'd be already turned out
she's jockin me
she might go with you
now checkin' your girl is what you need to do

chorus

APOCALYPSE NOW tekst

[Intro: KM.G whispering]
This year is to drop, ten years of calm
What we strived, to innovate it, you know what I'm sayin?

[Verse 1: KM.G]
Four scores and seven years ago
The homies that I know figured out, how we can get paid of that gangster flow
True in that... breakin' the whores with that Rap shit
Fuck that jack shit, benefittin' nothin'
Givin' the world a little somethin'
My comrades on the block still duckin'
Pumpin' the junkies with that Killa Cali'
Flippin' a quater to a half, see
Burps was the word, they kicked that attitude into the industry
I never knew that my Cap was old Chavy
I only have fates, and two are my players, Mr. 187Um or Mr. Glock K-Oss
Were all you niggaz hear our shit?
Then other fools came benefit it
Believin' in the managers but they were just strangers
Didn't let us know about the paper workin' danger
Rules in the land of shiesty, hookers they came fiesty
People said... we was on the winnin' team
Peelin' the grip, and it wasn't just a pipe dream
And we still chill blowin' that hell of steam
So you know shake the spot, because it ain't right be chillin'
Where them hookers and panties be droppin'
Got a letter in the mail said the west wasn't true
Sold a million records, so thank you
Player hatin, on while we still innovatin, pushin' records across the nation
So apocalypse with a pack of the clips
Here we got a beef, so I think you better worry

[Break]

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
Now, I'm a free their minds, and free their souls
It ain't nothin' but the bomb shit comin' on sole
Y'all, a little somethin' for them player haters
Who think they got flavor like Nam' Laters
They'll get popped, mobbed, dropped
Spit out, it's kind of hard to speak
With the tech all in their your mouths
We do them just like the old days
They got beef with the crew, they got it raised, to get sprayed
It's like that all day, always
I'll be true to this shit 'til my grave
Yeah, Gangster Rap made America checked her neck
Yo, when change the whole contexts
Because, I went from dope dealin' to makin' millions legal
Only me and Meegos, yeah, in ten years in makin' notes
Still got the same Limo, and got the same Benzo
Keep it funky at the gangster bate
G'd up, put it down with the gang fate
Yeah, it like my mamma used to say:
If you go in like that, you'll go out the same way
That's why I always be myself
Cause I get no respect, tryin' to be somebody else
And that's realer than the realist homies I know
You might as well patch your face right, rap at the Sight Show
Or be a $10 whore, cause there ain't no level allow you just might go
Don't come around, I'm a clown
Cause I got more macks than Dann, when I get down

BALLIN' tekst

[ INTRO ]
[ KM.G ]
Yo, what's happenin Cold 187
[ Cold 187um ]
Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio
With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre
[ KM.G ]
And we ballin with the homie Eazy-E
[ Cold 187um ]
Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw
See what he think about
[ KM.G ]
True, true
[ Cold 187um ]
So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level
We gon' put some mega shit together
Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin like this

[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics
Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it
It's time to build, so take this chill pill
If your cups are empty, go get a re-fill
Of whatever, cause ain't nothin changed but the weather
KM.G - 187 - yo, we got it together
And in the back - who is that? The men with the mack
Yo, I had to have the homies cause they got the sack
And on the tables - what? The two be cookin
When it comes to rockin, they wrote the book, and
If you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show
You'll see me - KM.G, Total K-oss and Go
What? Ballin while the freaks keep callin
Beggin KM.G to come bump the walls in
The house, but even if she has the spouse
(What's up?) She starts that fiendin (what happens?) she gets turned out
And at our concerts we always do work
For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks
Cause we ballin

(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called)
Ballin'
(And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players)

[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back
And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed
If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin
But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin
Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks
Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked
It's the hood, I thought it was understood
Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin Robin Good
We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit
You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick
It ain't nothin homie, you be frontin
Rollin down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin
On laces? He look just like a lacehead
Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead
Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less
Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh
A 500 with a convertable top
Just like the homie Amp we like our shit drop
Straight lowrider, yeah, we do a little ???
Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her
And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin
The simple fact is (what's up) that we ballin

(I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all
The name of this piece is called)
Ballin'
(And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players
And all you ladies out there)

And you know we gotta break it down for who?
(The whole wide world)

[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin
I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin
Toes tappin, the freaks are jockin
All because the way 187 is rockin
All you busters on the scene
I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend
Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin
So sit back and learn, cause it's time for some schoolin
And rulin all the busters on the center
Get off my tip, cause I'm about to enter
This phase (what is it?) that I call the finale
I made it ride higher while I'm ballin through Cali
So listen, I'm finna start dissin
All you Eastside rappers, you had to start pissin
Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed
By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers
K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers
You got a beep? We gotta go,cause money is callin
The simple fact is - yeah, that we ballin

And you know
It's like that in 90
And it's gon' stay like that
And once again we have to send it to who?
(The whole wide world)
Who's it dedicated to?
(The whole wide world)
To who?
(The whole wide world)
Dedicated to who?
(The whole wide world)
It's dedicated to
(The whole wide world)
Sendin it out to
(The whole wide world)
It's dedicated to
(The whole) (world) (wide)

BLACK SUPERMAN

* [*dialogue from the movie "Above the Law"*]
"You heard about what's goin on in there?"
"Heard a lotta bullshit cocked, I know that much"
"This isn't bullshit my friend"
"Do you know somethin?"
"Don't listen" "What'd you know?"
"Maybe I do and maybe I don't"
"What I say is that they ain't got no business negotitaing"
"We gonna be goin back in they're wit a bullet for every yard"
"Is that right?"
"We do it now, we do it later, later it can be new use"
"Am I right Al?"
"Well, wait, wait minute Frank"
"We gotta a lotta angry guys in they're, black muslims
Panther's, Young Lord"
"Besides you average anti-social"
"So we gotta go in right, clean they're clocks"

(Verse 1: KMG)
I hit the loose juice, and pulls up in the duece
He gives me the scoop about the fake ass troops
And how nigga's out they're wanna play
I take another hit of the way, and then I blast away
How far playa?Far enough to go off the edge
I push another nigga off the ledge
So I stumble as I slide to the chevy
Yeah my eyes kinda teary, and gun kinda heavy
I'm a walking dead man is what they call me when I'm comin
Got the big S on my chest, so I'm kinda gunnin
High powered on my way too the west side
To check upon on some chickens, it's a hell of a drive, so drive on
As I hit my dodo stick to the break of dawn
Crime fightings what I do, and nigga's in my crew
Don't take lightly, to you busta's, and so we say fuck you
Then buck you, tuck you in for the night
As you think about the paper at the funeral sight
So when I'm hangin wit the click, and we in demand
I feel good that the city of angel's call me black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)
*Computer Voice*
Now everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman
Everybody sing, black superman
Now everybody know, black superman

*Phone rings&Hutch's answering machine picks up*
Yo this Hutch, I ain't in right now
But uh, leave a message at the beep
You know I'm out flossin&tossin, dippin and trippin
You know what I'm sayin

(KMG)
Aye Hutch man uh, they just leavin yo mama's house, um
I don't know what they got, but um
Man, they lookin for us man
Call me over peaches house(hangs up phone)

(Verse 2: Hutch)
Now it was once said by a known loc G
Always tryna come up, and yeah that's a G
Uh, cause when I bomb it's like a curse
Cause see once in a lifetime, everybody did some dirt
I guess it got to me the same
So at the age of 15, I enterted the dope game
I had my cane locked up tight
In the day I went to school, but I clarked all night
And when I went to class I always feel asleep
But I was out like a motherfucker, if somebody beeped
My teacher said, "boy can't it wait?"
I said, "naw I got to put some mo' icin on my cake"
I think I saved about 50 G's
I bought a truck, a house, and a coup on D's
Moms is trippin, but she really don't know
All I'm thinkin is she ain't on the county no mo'
Before my mama fucked wit the county again
I'd rather take the risk of doin 5-10
I'm not takin a chase, I'm staright makin a chase
So now we deserve, to get what we wanna get
I got my mama up outta they're
Because y'all motherfucker's just don't care
Uh, you really wanna know why I sold scum?
Because my mama to me comes number one
Now you sucka motherfucker's don't understand
But to my mama, I'm her real black superman

(Chorus: Repeat 2x)

CALL IT WHAT U WANT

You've now entered the quest to the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want

How many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me
(See ya)
That's why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass
The blunt and kick it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster
Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh, I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits
And I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187, why you wanna be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game"
(Y' know)
'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no mack nigga, from the planet called, Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, then I coast on em

No, I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say
I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KMG

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like, damn

Now my niggaz done labeled me
The dangerous neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

CITY OF ANGELS

[Incomprehensible]

They all are yellin' out freeze
As I'm on these backstreets gettin' mine
Dodgin' the law, dodgin' it sublime
And if you feel me, I'm a keep it real for this episode

Makin' you raw and do some critical overload
What must I do to live in the City of Angels?
Like a fucker, who unclockin' the chamber
'Cause it remains to be the same to me
I gotta be an OG like my daddy and my grand peppy

Don't ever touch mine, don't ever disrespect mine
Better get out to protect in case you ever cross the line
Yo, I'm like the crow, no dumb birdy
As I handle my business and as I take you on the journey

It ain't no City of the Angels, brother Mack
It's just people playin' get back and more get back
Yo, a lotta drama on my block, but I never stress
Because I'm build like a Presidential Rolex

A lotta people got over the red, over the blue
A lotta people hustle 'cause they got to
But if I ever go out before I'm supposed to go
I'm gonna revenge myself like The Crow

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

I see the clock struck half past
I'm movin' fast with a blast
I'm like an angel in the city with the devil's path
And everybody's out to get me
So I quickly stick and move
And if he moves I trip, my fingers itch

I got a vision, I'm on a mission, listen
I can hear 'em, but I can't trust my intuition
I'm wishin' upon that midnight mystical
And through the darkness I'm hopin' for a miracle

I can't holler till you hear me
I gotta get me through the madness
Even though I'm guilty
And as I reload I'm all alone, set to explode
Like an unlogical murderer that's in the zone

I know they workin', the spirit's lurkin', I'm hurtin'
The triple six with the kiss got my soul searchin'
Then I woke and I choked on a cloud of smoke
It was a dream and in my dream I'd seen a black crow

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

Another day in L.A. comes to an end
The dark of the night starts to set in
Lots of deals goin' down under the city lights

Welcome to the city of drag where my pants sag
And the homies still relyin' on the flag
Yeah, life starts to twist and turn
Then they hit you at another angle
Just some more drama in the City of Angels

Violence is brought forth too many years
Fuckin' memories, we cried so many tears
Oh, the devil plays the repo man
And he's suckin' up souls as fast as he can

It's no question, it's in our nature
A .45 brings out the criminal behavior
When the clouds in the sky turn black and gloom
As soon as the smoke starts to fill the room

Your heart starts to beat, it's like a ritual
And the feelin' that you get is somewhat spiritual
I'm a have to let you know how reality go
Learn to fly like The Crow as you slide into limbo

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

L.A. is sure a crazy ass place to stay
Where the riders ride and the players play
I've been around the world and around the way
24-7 like everyday

CLINIC 200

[Intro: Kokane]
That's right, yeah, uha
Yeah, I like R. Kelly, be cool
My name Kokane, and I'm a Pollaseeds
And I love them whores, and they love
You understand?

[Verse 1: Km.G]
Eight booty bitches in the naked city
Fly bitches shakin' asses and hell of titties
Contemplatin' how the homies should penetrate
As we watch little Tina while she masturbates
She looks up and she hooks to my nigga E
Then she grabs the fifth of some Hennessey
She took it into hand and put the bottle between her legs
Then she brings my homie Trigger to dig
Just another freaky tale in the Westcoast
Cause after 12 O'Clock we be poppin' the most
Niggaz fiendin, to slap some ass, tap some ass
And they ain't givin' a fuck about their past
Now, we got naked ladies, layin' all over the room
Life lights with the nascent fume
Though the homies gettin' twisted of that major Kiah
Pimp Clinic got them ladies for hire

[Chorus:]
[Cold 187Um:] That's the world we have
[Kokane:] That's the world we have
[Cold 187Um:] That's on every friend we have
[Kokane:] That's on every friend we want y'all
[Cold 187Um:] That's the world we have
[Kokane:] That's the world we love
[Cold 187Um:] That's on every friend we have
[Kokane:] That's on everybody, that's on every friend we love y'all

[Verse 2: Triggerman]
Ugh, welcome to the villa in Manilla
Can you relate, with the armor cap peeler?
Chillin' the most, cause I claim the westcoast
And I love givin' a toss to the brookie
And freakin on some booty
See, the Clinic got a hell of a night
Donna Karan L.A. and my fuel is right
Bailin' with the quickness to the freak show
Pocket full of classics and that mean more whores

[Verse 3: Enuff]
To have more whores is what a nigga plessure
I got more rooms that then any whore can measure
Yeah, I put them into the cleanest
They still callin' my mammas, askin' haven't you seen him
But she's happy cause I'm outta state
Trip incase, peep the next holiday
Now, I wanna play it with no ends, then I can explain
What I got game, I'm headin' the first came
Speak some words and took them home with me
Freak them the chronic, I get nasty

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Cold 187Um]
Now, I be bailin' down to show with my dick out
Ready to be this seed inside bitches' mouths
So don't ever trip child, I come when set my steels out
And all you bitches out there wanna know what I'm about
Cause I be hittin' back, sissies askin: have me a shout
Been red, brown, black skin or Trout
Got the conversation too, what you gonna hear, baby
How you got these niggaz out here, straight livin' shady
There's one thing I know about these upon California squeezes
Yo, they be sneakin, they be freakin'
And they be down for the get down, when I get it begins
From Calabashies to Inglewood, you bitches know that I'm a man
Cause when I come through, I straight like jam
What y'all know about the techs flow though?
187 show, boo Yaa woow

[Chorus]

[Hook: Daddy Cool]
You got to have that with the sickness
You got to get back on your feet
You got to use the mind
Fuckin' with a nigga like me
You got to have that with the sickness
You got to get back on your feet
About to use my mind up in these streets

[Chorus]

CONCRETE JUNGLE

This is Michelle Devine, coming to you live from the hoods finest
WALZ, I gotta give a shout out to my homegirl, Mimi
She just broke up with her man
Hey I always say if you can't break a nigga, then shake the nigga
This next song is goin out to all the players
Somethin new from Above the Law called concrete jungle

(KMG)
I say what's up fool, I'm kickin it with my partners
I'm checkin with my homies and we movin shit proper
I peep a magnum bitch, I'm wonderin' what she thinkin
She say what you lookin at pimp, I'm wonderin what this hoe was drinkin
As she greased that ass in the place
And then the pimp clinic recognized the face
It's the same old bitch with the jack move
Real smooth, with nothing to prove
(Cold187um)
So here comes the 5-7 sniper
Bitches can't dance if they can't pay the piper
Tryin to make a G like every single day
I'm sippin on some Alazai, rollin in the rag top trey
Yo, a young nigga tryin to have it
Doin it like I'm doin it, is an everyday habit
Do I do I lick, or do I call a caper
Cause I'm like sprung off the motherfuckin paper
(KMG)
Now, now, now niggaz wanna know where we get it from
We play dumb, then they ask can we get some
No, you gotta step and if you can't bring the funk
And if I gave you a chunk you'd probably skip town punk
And run and tell your motherfuckin bitch or two
Or your hoe, cause you thought the clinic had no clue
Now scandalous motherfuckers get broke to they knees
As the click run in ya like the AIDS disease

(CHORUS)(2x)
Nothin from nothin leaves nothin
In the concrete jungle
Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow

(Cold187um)
Now I'ma get straight to the point cause I'm here
And just like Shaq I'ma slam the pill
On the real, so chill, cause fools be tryin to loc up
Fuckin around with my they only get they ass broke up
Or broke down, cause niggaz be tryin to clown this shit
But find out that I don't play the bitch
Yo, the last nigga tried to play me like a hoe
Got popped with my motherfuckin 4-4
(KMG)
So now you know what its like to get clipped to the otherside
We rowdy when we in the G ride
We dumpin out the window K-Oss blaze the indo
Suckas at the door, nah, it's Nina Flow
Back up off me we about to wreck shop, take shop
It's niggaz on the list that might get mobbed up
If they don't cut with the quickness
Cause we always strappin 9's to help with the thickness
(Cold187um)
Cause if you're soft, you'll never ever get no fuckin props
You're funky on the block, snitchin to the fuckin cops
Like KMG say you better back up
Cause when you play the pussy boy, you get fucked
Cause I'm cold, leave you ass stuck like Subzero
Jump that ass out, and rip out your torso
See that's the price when you're fuckin with the real
So take my advice and just chill

(CHORUS)

How you get that cash flow
Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow
Jungle
Everybody wanna know, how you get that cash flow

Yeah, I told you it would be the bomb, right now
I wanna give a shout out to everybody on the westside kickin it
Everybody on the eastside doin they thang, I gotta message for Tyrone
Dede say she don't wanna be wit you no more, damn it's a cold world
And Pam, GQ's from the east side said that ain't his baby
Girl, you better check that nigga, or check yourself
Oh Shawn, Pea just called in, she said that was fucked up
The way you played her last night at the club
Said everything's all right, she just wanna know
Who that ugly bitch was you left with, anyway
I gotta get out, the word for the day is paper
If you ain't got none, you better get some
And if you don't know how you get it
You better learn

DOSE OF THE MEGA FLEX

[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]
Yo man, I heard you was havin' a couple of problems with your hoes

[Snow:]
Well you know I got a little philosophy for shit like that
It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of them
Yo, but I'mma let KM.G break it down for them like this

[Verse 1: KM.G]
Yo, well let's ranch South Central
Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie
Hoes with no clothes, get a woody
From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick
You know a groupie's best friend is some hell of a dick
Yo, so once upon a time called now
As I give them a rhythm and I allow
For you to linger, before I send you
My trigger finger, ATL'll bring you stitches to your ass "Straight up"
So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold
Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control
Release my pole, see what I can catch
A mega bitch with some ends or even a bare batch
Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy
Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body
The hype mega shit that straight drowns the public
Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a motherfuckin' subject
I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife
Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life
On the funk tip "Yeah"
Every man has his price clip
Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it
My nigga 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it
For South Central, Compton and Watts
Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank, give me what you got
It's a position where ranching is the mission
A.T.L is direct
A little Dose Of The Mega Flex...

[Break: Cold 187Um]
You know Snow, bitches never cease to amaze me, man
When I breaks one bitch I have to turn around and break another one, man
I mean why? I buy her things, I keep them looking good
But hey, no dough, man
I mean, I keeps them broke, player
Hey, cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know
"True, true"

[Verse 2: KM.G]
Well let's sail, sail to a land
Where a nigga is a king with a gun in his hand
True niggaz get scandalous, then it turns to gankin'
And your shit gets rowdy then you have to bank one "Ping"
Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with
Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again "yeah"
A bit of info to the hoes and bitches
KM.G'll serve motherfuckin' stitches
But kickin' it with the G's there's things we must rehearse
The one-time jacks, put my motherfuckin' gat in your purse
Not tryin to work you or leave you much to lean in
Cause punk-Ass-Niggaz treat bitches the way they wanna be treated
Yeah, you can see that you're a bitch if I ever seen one
Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung
It's all kinds of hoes and skanks and tramps
and hotties and skeezers "Yeah they all dick pleasers"
Then when I say "What up" I don't wanna put a damper
Hit a stupid-Ass-Bitch in the head with some Pampers
Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention
Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention
That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line
So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time
So come on hoes, shoot your best shot
Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht
Or call me KM.G, I'm here to serve, on the wreck
Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex....

[Outro: Snow]
Yeah man!
Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them fucking woman, sayin' [Ping]
I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any time, any goddamn day, you know
Right now, right now, right now, you know

[Cold 187Um:]
That's how you checks them, man
It makes them give you respect, you know what I'm sayin'
Yo, A.T.L the mega pimp clinic
'91 and we outta here, see you

[KM.G:]
Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down
Like it supposed to be put down, you know
You know, always remember that you run things
And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be
You know, yo, we sold
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player

[Snow:]
That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time
Keep going, don't stop
Keep going, don't stop
Oh yeah

ENCORE

[Chorus:]
People came in by the load
Encore, encore
Ooh, love is strong
People came in by the load
Encore, encore

[Verse 1: KM.G]
Yeah y'all, I felt the need, I had to let you all know
How Above The Law flow, we keep it funky gangster ratio
Yeah, we taking our time, cause patience is a virtue
Plus we ain't in a hurry to motherfuckin' hurt you
peep, we checked in date of 1989
Intertwined with some chips to sign
On the little dotted line
It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean
Different from the crack money, but green was green
Fresh on the scene, niggaz didn't know the time, we enterprising
But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist
And make a hell of a mix
Had the neighbourhood fiending like some junkies before a fix
Halfa Cali' came to get with the source
They did after we down, players could have they own choice
Either rap singing, or even street singing
It didn't make a difference, long as the funk you're bringing
Everybody's down with the Pimp Clinic
But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets
And we be all up in that ass with the quickness
The thickness, yeah
Funkin the set from here to the east
This is a player thing, this ain't no fucking bullshit
Because we pull shit
My name is KM.G, I'm from the Clinic and the Park
You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked
Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways
Straight cut the strays and live for better days
Low ride, slide through the street, a real nigga ready to eat
Rolling tough with the glock on my seat.....

[Chorus:]
People came ??
Encore, encore
Ooh, love is strong
People came in by the load
Encore, encore

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
Yeah, now I done travelled round the world and said a million rhymes
Like with N.W.A. back in '89
I put the C in the controversy in the industry
Like Eazy-E and Ice-T
yo, I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces
I deal with new jacks on a way out basis
I put it down with the true crew
We leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through
KM.G: "How many suckers you know?"
Well, I know a whole truck full
I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of any bullshit they tryin to pull
Motherfuckers claim they hard
And put in half the work, and did half the dirt
Ain't even from the dirt
What I would do if I was you is shut your fuckin' mouth
cause we be moving keys while you're playin house
I'm the original rap murderer
See, I can beat your ass, rock the Mic
Or fuck your girl on a good night
cause from Pomona to S.C. I represent the real niggaz
daddy, who ride with me
Yo, on the real I got skills like a fifth degree black belt
Plus I'm ten times more explicit than the Scult
Niggaz making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP's
Instead of being real and stacking G's
Yo, uh, I'm like a fool at a house party
If I'm heated, I fuck it up for e'rybody
KM.G: "What's your name, nigga?"
Oh you don't know, yo
It's Mr.One Eighty Seven with my dick all in you hoe
Yeah, if she wanna encore
yeah, She won't know, it won't more.....

[Chorus: till fade]
People came ??
Encore, encore
Ooh, love is strong
People came in by the load
Encore, encore

ENDONESIA

[Intro: Cold 187Um]
OOOOh, wooww, wooww, stay away
OOOOh, wooww, awwoww, stay away

[Cold 187Um:]
Now see, I be the one or more gang in the Yak
Cause in the Rap game nobody do more love
It's started way way back
When I was servin' on the side of the Shack
Infact, fools wanna try to see me daily
Whether be the... shot caller, can't nobody fade me
The untouchable, irresistible, funk to fight
Boo Yaa, I smoke them by the gun
I come from the depth of Cali, P-Town, West up!
What's your waitin for, tottoo it up
I represent the crew, with that Voo Doo
What you gonna do, when we come through for you?
You better come in peace not war
Cause you just don't know when we might have a straw
I'm a type of nigga smokin' straight from the bong
It smells like a hog, well, I just got my smoke on
And I'm a be high like 7-4-7 with my license plate
Sayin' much love for my county
I probably in the back of the clubs
Spittin' game meditatin, and rollin' up much bud
So we can smoke like the idiot on the resevation
And make peace in the x generation
Cause that's the way it suppose to be
And if it's up to me, homie, I'm a smoke the whole tree
I know, a lot of you really gang relate
So just ride with me, cause it's a mind state

[Chorus: with Spanish female AD LIBS]
It's the place we go, where we can free our minds
It's Endonesia
It's the place we go, where everyday is fine
It's Endonesia
Stay away, stay away
OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww

[PEE GEE:]
The bass hit got my tipsy, like Hennessey
Now, tell me can you feel me?
I'm comin' strong like a soldier, I'm garanteed to hold ya
As I bust on Dojah
The snare hits me like a child with a Thrive bag
That's why you hooks surround my vocals like a Zig-Zag
Don't it? - I garantee you won't choke on it
I got the bomb, you got bomb, smoke and vote on it
Shit, the only time I feel gifted, is when I get lifted

[Cold 187Um:]
See, you can tell by the smoke at 4th floor free
Cause it be Cold 187Um and the home Girl PEE GEE
And Km.G, rollin' up the pound
Yeah, we're stayin' down like P-Town
Yo, we roll deep when we creep on the back streets
We're checkin' player haters, we're havin' much heat
We're tryin' to keep it all real over here, man
You can't complain cause all have them things
You got to get up, get out and get his fates
And then maybe we all can relate, yeah

[Chorus: with Spanish female AD LIBS]
It's the place we go, where we can free our minds
It's Endonesia
It's the place we go, where everyday is fine
It's Endonesia
Stay away, stay away
OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww

[Km.G:]
Welcome to the world called the beautiful place
Where niggaz just dope flyin, heavenly seditated
Where in the mindstate, when you feel bigger
A little bit stronger than the average nigga
Yeah, we rather co-operate the mood and stick
Maybe get the fly bitches to Re-up on the dick
Awww shit, yeah, you know what?
I hit my nigga Mr. K-Oss to bring the cut
Brush the strap, so we can chill smoke a hell of a sack
Straight Riders and Macks, bitches gettin' table dances in the back
Invited a whole car load, the hoodrats, they wanna get wet
And I ain't been nice tonight, I'm mothafuckin' get nasty
Ain't lettin' one fly bitch pass me
Whores love it when I drop it, my pitfall were screamin' nigga do it
House about dinner for two, four stars cavior
Pimp Clinic kind like reincorse
My niggaz smokin' chronic outta fat ass cigars
Straight chillin' at the bar

[Chorus: with Spanish female AD LIBS]
It's the place we go, where we can free our minds
It's Endonesia
It's the place we go, where everyday is fine
It's Endonesia
Stay away, stay away
OOOOh, Weeeee, OOOOh, wooww, wooww

[Spanish female AD LIBS til fade]

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

[Cold187]
We for breakin backs in the 9-4, time to play a hoe
Like we never did before
Since the prices went up for a piece a ass
See I still get freebies cause I got gap
And when it comes to the question
"What have you done for me lately?"
Yo, G, I make them bitches hate me

[KMG]
So grab ya coat, grab ya hat, cause its like that
Ya try and play the role and ain't nothin but a hood rat
So don't front yeah you're names Terri not Halle
But you sprung like a motherfucker when I
Hit that berry and let a hoe know whats poppin
Cause it comes with the territory when you come a jockey

[CHORUS]
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right
Everything will be all right

[KMG]
Yeah I'm in the mood I need a hoe with much aptitude
To creep wicked, to come kick it
With the P-I-M-P, pimp clinic number 1
Ya say I ain't shit but cha sprung
But ya holds the number then folds the number
Then ya crawls to my house for a late night slumber

[Cold187]
Yeah cause bitches in the 90s ain't shit
They claim that they a lady steady suckin every other niggaz dick
So now you at my house on my couch screamin out
My name, my status and my motherfuckin clout
"And ya nigga don't know whats goin on"
Cause he always broke and he always gone
Now people might say that I am scandlous
But it ain't my fault if a bitch can't handle this

[CHORUS]

[Kokane]
Now I just had lit a flya show
I bumped up so I gotta spit at the hoe
Yeah she bound to let me smoke but make no mistake
I gotta 8 year bid next day for a rape
Owww, actin like crows
And ya wonder why we call ya bitches and skeezas and hoes

[Cold187]
Yeah, she shoulda used the fuckin mase
Tryin to come up on the homie cause the county check was late
Uh, thats the problem with you bitches now-a-days
Since you drop a couple a babies think you kickin it and gettin paid
I waitin for Mr. Timesalt
So he can pull yo fuckin creep up, and pay my fuckin bills off

[CHORUS]

[Cold187]
I only speak of what I've been through best believe I've been around
From the pimp clinic, hip, keep ya veins in ya fuckin mouth
Bitches used to treat me like a bowl of onion soup
Now they gettin tossed on the hood of my Lexus Coupe
I keep clownin as you hoes cause you boos
I got the hat, the nose, and the motherfuckin funny shoes

[KMG]
I clown on the witness I kick this
Bookers in my business, know that I'm attracted to the bomb
And ya know the thing is ones around that like to play
And hit you up with that ass with no delay
Shit, I learned hoes like takin off they clothes
When them 100 dollar bills is on the flo' really doe

[CHORUS]

EVIL THAT MEN DO

[Intro: KM.G whispering]
Ugh, in the house, check it out
Above the Law, ATL, player, tell me where you at hah?
Above the Law gang, A.T.L, where you at hah?
Pimp Clinic Gang, where you at hah?
Mad beats pumpin, where you at hah?
That's what they say do hah?

[Verse 1: KM.G]
Diggin' their groom when they gang beat into the room
Sippin' on thick Hennessey consume
Yeah, we're comin' through, ready to dance with the devil in the pale roomlight
Gays kind of mad cause bang kind of tight
See, that the feelin, how chill and bake a quater in the Westside
For a nigga to get fly, tricks on some hookin' let him steal a gram
Visit my whores to get sucked up
I'm the man, lookin' for this other mothafucker
Me and my game, he wanna get wicked
He wanna take it there, dumpin' browns any time I G-up
Yeah, I'll be the mothafucker, to straight see ya
So pass the letter to the mail, Hands Up!
I just got a fax at the Shack in my ride
And now, they sent me on my pager
Two chickens got stuck, someone's playin' with paper
All of a sudden, I had to sent the homie
The big homie, the pistol Whip, pistol whipped the whole clique
Because we didn't benefittin' game
Known Above the Law got to keep the name
Maintained, stayin' away from them One Times
Cause we're pistol grippers, and them turkey could be trippin'
Bad unique uniform
Plus, the NARCs come through like some mothafuckin' quite storm
All we have to do is stay more aware
I'm about to flow in the the studio, bump a whore and go
And stay strapped all the time
Put that L-neezie I'm a get rhyme, toss a gang of crimes
So now you know, what we go through, the evil shit that real men do

[Chorus: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses]
Real men do
Evil that men do
Evil that real men do
Evil that men do
Evil that men do

[Verse 2: Cold 187Um]
Now, roll me up some of that good feelin'
So I can forget all the shit on the news that I'm hearin'
I got other things to do with my life
I give a fuck if OJ killed the demon killers right
Cause I be around a million mothafuckers a day
Just ready to peel your cap back for lookin' the wrong way
I got that problem with myself, and my mind is playin' tricks on me
Am I gettin' fucked with my homies?
Or is my lady fuckin' everybody in the hood?
I hope not, because her pussy is good
Yo, I roll through with my Nino on lap cocked
Just for the suckers on the set that wanna cock block
They get dropped like that last player hater
I swear, I come raw like the jaws on the alligator
Now, all let your homies and all of your friends
Quit tryin' to put your buster ass back together again
But if not, I'm at your way, ready to shake you some more shit
If that's I did, the busy gotta get
Cause y'all peep, I was raised on the rough side, hussy
The Who-Ride, The either get rode on
I'm gettin' tired the mothafuckers playin' sheriff royalty
Storm me up, and tryin' to put soft all on me
I give them 50 feet, with the Infra Red on the tech set
Boo yaa, kill them with no regrets
I once knew a nigga named Sami, who had it goin' on in Miami
Now, Sami got popped by the Feds like a bitch, so we snitched on his whole fuckin' family
Now, who that? who that? who that, all up in the collate?
Who don't even know what the flavor look like
Yo, I be the C-O-L-D-187, A-B-O-V-E-T-H-E-L-A-W
It's the crew, wicked like Voo Doo
Yeah, with that evil that men do, fool

[Chorus: various overvoices with somewhat scary music different than were in the verses]
Real men do
Evil that men do
Evil that real men do
Evil that men do
Evil that men do

FLOW ON

[ Dr. Dre ]
Hey yo, check this out, y'all
Since we almost at the last song
Won't y'all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit?

[ KM.G ]
Alright

Once again, a black nigga named KM.G
And now it's time to drop some real pimpin shit
Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers
Comin from U.S.C.
For those that don't know
That's the University of South Central
So bless the 40oz.
Cautse his is somethin to jump on
Why, you can drink whatever
Like I said before, ain't nothin changed but the weather
'bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers
Hustlers beyond control
Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes
We was there when the pimpin shit was put down
Yo, 187
(What's up, man?)
Yo, this shit is flowin
(Muthafuckin right, it is)
Yeah, let's take our time and do it the way a player would
(Alright)

Okay!
[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
Here we go, flowin on and on
What's this we're doin so well? That's the name of the song
Let's break it down, we're rollin nationally, clockin hoes
Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes
We don't need em, we know too many backstabbers now
In our face they say they're with it, behind they back they put us down
And try to clown a player like me, 187 from 'Mona
And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners
I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A.
We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey
They sayin, "What's up, gees, tell me what's happenin
I heard you're clockin dollars, but you're still out there rappin"
You should know, it's my cash flow, now I'm just hangin
With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I'm slingin
That are so fly, we can't deny, we must reply
If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high
Off this shit, it's so legit, label it Chronic
Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they'd all be Bionic
Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we're owin
Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin

[ Cold 187um ]
Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on
See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player
So we gon' do the next one like this, man

[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ]
People say we have such strange vocabulary
To find these words you need a underground dictionary
Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge
And to get this, boy, you see, you can't go to college
Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down
Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down
Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar's
Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers
That's why we got this rule: first come, first served
And if you don't know the meaning, just listen to the words
I'm sayin, I don't be playin when I'm housin the scene
I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend
But I take them off, it's just because I'm scrappin
But I put em back on as I commence to rappin
Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid
Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid
Send her home with a smile, cause it's worth her while
She's to the homies how she did it and she went the mile
I'm talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand
Cause I'm a playin muthafucka and I'm in demand
So flow on

[ KM.G ]
See
Untouchable players in effect
Makin all the big pay-offs
Callin all the shots
Ballin
Punishin punk muthafuckas on the 12-gauges
I call on K-oss
Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners
Dopeness jumpin off
Gots to be platinum-bound
O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer
A double-dose of the mega-flex
Like all you gees that think you're niggas with attitudes
You ain't got it like that
Cause Ruthless done fixed that
(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)
Fuck peace
I'm outta here

FREEDOM OF SPEECH

[ KM.G ]
Yo, what's happenin, man?
Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak
They say we on a negative tip
What's up?

[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]
Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual
It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial
Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch
It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much
D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it
That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme
That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin
(KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin
Now what's really known as a radio cut?
When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck)
I really think you wanna hear it
But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it
Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech
Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion
To make your own decision, now that's baloney
Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney
Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person
I got to rhyme for the white or the black person?
Why can't it all be equal?
Music is a universal language for all people
I better get off the rebellious tip
Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip
I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin
Givin you a dope style
Keepin me on top of the pile
Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation
And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station
Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind
Sink in your mind, creep from behind
So fast that you won't have time
To deny a brother that's from the streets
Tryin to teach, hopin to reach
Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach
But I wish for each to have freedom of speech

(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)

[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]
They'll milk you to make it understood
They make it good, so that it taste real good
To you, so see, you fall right in it
Your minds are small, they feed you like infants
Like children they'll bring you along
They say we're wrong for makin a rap song
But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam
Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn
Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business
Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin
Me, I get wild every rhyme I release
Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace
Cause violence is somethin that happens in society
When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go
But peace, I think we all want peace
But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach
Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat
See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech

(Congress shall make no law
Respecting an establishment of religion
Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof
Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press)

[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]
Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck
Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck)
Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout
And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out
Cause in the early days when rap first began
Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end
But nowadays I hear song after song
And it proved to me that the fool was wrong
So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside
It's time for the people to realize
About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide
When they know we just strive to survive
(The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break)
But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways)
Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about
'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out
You got to give your child credit for what he can do
Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you
Rap music, a form of literature
Words and verbs and adjectives
Painted up like a picture
Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha
And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha
(Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation)
So strong that it's keepin the pace, and
We will speak out on any situation
But while we're doin
Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech

[ KM.G ]
Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that
Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys
That got freedom of speech
Yo, Cold 187
Ice Cube
MC Ren
The deadly Dr. Dre
Eazy-E
The G-o M-a-c-k
Total Koss housin thangs
Ruthless in the muthafuckin house
Yo, to my homie D.O.C.
And Laylaw with the clout
And we out

GAME WRECK-ONIZ-IZ GAME

[Intro: Eazy-E]
Alright, this shit is fly
I know Dre didn't do the motherfucker, but you know what? !
This shit ain't right unless I'm rappin' on this motherfucker

[Total K-Oss:]
You got somethin' for it nigga, what's up?

[Eazy-E:]
You goddamn right, I got somethin' for it
Matter fact, I got the motherfucker right here in my pocket
Give me a motherfuckin' beat

[Total K-oss:]
Alright, let's do this shit

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-ass shit
Welcome to the E's bottomless pit
Where I play the mothafuckin' executioner
Thinkin' the devious things of a murderer
Yes, the menace of all menaces back in the Guinness
Book of Records for smokin' motherfuckers, you see
Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E
And I'm kickin' the Chronic on this ATL LP
So one motherfuckin, two motherfuckin, three
All you punk bitches better respect me as a G
Cause I got the dope sack, without a motherfuckin' doubt
And when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth
Kickin' that gangster shit, boy, it pays
And if you got the Buddah, then motherfucker blaze
And hit it for the city of Compton
Shouts goes out to those who remain foes
Cause I like to be the motherfuckin' underdog
And if we got beef [bullets spraying sound] leap like a frog
I used to be the quicker picker upper bitch
But I took recess and it's time to rip shop
By the way I gotta earn my dap
And it's always on if a nigga wanna scrap
And you don't stop

[Kokane:]
Well alright

[Break: Cold 187um talking]
Yeah yeah, that was cool E
Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin', man
Before he step off
You know what I'm sayin
Yeah, kick it

[Verse 2: Kokane]
Ah... dibby-dibby soundbwoy, dibby-dibby soundbwoy
Ready to catch you dibby-dibby-dibby sound-
It's like heary, heary, come one, come all
Kokane is servin' suckers at the players balls
If you come up [? ], you will get blasted
A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket
Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit
We can go raggamuffin' or get into some G shit
We'll take the gun or we kick the flavor
Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor
And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches
I make a quick stop to collect from my many bitches
After bitches, they do my every deed
It's like some sell pussy, some sell coke, some sell weed
What you need, what you want I can supply
I got the new improved shit that's guaranteed to get you high
Yo, there's no same to my game, my name is Kokane
I'm pimpin' bitches in the church, preachin' God's work
But I'm the smartest thing to quit around
So put your money in a basket and pass the motherfucker down
Sayin' what King James wrote
And I'm a give you the Holy Ghost for a motherfuckin' c-note
Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari
I said, 'Hallelujah, oh the Lord gave it to me'
Knowin' that a nigga is motherfuckin wrong
I go the choir singin' that sad song

[Break: DJ Total K-Oss]
Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick Nigga

[KM.G:] Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this motherfucker

[DJ Total K-Oss:]
Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level
Also nigga, must remain Above The Law

[Verse 3: KM.G]
Nigga, Cali' comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx
(Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up jumbs for punks)
I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens
But you know, the nigga had to run it, if you know what I mean
Cause I'm Jack, the motherfuckin' Tripper
And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'm a have to pull a clip-per
And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami
Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy
Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up
A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped
I pull a heater on a nigga if the shit gets deep
That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace
Too all the G's and Mackaronies
From the City of Angels jackin' phonies
Elect me two weeks, smoke Buddha for breakfast
White folks in pintos and niggas get Lexus
Check this, the hoe-tamin, macadamian
Much, much gamin, works and the fame and
Too much dicks for one hoe, sometimes a nigga gotta sling it
So the rich bitches gangbangin'
The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section
Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection
Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began
Except a nigga got a little more ends

[Verse 4: Cold 187um]
Since I'm the last nigga, I'm the soul survivor
I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders
I made a promise to myself that when you hear me
Kick the gangsta shit [? ] though hear what makes a sucker fear me
As for the bitches, well I don't have time
Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme
So skip to the lool, my baby, more bounce to the ounce
Cause I don't wanna be the one with a bitch that try to take my bank account
Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp
But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp
Cause temptation probably killed some of my homies
Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies
If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great'
If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape
But I'm sorry this approached you cause I'm not the average Joe
That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more
So I kick it like a homo nigga
They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger
Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me?
Bitch, yeah, you all on my dick tryin' to gank me and my homies
But you know you never gets none
Because if gankin's bein' done I be the motherfuckin' one
From the East Coast, the West Coast
Now tell me who's the best coast? !
Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators
Who comes first, yo, and who comes later
Cause I always got my bulletproof vest, y'all
Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all
You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all
And there's the suckers out there [? ] to the rest, y'all
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga that's hailed from the west
And I'm smokin' motherfuckers like Elliot Ness
Yeah, and you don't stop

GORILLAPIMPIN

[Intro/Chorus: Cold 187Um]
Wherever we go, another player whore
From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin'
We still pimpin'
We keep the whores the Ghetto Stars
We're sippin' Caviar
From city to city, we still Gorilla pimpin'
We still pimpin'

[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Sometimes I have a whole modern bullshit on my mind
Sometimes I sit and write hype rhymes time after time
About these hoochies, about these hookers, about these hoodrats
Bitch you disrespect that, Bitch you'll get your headcracked
Now, pay your tribute to B.C.G. (Pimp - Clinic - Gang)
Yo, and bow down cause we roll through
Cause I was half melabo with this bitch from Hundred Noo-Noo
You should've seen what she wants to do
She wants to do it from the Livin' Room to the Kitchen
I mean all up in the cabinets, bread conditions
Yo, now let me tell you somethin, this is how you break a whore:
Tell what she wanna hear, take where she wanna go
And when it gets real good to them
You gotta treat them like you don't even ahh care for them
Yo, yo, that's a tactic, you call it psychology
We are from the Pimp Clinic, we call it pimpology
And we pimped on like them Rolling Stone makin' hits
All up in the traffic, yellin' fuck the bitch
Yo, on that for reala my nigga
Yo, cause when I pimps, I pimps like a Gorilla, yeah

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Km.G]
Pimp Clinic Gang Bandanna, hang with my Banana
Banana be in my clip, A.K. - set trip
Keep Clinic mingle, peep the new single
Flossy pimp nigga, peep cap when I hit you with the mental
Carvan cause the whores look good to me
They spit light too, I was hookin' up their wig
Now, they be sterned up, and they got their mack up
Come on, here me speadin' love as I get my grind on the Microphone
Slide you on the homie's Benz, been some of the homie's ends
Hell of conversation with you and the friend
I never lied to you, just so I can slide to you
Check it out, let me show you the view
And continue, to smell good and look good
And still be chasin' them hoodrats, like a nigga should be
With a hell of a Chronic Sack, with my fat ass Gat
Yeah, nigga has got a Low-Rider, plus, I mobs with the Rottweiler
Chronic sow the whores follower
What or Why? - cause that's what I wanna do
Click with my ignorant, Pimp Clinic pregnant

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Enuff]
I'm a type of nigga that causin' a gang of drama
Oppose it, chillin', see I'm all up in your baby's mamma
Fools, get trippin' like they're royal
But see half of these bitches can't spell the word LOYAL
I run deep with a gang of killers
So if it's static, we better come for reala
I said: trust no whore til the day you die
And don't be sown your soul just saved because you suicide
I hit the A.C. as I roll through Kila
California On the turn of way to Pomona
To make peace with my kinfolks, metanade on some hell of a smoke
I keep real like I used to do on the street
Cause still water is runnin' deep
And if you really wonder how I fill up
Can't nobody get by a Gorilla

[Verse 4: Kokane]
Ugh, we run game on you whores and start to finish
Now, it's the good, the bad and the pimpish
Now, why would I run down the hood to fuck one girl
When I can creep down the hill and fuck them all
Ugh, I know this pinky P-Y-T, so young, so sweat
She was only Seventeen
At one of my shows, kickin' it backstage
You know them young ass bitches never at the age
She whispered in ear: do you wanna fuck?
This young bitch made my dick hits, called up on my nuts
My? is ticklin, this bitch kept on minglin'
She gave the pussy and in my ride she wants to be a singer
Promises, promises, I taped that ass and kicked the bitch up out my S-Class
And on my dashies I say: Pimpin' Ain't Easy
I can't kick it around the bitch that got no rhyme with me, ugh

[Chorus]

HUSTLERS

Above The Law

Let me start it off, 'cause I'm a player
Fade into part two, I'm the number-one ho layer
A mack, a player, and a pimp
Something much stronger than your average drink
Now correct me if I'm wrong, I'm like moonshine
Take a sip of my rhyme and I take over your mind
'Cause I don't think like the average thinker
Call me the nightstalker of your neighbourhood headshrinker
187 is like a megablast
I take too many names, I kick too much ass
K.M.G, the number-one mack daddy
Eatin' chicken like a motherfucker, rollin' in my Caddy
With my brim cold bent to the side
I bump and slide
Go mack in the back, 187 to the side
Street Pilgrims pioneering the land
Above the law status with a gat in my hand
A mind designed like Frank Nitty
Livin' large on the mike, doin' damage for the city
The city of toners which is known as L.A.
Where the hustlers hustle and the ballers play
We got the dope beats from the homeboy Dre
And it had to be done (How?) the Ruthless way
187, what's up?, what do we do at our show
We wear black on black with the locs and the romeos
Start stepping, unload my mike weapon
We say it's fittin', you think it's hittin'
K.M.G means knowledge most greatly
Some people love me, most people hate me
In other words, I kick my gift
Do you be sleeping, K.M.G?
Nah, I don't drift
I lounge or lay 'cause suckers take advantage
Yo, what do we do?
Yo, we doin' damage
'Cause we not punks, fools, sissies, or busters
And the way that we live is
Like hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

I used to sell big lleyo on the block
Remember all the hardheads, getting all the hard knocks
I started with Gs and then I moved to keys
And at this point my life went with ease
In other words, my pockets was thick
I didn't worry about the Feds, I was checking the mic.
Pull a swoop to Farouk, got dressed to please
Got the crib pimped out so that the bitches flee'd
I bought a ride, a white Corvette
So I can do a ghost move when it's time to jet
When I was nineteen, I was on my own
Hooked up big connections on my mobile phone
At home, or maybe on my person
To clock big G's I'd be definitely certain
To live the lifestyle, the luxury, the freaks, the frills
Yo, you was livin' kinda large
On the real-deals was bein' made
Suckers was gettin' sprayed
In other words, we was gettin' paid
Like hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

Let me proceed 'cause I got the green light
For the numero uno 87 it must be hype
For now, let me lay the cards on the table
So you can figure out who's worried or stable
I max and tax and relax and stack Gs
Stick that to the facts, that's why I crack them with ease
Please get off the convoy, I think you're confused
When you cross, I told you you'd get tossed and you lose
Now A-b-o-v-e-L-a-w to some people now that spells trouble
But we're not a group promoting violence
But when it comes to speakin' the real, I won't be silent
Speak all reality when I'm on the mike
So you don't have to run and have a stereotype
See, see 'cause stereotypes will make you dumb
So kick back and listen, yo, to the knowledge that's brung
See the law has provided me, the K.M.G
That's complex with the style but done easily
Pitch a picture if I have to, you know why
I'm undercover doin' dirt I'm a hell of a spy
Now me, 187, is a detonator
More deadly than a hand grenade
Much harder than a fool to fade
Not a forty, not a quart or six-pack
Me, K.M.G, Total K-OSS, and Go Mack
'Cause I unload my weapon with force
Yeah, I'm never detected, I get respected
As a baller, a player, or a pimp
Yo, pass me the forty, I commence to dent
A sissy soft sucker with no title
Unplug the machine 187 is vital
Like a Beretta with a megaclip
With a silencer on it with the hollow point tip
But that is our business, on that we won't dwell
We make records for you to look, listen, and tell
Tell your ma, tell a friend, tell a fool, or a jerk
Till them K.M.G people started to put it to work
Like Hustlers

Livin' like hustlers

JUST KICKIN'

[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin on

[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]
See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat
I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete
I go into a state of mind that I very seldom enter
To put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the center
Understand, I'm not the greatest
Above the Law is always funky fresh and we will never be the latest
Look at that, we're two steps ahead of you
I just simply get up on the mic and do what some MC's are scared to do
Go for the gusto, if so
Yo, I keep my hat cut low
I'm a friend, not a foe
A pro, as a artist
Give my hardest as the farthest
That'll take it up the ladder
See, it really doesn't matter
Cause oppositions I will scatter
This I call rhymin, yo, not chitter-chatter
Like Malcolm X, see, I be takin a stand
A man with the plan makin you dance
On the dancefloor, more
Of a new style that's worth your while
It's from Pamona
So you know I had to lay this shit on ya
Hit the switch, then rewind this shit
Grab a 40 ounce and go mack to a bitch
Now ladies - please don't be offended
Because my lifestyle is hustlin, and see, I'm in it to win it
Yo, what could I possibly be sayin
Man, when I do it like that?

[ Dr. Dre ]
Just kickin lyrics
[ KM.G ]
Dope lyrics
Funky lyrics
Unlawful lyrics
Yo, drop your lyrics

[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]
See, I'm livin large, I clock dollars from day to day
And on the weekend go out for some play
I'm like ballin with the untouchable HBC
Real brothers that are down with me
And if I call on em, you're gonna pay the cost
Because they're puttin out contracts for you to get tossed
Muffled, broke on, we throw you in the river
Cement shoes, so that you sink much quicker
Cause me, I gotta have it, one way or the other
I'm takin out your family, your sister and your mother
And your brother, undercover I got to keep ass clean
And when the shit goes down I'm nowhere to be seen
You know - what could I possibly mean, Dre?

[ Dr. Dre ]
Just kickin lyrics
[ KM.G ]
Dope lyrics
Untouchable lyrics
Notorious lyrics
Yo, a true baller at hand

[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]
Now see, I have to break it down like on a funky tip
So you don't wanna slip or trip or maybe go overboard
You can't afford to ignore this style
Above the Law steady housin em, change the dial
I don't smile, I always keep a serious face
So if this beat is that funky, why don't you pump up the bass?
And fall into the groove like you're supposed to
But not too deep, because we got another show to do
This is dedicated to my brothers and sisters
The white, the black, and all the hip-hop listeners
One nation stayin under a groove
Above the Law's pure in it to win it, we don't lose
I'm not a new jack that smoke crack, don't play me like one
87's got the power, if you wanna, come get some, son
I think your status is weak, you'll never compete
But I don't have to sweat it, cause my posse's just too deep
Yeah, we kick ass and take names and remain the same
We live large while you sit and complain
I have to break it down to all the people I know
>From L.A., New York, Detroit and Chicago
Oh, I can't forget Dallas and D.C.
Miami, Florida, St. Louis and Philly
But back to the subject of rockin and jockin
Makin it funkier than funky, keepin you hyper than hype
Makin you hot, so hot you wanna drop to your knees
Make the whole damn nation catch a deadly disease
Cause when I rhyme, I makes a killin
And if you haven't seen our show, you don't know the feelin
(Word) that's all I gotta say
I'm just smooth kickin lyrics

[ KM.G ]
Unlawful lyrics
Dope lyrics

[ Cold 187um ]
Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s
[ KM.G ]
Yo, and the Illustrator KM.G knowledge
Goin out to my deejay K-oss and Go Mack

KALIFORNIA

[Intro: Cold 187]
Yeah... want to give a shout out to all my niggas out there
In the westcoast... on the westcoast...
Yeah... yeah... uhh...
Yo... I got to give a shout out to pomona...
Got to give it in south central, watts, compton, long beach
But for now... KMG won't you spit... spit... spit... for em

[Verse 1: KMG]
Mothafuckas don't get mad
Cause calis kinda fly
We be the gangsta town
The niggas that like to stay high
The land of big diamonds ya'll
Palm trees lowriders and moviestars
Where fools be mobbin with the real
Original where jackin is an art
Punk niggas get they caps pilled
And the hoes ain't scared to show they bodies
They wear the fly shit and freaks the set parties
Gave it up and the hoes wearin baggy shit
They the world why niggas got'em pussy whip
They got niggas goin to pins got niggas stealin [? ]
For friends for foes for shows and more hoes
Cause it costs a grip to live on the westcoast
Cause we be flossin
We leave the world a commadose
It's all about the paper here
So hear my dear
So roll me up a little chronic
Cause LA got the byonic

[Chorus:]
See ya got to have hot
To live in cali ya'll
You got to have the fly shit
To live in cali ya'll
It's gonna cost you a grip
To live in cali ya'll
Ya see the hoes be legit
When you live in cali ya'll

[Verse 2: Kokane]
They say it never rains in southern california
That's what they tell me
G's with the big bank [? ] why you play us
Livin it up just to be a hoe player
All westcoast californ
We got them runnin in flocks
Now freddies dead
But the [? ] super chicken
Got you hit to the dope spot
And like KMG
They said them hoes be trippin
Cause bitches be settin a nigga up
When you off flossin
Still tossin
Yeah I'm bout to make bread
Wake up in the mornin
Found a mothafuckin bullet in my head
But it's alright
If yo games hook up tight
And in the summer time
Riders on corners
I wish you all can be california
Ya save up all
Went from slang dope
To get a fly ride [? ]
Still funkin on them switches for the bitches
This is off the west all
They call me Mr flossy
Dolla dolla bill ya'll

[Chorus]

[Cold 187 talking] (KMG background)
Yeah... And that's the westcoast anthem cali style boy
(straight up straight up)
Yo yo... (the [? ] we be like flossin main)
Yo you want me to set it off... let me set it off for them... uhh

[Verse 3: Cold 187]
It's the first of the mouth
And I just came up
I'm headin to the shop to put some rims on my truck
Yeah... and you know I'm like cold on them hoes
Cause I'm rollin in a black on black 4 54
It's time for me to check my connect
So I could be on deck
Before them fiens get they county checks
I left about 11:15
I spotted this fly fly cutey
In some [? ]
And you know I'm on them gold ones
So here she come... here she come...
Here she mothafuckin kitty come
All shit it's Sabrina from cavina
I hope she don't remember that I toss her cousin tina
Uhh... she probably care anyway
Cause bitches up in cali got game for days
She needed I ride to the mail
I said stall
I got shit to do
I ain't got no time to be fuckin with you
Uhh... and plus do I look like a cab
Turn the alpine up then I slam
It was hot like a mothafucka
Headed to the store
Saw a couple little homies kickin it at the front door
They say yo... hook us up main
Bought em a 40
For me I got a tall can
I said peace
Don't be trippin little comrades
But the shit be [? ] bout my own [? ]

[KMG:]
Yeah... cause we O hit
To bring you the fly shit
To make you feel pressure
Cause cali could test ya
Comrades still bangin
My niggas still bangin
And there's a whole lot of niggas still movin yayin

[Cold 187:]
Because it's highly compatible to come up
Ya got to have hard ache
Ya got to have a lot of luck
So if I hear you sayin cali ain't shit
Yo... you probably visited the valley little bitch...

KILLAZ IN THE PARK

Artist: Above the Law f/ MC Ren
Album: Time Will Reveal
Song: Killaz in the Park
Typed by: dy_face@hotmail.com

(*Helicopter propeller turning*)

[Intro: Crime Scene Investigation]
[FBI Agent] Okey, what we have here?

[CIA Agent] We have a 187 black male
Fictim at approximately 18 years of age..
Gun shot wounded to the head...
Looks like he is been dead approximately 2 hours

[FBI Agent] uha

[CIA Agent] when we received a phone call, quite sometime ago....
But you know how it is when people have to come down here
Into the Park
Now, don't nobody wanna come down here..

[FBI Agent] yeah, were any witnesses stepped forward?

[CIA Agent] Shit!!, witnesses down in this mothafucker?!
Who the fuck is goin' to come forward down here?!

[FBI Agent] Okey, well, let's get this area tapped off
Let's move these fuckin' people back outta the way, behind the tape
Let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here
And pick up this mothafuckin' dead body

[CIA Agent] I want all you mothafuckers get the move from this shit
Everybody get back, everybody get back
Aiy you.. you.. you.. yeah
Take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please
Okey, man, there's always a killin' in the park

(*Helicopter propeller turning*)

[Chorus: some girl]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[KM.G]
Watch out young bro'
Now watch me get gain
wait let me tell you about this little spot
Where we check by the black Ray
yeah, it's servin, straight claimin' killers in the park
Put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock
If you look up in the ride
You'll see Regals, colorists, Foes, Treys and a big fat black Duly
Like posted Hundred Spokes for my folks, and a case of Hennessy
A couple of pounds of this stinky tree
A few rats with mobile phones to keep calling us y'all
To let us know when it's on
Even rollin' chick inside worse and worst got beef
Dwellin, while we still drug sellin'
But you don't hear that shit from me...Oooh baby please
What y'all know about killers in the park?
That's the drum sound 40 felons holdin' ground
And I aid acrossed you by the little B.G.'s-> Ghetto Boys
Cause y'all couldn't see this
They will known the enemies, straight provin'
They help us with that chicken movin'
Nine times outta ten
We tell them meet us at the park after the dark
To see where your nuts at
20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they backs, fully automatic
My people is totin' Simi, smellin, lightin' a gang weed
Leavin' niggaz start to fear us in the park

[MC Ren]
Niggaz in the Park

[Chorus: some girl]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[MC Ren]
Nigga who in the fuck you think you're talkin' to?
Nigga you won't remember shit when you come through, out your coma
It's Compton and Pomona
Killers in the park, from Cali' to Arizona
You can't walk through the park, niggaz crazy after the dark
Keep your hand on your gun, or nigga you'll be on the run
Niggaz camoflauged in the night
Packin' Desert Eagles and 22's, nigga fuck the fight
And fuck them police, that be thinkin' they slick
With they headlights on, tryin' to creep, they can suck a fat dick
Take your pig in the Pimp Clinic
Stay your ass out the park cause these crazy niggaz be off in it
But I see you niggaz there sellin' yay
Hittin' switches with your bitches every mothafuckin' day
So beware of the killers in the park
And get your ass on before it gets dark, ugh, niggaz

[Chorus: some girls]
It's all like everyday, if you on some date
Or if you want some gun play
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park
If it ain't that the right time of the day
I think you better walk around out my way
Straight killers in the park
Straight killers in the park

[Cold 187Um]
We got to watch your back for the po-po's
Creepin' up out Suburb-os
Comin' on up the creep
For your works and your heap
Deepest seekin' can get.. I gives the fuck about the One Time
They just another player heater tryin' to take mine
Yo, we're regulatin' to buck them dawn to dusk
So if the one time comes, stash your gauge they'll shut the fuck up
Cause they be comin' with that Black-Killing-Black
You better watch your back because the streets full of that
Thinkin' into myself, yeah, I'ma dump mothafucker
Got me y'all looks a failure
Tryin' to act like ain't doin' nothin'
But 'til the minute I slipped
yo, they'll be all up in my mamma house trippin' and shit
It's like my homie used to say: if it gets that deep
You got to put the mothafuckers to sleep
And make the park much more unsafer
Cause dumb shit, comin' between me and my paper
Who that be in the park gettin' rolled up?
It be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up
Yo, he ain't the homie, so we gained cheque
It ain't personal, nigga, it's respect
Yo, if I ain't bout the swings, I'm on the basketball court
I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki shorts
Junkies come and call me lil' boot camp
I'm goin' to see now, I'ma screamin' New child
Yeah, beaper goin' off like the mug man, it's 9-1-1 man
Stash the dough, they bout to roll man
I just served then I ain't this trick
Uhh, now we're gettin' restore quick
I turned around and said fool you'se the snitch
I shot him and that junky-Ass-Bitch
I'ma killer from the park
(*pow*)