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