[ 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 hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
