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  • 作词 : Ragovoy, Schroeder
    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 ******t?
    [KM.G]
    Alright
    Once again, a black ****** named KM.G
    And now it's time to drop some real pimpin ******t
    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 ******t was put down
    Yo, 187
    (What's up, man?)
    Yo, this ******t is flowin
    (Mutha****** 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 **** 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 ******t, 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 ******t 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 ****** 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 mutha******a 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
    Puni******n punk mutha******as on the 12-gauges
    I call on K-oss
    Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners
    ****ness 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 ******s with attitudes
    You ain't got it like that
    Cause Ruthless done fixed that
    (Hey yo, what happened to peace?)
    ****** peace
    I'm outta here
  • 作词 : Ragovoy, Schroeder
    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 ******t?
    [KM.G]
    Alright
    Once again, a black ****** named KM.G
    And now it's time to drop some real pimpin ******t
    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 ******t was put down
    Yo, 187
    (What's up, man?)
    Yo, this ******t is flowin
    (Mutha****** 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 **** 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 ******t, 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 ******t 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 ****** 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 mutha******a 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
    Puni******n punk mutha******as on the 12-gauges
    I call on K-oss
    Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners
    ****ness 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 ******s with attitudes
    You ain't got it like that
    Cause Ruthless done fixed that
    (Hey yo, what happened to peace?)
    ****** peace
    I'm outta here