Lyrics: Cold One Eighty Seven um ...
(mc ren's answering machine)
Yeah, who dis?
(cold187um)
Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up?
(mc ren answering machine)
What up niggas, what's happenin? yeah, check this out
I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap
I'll get back, peace
(cold187um)
What up niggas, what's happenin? yeah, check this out
It's hutch man, whats up?
(mc ren)
Yo whats up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, nigga
(cold)
Hey i don't know, man, i'm just sayin man, i was just callin
To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down
(mc ren)
Hey, what's up dog? hey nigga what time is man?
(cold)
Nigga i'm about to rest, dog
(mc ren)
Man, what you talkin about,
I was at that mother****ing studio nigga, all night
(cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, nigga, something man, do something
(mc ren)
Hey, hey nigga what you gonna do
(cold)
Aw, aw its like ren, ren what's up?
Aw nigga gonna hang up on a nigga, bullshit
(mc ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While i drop bullshit that have your mind turnin black
Nigga i break god damn necks, when i drop verses
And blind your sight, from the bullshit that i recite
Live from compton it's saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause i don't play that bullshit
Niggaz you know i ain't no mother****ing comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigga islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a nigga,
But that bullshit don't be workin
When i'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and mother****-made-niggaz get they caps peeled
When i walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know niggas act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, mother****er you
I'm walkin with my niggaz,
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my bullshit gets deep
(cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more bullshit, represent to the fullest
Everytime that i'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go
Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
Cause i hate flossers and i hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and i hate laggers
On the real, niggaz be wanna free kick it pass
So they can beat your mother****ingt, and jack your ass
I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the tech ren, so i can show 'em
That i'm not to be trusted, and not to be ****ed with
And definately not that mother****ing they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough
I shoot they whole ****ing set up
And don't say i didn't warn ya
It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate keeper
Cause where i'm from, the mother****ingt gets deeper
(mc ren)
My mother****ingt gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My mother****ingt is too deep,
Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new niggaz
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out mother****ingt yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack nigga shit out my window
Cause rarely do i see mother****az that be comin with that funky ass shit
That make you say goddamn ay, go shoot a mother****a down,
But here comes that black mother****er that they call ren
Makin mother****az go and act crazy again
Mother****az be ****ing fools for the hell of it
Some down old mother****az better not come this way
Cause i just don't give a ****, cause i get in a baby gangsta mode
Mother****er slappin mother****az with my fist
Cause i insist i'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
Killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats
Me and my mother****az come and get your ass
Then me and my mother****az beat up on that ass
Cause me and my mother****az, mother****ing love the creep
When the mother****ing gets deep, it gets deep