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  • 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, because you ain't legit
    You got a ****ed 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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)
  • 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, because you ain't legit
    You got a ****ed 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** 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)