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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Hehehe, these are my words to my first born...
(2Pac) Can you picture, young niggaz in a rush to grow Til hard timers in the pen, had to crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game The feds and the punk, po - lice pointin pistols at my brain I wonder if I'm wrong cause I'm thugged out My homies murdered execution style runnin in the drug house What was supposed to be a easy hit - now shit is flipped Cause niggaz died over bullshit - it's not my dream I'm seein pictures of a broken man, no witnesses Only the questions of who smoked the man, young adolescents In our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical We hobble through these tryin times, livin blind Lord help me with my troubled soul Why all my homies had to die 'fore they got to grow? And right before I put my head on the pillow, say a prayer one love To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned Help you make it through the storm My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... My words to my first born (2Pac) Since my very first day on this earth, I was cursed So I knew, that the birth of a child would make my life worse And though it hurt me there was no distortion Cause wild seeds can't grow, we need more abortions Quiet your soul, cause you know what you had to do And so did victims of a world they never came to I understand it's a better day comin Sometimes cats be sleepin on the dead end Drivin with the car runnin blinded Ain't no love in the hood only hearts torn Love letters to the innocent and unborn All the babies that died up on the table Wasn't able to breathe, cause the family wasn't able Can't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got me walkin with my head down Flashin frowns wasn't meant to be, was I wrong? But I'll never get to know, so I carry on It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't born My words to my first born, feel me ... My words to my first born ... Mmm! (Yeah) These are the words to my first born ... Hey nigga talk to your born, talk to your seed nigga (Above the Law) Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla and this tilt (What else is it dawg?) The velvet and the silk, and makin sure my kittens got they milk (Hoo!) Gotta fill this mattress, let my kids know I'm at this Attack this, the Mack must roll, hood stroll Ain't no question is it? Above the Law hustlers If it's related to chips, homey we'll handle ya Yo... Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean They say money make the world go 'round So only 'ssociate yourself with paper chasers And niggaz that's truly down - and keep God first And give thanks for the good times, as well as when it hurts It's player haters every corner you hit Touchin their tits, hella thick, tryin to get you for yo' grip I know you stressed out and fed up But come out, gun - blazin, and keep yo' head up You can call it what you want to but it ain't gon' change Above the Law, 2Pac, O. G. 's in this rap game And we done lived a long hard life And we done shed so many tears under these bright lights Y'all, although we grew up, corrupted and scorned We still got a lot of wisdom, to give to our first born (2Pac) What you gon' tell your kids nigga? Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down? These my words to my motherfuckin first born So they can know, y'knahmean? Hehehe Ain't nuttin but a motherfuckin rider, Wessyde 'til I die That's all it was, it's a crooked - ass hand they deal a motherfucker I just played to win, just played to win Motherfucker gotta bet agains the odds... |
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from Pump Up The Volume (볼륨을 높여라) by Cliff Martinez [omnibus, ost] (1990)
[KM.G]
Yo, what's happenin, man? Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak They say we on a negative tip What's up? [VERSE 1: Cold 187um] Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin (KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin Now what's really known as a radio cut? When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person I got to rhyme for the white or the black person? Why can't it all be equal? Music is a universal language for all people I better get off the rebellious tip Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin Givin you a dope style Keepin me on top of the pile Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind Sink in your mind, creep from behind So fast that you won't have time To deny a brother that's from the streets Tryin to teach, hopin to reach Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach But I wish for each to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [VERSE 2: Cold 187um] They'll milk you to make it understood They make it good, so that it taste real good To you, so see, you fall right in it Your minds are small, they feed you like infants Like children they'll bring you along They say we're wrong for makin a rap song But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin Me, I get wild every rhyme I release Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace Cause violence is somethin that happens in society When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go But peace, I think we all want peace But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [VERSE 3: Cold 187um] Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck) Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out Cause in the early days when rap first began Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end But nowadays I hear song after song And it proved to me that the fool was wrong So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside It's time for the people to realize About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide When they know we just strive to survive (The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break) But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways) Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about 'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out You got to give your child credit for what he can do Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you Rap music, a form of literature Words and verbs and adjectives Painted up like a picture Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha (Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation) So strong that it's keepin the pace, and We will speak out on any situation But while we're doin Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech [KM.G] Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys That got freedom of speech Yo, Cold 187 Ice Cube MC Ren The deadly Dr. Dre Eazy-E The G-o M-a-c-k Total Koss housin thangs Ruthless in the muthafuckin house Yo, to my homie D.O.C. And Laylaw with the clout And we out |
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from Above The Law - Legends (1998)
[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]
[Thunder and Lightning] [Piano playing] [Break: Spanish ad libs] [Cold 187Um] this is how it's goin' down across town, yeah [Verse 1: Cold 187Um] In life we have good times Like rolling in a Chevy in the high palm trees As we see Erika and Kasha give us nothing but props As we sip on fine Remi like there's no tomorrow We run into bad times Bad times meaning When you look on your porch to pick up your package There's a couple of extra UPS men That aren't normally there when you pick up your package Sad young player, I feel your pain Seems our downfall has been a game Sad times Sad times meaning When you go gold Oh yes, you yourself do go gold Do go platinum But 75% of the work you do Was created by someone who wants 100% of your publishing Nothing's in your name You're not really a player in the game But the whole world seems to think that you're Some type of role model Some type of act to follow I say those who follow those under false pretenses Shall suffer the ultimate devastation Devastation meaning While you've investing your time in being Mister Bigshot Someone's contemplating on trying to take The treasures that you think you got It's a tangled web Life is God bless those who have one to give Someone asked me Do I like the life that I have? I said yes The good, the bad, and the sad So welcome And thank you... [Break] [Music playing] [Outro: Cold 187Um Talking] This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind And with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time |
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from Above The Law - Legends (1998)
[Verse 1: KM.G]
If it ain't about the chips, I ain't 'bout the stress That's why I stay dipped behind limousine tint With a fly hooker, and a fly hookup 'Bout to bend the corner where K-oss cook up, yeah Four tight-Ass-Chevys, linked at the spot Pancaked and hot Chariots await, for the homies call That'll twist 'n grip, K Mr U-Haul and fuck the fifty boys you see Plus they ain't thinkin' 'bout the P.C.G Trouble man like Marvin Come humble with the bumble Legs on stumble, lay the Glock on the table, now Nigga, is you able to be my price Or nigga, is you able to roll them dice? Nah, but I see your ass trickin' tonight at the club Bitches hittin' your ass for dubs Yeah, I got beef with Bumpy, beef with the Grimmys Two little bitches, careers all finished I'm laughing at that ass with my homie Tow-Truck Kurt Just put in work on your turf, nigga G for it, and I'm ready for that rap shit To capture all the scrill record deal could bring to me Hennessy, diamond link, too many freaks Asshole naked at the chateau on the beach It's a hold up, with a L.A. flavour You get rolled up with your bitch ass behaviour That's the L.A. vibe... [Verse 2: Cold 187um] I'm like the grill on a '64 Chevy, I'm classic Have your bitch sayin' "Hutch, we kinda tight," Push a SE 400 with the ?? Niggaz get scared when I bring the pain I'm a legend, you could check the scrapbook Snitches and player-hating bitches, gettin' shook Got to lay law, when I say it's time to lay Got to pay up, when I say it's time to pay Because you don't really wanna see me and my kinfolk Hanging out the window, with the toolie "pow" We comes deep like the waters in heavy soup We got it sewed up every block, every avenue Uh, that's the L.A. vibe... [Chorus x4: KM.G] It's the L.A. vibe [Outro x2: KM.G] See I mash up the block, I love my turf And players can hate for what it's worth I twist what I can just to stay alive cause that's the L.A. vibe [Echoes] |
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from Above The Law - Legends (1998)
Featuring yukmouth
(k.m.g.) seems never, no hesitation for my frustration i feel the years that i'm facin', so it's here money track, i'm lacin' with that gothic lifestyle that i'm used to, voodoo, bent back with a bag of gumby and the hindu. twelve playas, way, beyond control lookin' for two or three bustas that done sold they soul see my name is k.m.g. (whoop whoop), do ya know me? i think ya lightweight like your see-through homies hold this, while i smoke this, make you focus on the pistol & the chrome and the homie fly as, california born. we shake down, at the calabasas home, and when we throw a gathering, ohh baby it's on. see we, shake off the bustas, we got the cops checkin', come down on imitators with they fake jail records. yea, we use our method, our soul searching method, and when we on the block after dark you might catch it. disrespected? never that. cali west coast bellin', check out all my homies with they colors (blue and red, much love) mi amigos, i got my homies daring ya, moody lifestyle mid from the bay area. we like anderson, come ask for free, soul searching with that nigga k.m.g, (k.m.g.) soul searching with that nigga k.m.g. homie, (k.m.g.) you don't wanna fuck with me... (chorus x4) why can't you see the light? (yukmouth) nigga, i was raised in a house full of dope fiends, admiring ballers who sold cream, my street dream like nas, mansion and four car garage, keep trust in god with mob niggas in my enterouge. you see that's why could be for broads, i learned that from my pops when we used to mob the eldora-do, through the muthafuckin' projects, i guess it's in my blood, sometimes it seems like i'm next, to be a thug. and end up selling drugs like my father, or like my partner on the block, man, when i holler, squattin impalas slanging rocks, man, it don't stop, keeping the glock up in the cut cuz niggas know i, get sho' stopped for yo bread, niggas drop dead, of hot lead, "shot him up" that's what the cops said, a code red call the muthafuckin ambulance, could've ran but then again he never had a chance, for soul chasing... (chorus x4) |
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from Above The Law - Legends (1998)
[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 |
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from Above The Law - Time Will Reveal (1996)
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People came in by the load Encore, encore Ooh, love is strong People came in by the load Encore, encore [Verse 1: KM.G] Yeah y'all, I felt the need, I had to let you all know How Above The Law flow, we keep it funky gangster ratio Yeah, we taking our time, cause patience is a virtue Plus we ain't in a hurry to motherfuckin' hurt you peep, we checked in date of 1989 Intertwined with some chips to sign On the little dotted line It was lovely and the DeNiro was clean Different from the crack money, but green was green Fresh on the scene, niggaz didn't know the time, we enterprising But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist And make a hell of a mix Had the neighbourhood fiending like some junkies before a fix Halfa Cali' came to get with the source They did after we down, players could have they own choice Either rap singing, or even street singing It didn't make a difference, long as the funk you're bringing Everybody's down with the Pimp Clinic But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets And we be all up in that ass with the quickness The thickness, yeah Funkin the set from here to the east This is a player thing, this ain't no fucking bullshit Because we pull shit My name is KM.G, I'm from the Clinic and the Park You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways Straight cut the strays and live for better days Low ride, slide through the street, a real nigga ready to eat Rolling tough with the glock on my seat..... [Chorus:] People came ?? Encore, encore Ooh, love is strong People came in by the load Encore, encore [Verse 2: Cold 187Um] Yeah, now I done travelled round the world and said a million rhymes Like with N.W.A. back in '89 I put the C in the controversy in the industry Like Eazy-E and Ice-T yo, I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces I deal with new jacks on a way out basis I put it down with the true crew We leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through KM.G: "How many suckers you know?" Well, I know a whole truck full I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of any bullshit they tryin to pull Motherfuckers claim they hard And put in half the work, and did half the dirt Ain't even from the dirt What I would do if I was you is shut your fuckin' mouth cause we be moving keys while you're playin house I'm the original rap murderer See, I can beat your ass, rock the Mic Or fuck your girl on a good night cause from Pomona to S.C. I represent the real niggaz daddy, who ride with me Yo, on the real I got skills like a fifth degree black belt Plus I'm ten times more explicit than the Scult Niggaz making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP's Instead of being real and stacking G's Yo, uh, I'm like a fool at a house party If I'm heated, I fuck it up for e'rybody KM.G: "What's your name, nigga?" Oh you don't know, yo It's Mr.One Eighty Seven with my dick all in you hoe Yeah, if she wanna encore yeah, She won't know, it won't more..... [Chorus: till fade] People came ?? Encore, encore Ooh, love is strong People came in by the load Encore, encore |
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from Above The Law - Time Will Reveal (1996)
(feat. MC Ren)
[Helicopter propeller turning] [Intro: Crime Scene investigation] "Okey what we have here?" we have a 187 black male, fictim of possibly 18 years of age... gun shot wound to the head...... look like he is been dead of possibility 2 hours "uha" when we received a phone call quite sometime ago.... but you know how it's when people have to come down into the Park and don't nobody wanna come down here... "yeah, were any witnesses step forward?" Shit, witnesses down in this motherfucker? who's the fuck is gonna come forward down here... "Okey, well let's get this area tipped off let's move these fuckin people back outta the way, behind the tape let's get those cars outta here and get that car down here and pick up this motherfuckin dead body" I want all y'all motherfuckers get the move in this shit everybody get back, everybody get back hey you.. you.. you.. yeah take the, yeah, take the tape overthere, would you please Okey, man, it's always a killing in the park. [Hellicopter propeller turning] [Chorus: some girls] it's all like everyday, if you want some tray if you want some gun play straight killas in the park... straight killas in the park... if it ain't that right time of the day I think you better walk around the other way straight killas in the park... straight killas in the park... [Verse 1: K.M.G] watch young brother now watchin me get game well let me tell you about this little spot where we check by the block mate, yeah it's servin' straight claimin killas in the park put some out for my dead homies and my niggaz stuck to the rock if you look up in the ride you'll see this Regals, colorists, foes, trays and big fat black Doodle light posted hundred smokes for my folks, and case of Hennessy a couple of pounds of this stinky trees a few rats with mobile phone to keep calling the shit let's know when it's on even rollin chick inside worse and worst got beef dwellin, while we still drug sellin' but y'all don't heard that shit from me...Oooh baby please what y'all know about killas in the park that's the drums sound 40 felons holdin ground and I aid across you by the little B.G.'s-> Ghetto Boys cause y'all couldn't see this, they will known me enemies straight provin to help us with that chicken movin nine times outta ten we tell 'em meet us at the park at the dark to see where your nuts at 20 niggaz with straps, 20 more with they packs, fully automatic my people stalk to see me, smelling like a gang with me leavin niggaz start killings in the park... [MC Ren:] "Niggaz in the Park" [Chorus] [Verse 2: MC Ren] nigga who in the fuck you think you're talking to nigga you won't remember shit when come through, out your coma it's compton and pomona killas in the park from Cali' to Arizona you can't walk through the park, niggaz crazy of the dark keep your hand on the gun or nigga you'll be on the run niggaz camoflauged in the night packin Desert Eagles and 22's nigga fuck the fight and fuck them police that be thinkin they slick with they headlights on, tryin to creep, they can suck a fat dick take your pig in the pimp clinic stay your ass out the park cause this crazy niggaz be off in it but I see you niggaz there selling 'lley hitting switches with your bitches every motherfuckin day so beware of the killas in the park and get your ass on before it get dark, uhh niggaz... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Cold187Um] you got to watch your back for the po-po's, creepin up out suburb-os come on up the creep, for your works and your heap deepest think then can get.. I gets the fuck about the one time it's just another player heater tryin' to take mine yo, we regulate the buck them dawn to dusk so if the one time one, stash your gauge, you'll shut the fuck up cause they be comin with that black killing black you better watch your back because the streets full of pack think it to myself yeah I'ma dump motherfucker got me y'all off ??? tryin to act like ain't did nothin' but 'til the minute I slipped yo, they'll all up in my mamma house trippin this shit it's like my homies used to say if it gets that deep you got to put the motherfuckers to sleep and make the park once more won't safer cause dumb shit comin between we and my paper he that be in the park gettin rolled up? it be that nigga Short stopper sellin' cut up yo, he ain't the homie, so we can't check it ain't personal nigga it's respect yo, if I ain't part on swings, I'm in the basketball court I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki short junkies come and call me lil' boot camp I'm goin and see now, I'ma screamin New child yeah, big ball going off like the mugg man, it's 9-1-1 man stash the gold, take by the wrong man I just served then I ain't this trick uhh, now we gettin restart quick I turned around and said fool you're a snitch I shot him in his junky-Ass-Bitch I'ma killa from the park... [Pow] |
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from Above The Law - Time Will Reveal (1996)
[Intro: ColdUm 187 Talking]
You know, it's been ten years in the making And we working towards ten more years to come Puttin' it down with that serious hustle, you know what I'm sayin'? Above The Law, this is our world So while we up in here KM.G, why don't you set it off? [Verse 1: KM.G] Can y'all relate with this one, dwelling on the night before Waking up kinda salty on my homie K-OSS bathroom floor Picture this, 30 niggaz, Lexes, Benzes And at 12 'o clock, we gon' do it again And tell the world how the clinic must be toasted Forever low-riding, loving life, West coasted Jump into the shower, make sure the ass is clean Funky fresh A.T.L gear, you know what I mean? Pump my stereo, so Hutch, hit me by the studio Listen to my niggaz from the block, local demo, some Donna Karan, or Joe in the air When they mix with some chronic, those hookers don't care G.S.-ing while I'm thinking 'bout some hoe shit No question I'mma flip my funky flow shit I show shit Niggaz know the time, cause they killed a crime victim Yes, we choose the lick, get the homies Then we stick 'em, yeah Don't get mad because you bought a fake chicken Maybe next time, y'all can do the goddamn lickin' Oh yes, we spends your ends, and we spends it good We coppin' havin OG's in the hood With all the rats that you know And all the hookers that you used to go to school with, yeah They all count a fifth So relax and just chill and play the role And be another girl getting sexed in my world... [Chorus x2: KM.G] Do your stuff Play your game See your world See your world [Verse 2: ColdUm 187] So why don't you take a toke off the Endo And step into my world? Top down, on the side, double O as I hurl Situation's kinda sticky on the dove side So when I who ride, keep it on the love side Straight P-town player for life, I told you before Fool, I'm all-a-that, you better ask your hoe Cause she be knowing how the clinic patrol She be my top notch hooker when she on a stroll it's kinda cold, but if you put it in perspective Either you respect this, or either you get checked, bitch See I'm real, I'm realer than my triple gold 100 spokes Realer that the ?? that the Ese's quote So if you got the green eye with the triple beamer Call me up, I get you weight, I get you airtight ?Peruvia, I'm trying to her Caviar in a mansion,? I'm making moves, see I'm expanding Cause ain't nothing in this world like being broke I'd rather be standing on the other side of gunsmoke And see I never ever ever been to the curb I puts it down, I go for mine It's my world, for real... [Chorus x2: ColdUm 187] Do your stuff Play your game See your world See your world |
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from Above The Law - Time Will Reveal (1996)
(feat. Frost)
[Chorus:] Let me tell you something about the way we do it, where we from "In the City of Angels" We are from Los Angeles And no other city can handle us But if you think you could "Creep with me as I roll through the 'hood" [Verse 1: ColdUm 187] They always yelling out freeze When I'm on the back streets gettin' mine Dodging the law, dodging the chalk line And if y'all feel me I'mma keep it real for this episode Takin' you all into some critical overload What must I do to live in the City of Angels? Pack a full clip with one cocked in the chamber? "that's right" Cause it remains to be the same to me I gotta be an O.G like my daddy And my grandpappy Don't ever test mine Don't ever disrespect mine Better yet I tote a 'Tec in case you ever cross the line Yo, I'm like the crow Low down and dirty As I handle my business and as I take you on this journey It ain't no City Of Angels where I'm at It's just people playing get back and more get back Yo, a lot of drama on my block but I never stress Because I'm built like a Presidential Rolex A lotta people die over the red or the blue A lotta players hustle cause they got to But if I ever go out 'fore I'm supposed to go I'm goin' revenge myself like the Crow... [Chorus] [Verse 2: KMG] Welcome to the city of drag where my pants sag And my homies still reying on the flag Yeah, life starts to twist and turn And it hits you at another angle "That's right" Just some more drama in the City Of Angels Violence is brought forth through many years Broken memories, we cried so many tears Ooh the Devil plays the repo man And he's sucking up souls As fast as he can It ain't no question It's in our nature A 45 can bring out the criminal behaviour 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 the ritual And the feeling that you get is somewhat spiritual I'mma have to let you know how reality goes Make you fly like the Crow as you slide into limbo..... [Chorus] [Verse 3: Frost] I see the clock strike half past I'm movin' fast, quick to 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 finger's itchy 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 hoping 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 a pathological murderer that's in the zone I know the working, the spirit's lurking I'm hurting, the triple six with the kiss got my soul searching When I awoke I choked on a cloud of smoke It was a dream and in my dream, I seen a black crow... [Chorus x2] |
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from The N.W.A Legacy Volume 1 1988-1998 (1999)
[featuring n.w.a.]
yo d.o.c.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that (km.g) km.g will never be a trick step up to the mic like a baller then i pimp this gift that only i possess i illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest i'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple km.g has degrees from unity of south central i'm a graduate and it's all legit from the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit i have the mega balls in which i speak in a slang while i'm peeking it wit the g's from the ruthless gang ain't nuttin change but the weather like i said before 'cause i'm living like hustlers and i'm checking galore yo, i have to give it up to the d.o.c. a ruthless brother who's down wit the km.g so all hail to the niggas that's turning it out and maybe then, i'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth knowledge from one generation to another, perserve and then transmitted, get it, done the ruthless way, you know what i'm saying, so what's up dre (dr. dre) now i'm a swinger, i'm not a muthafuking singer but i bringa melody that always seems to ring a bell as well, let's make it so you can tell yo, it's coming from compton where the ballers dwell 'cause i'm dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda when i'm on the mic, i demand a little bit of time to express myself from ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that a nigga wit a muthafuking attitude you know the deal, kicking some real shit and if a sucker ever thinks he can get some yo, step off, i'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb but any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion then my dick starts top make an invasion but, yo, i can't go on because this is the end of my part on the last song real g from the streets, villianous when he speaks for all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real (mc ren) now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell down you fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down pulling the pulls, crotching the bull the weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so i guess that they're full of it, and i love it when i dress like a crook wit a "i don't give a fuck" look the villian was something nuff like a hero jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, i mean the zeros the rest of the 100 was sent to do what i say nwa and atl and we don't play the doc is doing it, oh, so correctly see, i broke it down for the ones who try to check me but i can't be check 'cause i'm the checker when you see a nigga wreck believe that i'm the wrecker the right and for the fight and the left will attend we're doing wrong, mc ren is on the last song from a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream the bitches fanasty, ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff (eazy-e) one muthafuking two muthafuking three it's the hip-hop thugster eazy-e so i grab the mic and then i clear my throat first nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat it's eazy for me to come off like this so you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss or just give me the pussy and i'll be straight and if you don't, fuck it, i'll masterbate (we wanta fuck you eazy) yea, you bitches scream now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding i got skill to deal and run game on bitches you can tell that i'm sick by the triple sixes i hear voices in my head for what reason but when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season so back the fuck off and give me respect now they're shipping me off 'cause eazy played wit a half deck criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics the notorious cold (cold 187um) 187um, you know i gotta have it now being above the law is an everyday habit if you think i drop some pimp shit, i ain't perhaps i'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint now everybody wants to chill, ill and bill, now what the fuck is the deal you need a nigga like me to get the shit going 187um has got the ultimate flowing now it's time for me to go off like a maniac run up for cover 'cause i'm on the ?(adidnac)? an untouchable player rolled up into one mind 87 reasons why fools staying in line 'cause i ain't the average nigga behind the trigger i lay and spray anything in my way 'cause i'm a balls player for the streets of south central beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see that atl is straight to mega don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like sega and these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on peace, i'm outta here 'cause this is the last song shout outs |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
They tryin to give you a murder rap And you ain't even like that Yo, serve these niggas, cause they deserve to get dissed (Yeah) (Check this out) When I sit down and write and recite for the mic I hold Make sure my beats are loud, and bold, and Cold 187, that is my name, makin it simple and plain Here to rearrange and change The things that I didn't do in the past Don't be surprised when you got a shotgun up your ass Perpetrators, that one was just for you I'm gonna leave ya in your seat remaining without a clue Glued to my style like a fiend on coke But if you say the wrong thing, I wash your mouth out with soap Dope is not the answer No, I'm not a Cancer No, I'm not a hero or zero But a Leo in stereo And this is not a demo K-oss and Go Mack be cuttin the flex tempo Fast (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (4x) Yo, fingerprints ain't nothin without the murder weapon Keep steppin Homicide tried to sweat, but we let em have it You can see they fear through they tears Treat em like Robanes and give em some relief I feel action speaks louder than words and verbs And adjectives, I live the life, the given gift Not who's first, second or third Not he said or she said, or what you heard, nerd Cause when you live like that, your life is mangled In other words your life is all tangled Up, I'm not a sucker, always go for mine Powerlord that's hard from the start, and we will always (climb) To the top as I seek and achieve Sometimes that's even higher than the others believe I'm not a doctor on a board, I don't have a degree Not arrogant, egotistical, I'm the epitomy Re-take, recline, keep suckers in line Transform into another world as I recite these rhymes 187, he's as hard as it comes And I don't have to brag about the size of my gun, son (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (3x) Criminals don't use lyrics and define themselves as notorious Brothers gotta learn hip-hop anger rages inside themselves Your ??? will never resist to my contact K-oss and the homie G 187 breakin back, backbone of my group Fat kid in my posse, and I'm gettin loose Cause I'm takin out posses, causin bodily harm Makin moves to improve as I begin to brainstorm I'm not inferior, not takin no crap Last sucker tried to dis me, cold got his neck slapped Cause Power's my name, sometimes I'm insane And if I get too mad, I have to rearrange The posistion as a MC, that's the way it should be The way I get over, I use terminology That's comprehensive, redemptive That's evidently not related to the style that you hear everyday B-boy destroyin a toy, employin While the other suckers are depressed, I'm enjoyin What I'm doin, and ruin any insult of my position Tell em KM.G - they on a mission They on a mission They keep wishin you can't come off 187, you're a menace in your own mind So take heed and proceed with caution When he rhymes (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) --> Ice Cube (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (Now I got a murder rap) (Here's a murder rap to keep ya dancin) (Now I got a murder rap) (Cause a brother like me said, well...) (I got a murder rap) |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
[KM.G]
All hail to those who believe in lying For they know the spirit of our life True as a brother make his way in life Shall he make it uncontrollable towards any other being [VERSE 1: Cold 187um] First let me explain that I'm a hustler Now here's an example of what a hustler must do In this lifetime you got two things Bad and good, and ain't nothin in between Now I'ma break down a little slogan So you can figure out the path that I'm strollin Some say it's hard, some say it's dirty Some say it's all sex, money and murder Now me myself, see, I'm a hustler And I rather be that than a new jack buster I'm always known for doin somethin Cause I'm always in the mix when the shit start jumpin At a club and at a house If a sucker disrespect, I get upset Now I'ma make my plan to get with it I'ma hit, and seek, and destroy it Now what could I really be sayin? That all set aside, that I don't be playin 187's a killer, even iller And I'm also a thriller And of course I'm untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* [sample from N.W.A.:Fuck Tha Police] Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* [VERSE 2: KM.G] See, I got to misbehave, just a little taste Push up, increase, yo, I start the phase New lyrics, breakin like a running rebel For the words are defined, cause we're on a higher level Cause I'm goin out with Jack in my system Hustlers from the house, you can just list them Lookin for some heartbeat, ready to rumble If I spot a soft sucker his world's got to crumble Pardon me a moment, I can't just stand it Brothers claimin what ain't there, they're rhyme bandits I'll arraign my death until I reach my peak And if the king slip, I've got to impeach (KM.G, do you have the contacts?) The homie Ant, K-oss with the dope tracks On the 12 spin, behind his back 2nd DJ jumpin off is Go Mack On a mission to keep on dishin all fools 187 got the right, cause we wrote the rules Lyrical techniques keep fools in a daze Straight up your panjacks just to hear me faze (Now what about the brother we took out? Don't sweat him, cause he didn't have no clout Cause yo, in attack I broke his back, I show no slack And I never got caught because I'm untouchable) It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* [VERSE 3: KM.G & Cold 187um] Untouchable, on the Cali streets On the corner where the dope and destruction meets Where a cool young brother could never be soft On a top-dollar street where shit jumps off You're never up on a, tagged as a tinted You're tryin to get out, but you're already in it Cause pooh-put suckers don't amaze me Cause I live my life wild, ruthless and crazy If I don't hit you, you probably hit me How could it be, I'm the illustrator KM.G And see, that's just one thing that never happens KM.G, 187 - lose when we rappin See, we slide out some suckers who be nappin Grab the mic, put in the clip and commence to start cappin Cause when we flow, we got dignity And we're givin the world an opportunity That there's a lesson to be taught when you come to our show Cause we scratch on our table, and bust the rhyme flow Plus our lyrics is steaks, and rhythms come clean Do damage, break backs, if you know what I mean We stay untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* Untouchable It's not what you know, it's what you can prove *For the so-called law* |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
(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 |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
Today in South Central violence is an all-time high
Due to the terrorist group ATL You might label them as being a menace to society Now it's a well-known factor why I can't be caught Now see the law's got a problem, and they gotta be taught That I'ma fatally get ill when I come to a jam I got to dust a sucker off just to state who I am Cause I'm Cold, just like the middle of the winter And every jam that I play, they wanna enter Come in, but ain't no suckers admitted We tell em all straight up, they need to quit Stop clownin me, cause they all wanna be down with me Cause when I put down the mic, they are surroundin me Clockin steady dollars, every single word Say it loud, like I'm proud, cause I got to be heard, nerd You been mistaken when you thought I was a criminal Use my lyrics deadly, just like a chemical It's essential to my path, it's my limit But I go overboard by the time that I finish Yo, it doesn't symbolize we great, or we good It's just a pay-off from the trade that we learn in the hood Should you be surprised that the hood'll pay off But it won't, if you choose to walk and speak soft Deep into my lyrics you sink, quicker than quicksand That's how we separate the boys from the men When you open up the page to the L.A. Times You see a sucker's been killed for stealin our rhymes Cause I'm a menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (Yo man, personally I like the group) (Cause I walked this path since '88) Cause I'm a menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (Over 50% of the population has already been overtaken by the group) Now it's time to go off, somebody got me pissed So I'ma diss and twist till there's no one to deal with I skeezed all the freaks in the place, that was the format Then why you stopped? A sucker got ill and then I had to pull a gat See, I gotta put em in check Cause when we walk in a joint, we get big respect He's still frontin like he gotta confront He only set up himself, so he can straight get pumped It's his decision, but he has been mislead You can take the caution, but there's danger ahead But you're a stoolie, so I'ma play you like a rookie I'ma beat you down like gambler owes a bookie Cause yo, you know I gotta have it Bein Above The Law is a everyday habit See, I had to grab it, then I have to take it Then I have to shake you, then I have to fake you Out, so don't you even try me Tryin to fade the crew, and ain't nothin but a blimey Think to yourself when we're speakin And I'ma warn you now to be aware when we're creepin Taggin a brother for his dollar signs But I know what I am, they know I have nothin to hide Because the place will be on fire the minute that I finish Why KM.G? Yo, cause I'm a muthafuckin menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (Yeah man, they harder than a muthafucka) (Cause I walked this path since '88) I'm a menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (Any individuals trying to resist the influence of this group shall be executed) Why we do it like this? Because we're mentally strong What's up? Now realize that Lawhouse has got it goin on Makin, breakin, takin suckers out with only just a word My style is temporary, so not often ever heard Usin and abusin every rhythm that I'm rappin to I'm chilly chill and that's the way that I have to be Boy, status definitely a 'large' Warrior ambassador - that means I'm in charge Up like a Duracel, yeah, I last longer Suckers weaken while I be gettin stronger Master rhyme sayer off the top of my brain Oppositions I'll eliminate, and that could be fatal pain To your reputation, and your ego breaks out To the border, amigo, because you know what's up Windy, whistling, cold like a blizzard When the group broke out, they said, "Who the hell is it?" On the mic don't take it light, cause if you bite I'll fight Don't get mad because your bitch said I sound alright Because, illeterate fools, you must understand Although my status is b-boy, I'm stronger than He-Man That's how I make it, I never fake it God gave me this talent, and nobody can take it Away, now that's enough to make you move your butt Now Total K-oss, Go Mack, take us out with a cut Cause I'm a menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (This is some serious shit, man) (Cause I walked this path since '88) Cause I'm a menace (Menace to society) (Cause I walked this path since '88) To society (By now over half the world has been contaminated by the group's influences It is apparent to me that not only South Central Los Angeles is in a rage) |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
[ KM.G ]Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the LawIn the motherfuckin placeThe Illustrator KM.GYo 187, you gotta let em know what's goin on[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um ]See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beatI add a rhyme, to make it sound completeI go into a state of mind that I very seldom enterTo put it on a black plate of wax with a hole in the centerUnderstand, I'm not the greatestAbove the Law is always funky fresh and we will never be the latestLook at that, we're two steps ahead of youI just simply get up on the mic and do what some MC's are scared to doGo for the gusto, if soYo, I keep my hat cut lowI'm a friend, not a foeA pro, as a artist Give my hardest as the farthestThat'll take it up the ladderSee, it really doesn't matterCause oppositions I will scatterThis I call rhymin, yo, not chitter-chatterLike Malcolm X, see, I be takin a standA man with the plan makin you danceOn the dancefloor, moreOf a new style that's worth your whileIt's from PamonaSo you know I had to lay this shit on yaHit the switch, then rewind this shitGrab a 40 ounce and go mack to a bitchNow ladies - please don't be offendedBecause my lifestyle is hustlin, and see, I'm in it to win itYo, what could I possibly be sayinMan, when I do it like that?[ Dr. Dre ]Just kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Dope lyricsFunky lyricsUnlawful lyricsYo, drop your lyrics[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um ]See, I'm livin large, I clock dollars from day to dayAnd on the weekend go out for some playI'm like ballin with the untouchable HBCReal brothers that are down with meAnd if I call on em, you're gonna pay the costBecause they're puttin out contracts for you to get tossedMuffled, broke on, we throw you in the riverCement shoes, so that you sink much quickerCause me, I gotta have it, one way or the otherI'm takin out your family, your sister and your motherAnd your brother, undercover I got to keep ass cleanAnd when the shit goes down I'm nowhere to be seenYou know - what could I possibly mean, Dre?[ Dr. Dre ]Just kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Dope lyricsUntouchable lyricsNotorious lyricsYo, a true baller at hand[ VERSE 3: Cold 187um ]Now see, I have to break it down like on a funky tipSo you don't want to slip or trip or maybe go overboardYou can't afford to ignore this styleAbove the Law steady housin em, change the dialI don't smile, I always keep a serious faceSo if this beat is that funky, why don't you pump up the bass?And fall into the groove like you're supposed toBut not too deep, because we got another show to doThis is dedicated to my brothers and sistersThe white, the black, and all the hip-hop listenersOne nation stayin under a grooveAbove the Law's pure in it to win it, we don't loseI'm not a new jack that smoke crack, don't play me like one87's got the power, if you want to, come get some, sonI think your status is weak, you'll never competeBut I don't have to sweat it, cause my posse's just too deepYeah, we kick ass and take names and remain the sameWe live large while you sit and complainI have to break it down to all the people I know>From L.A., New York, Detroit and ChicagoOh, I can't forget Dallas and D.C.Miami, Florida, St. Louis and PhillyBut back to the subject of rockin and jockinMakin it funkier than funky, keepin you hyper than hypeMakin you hot, so hot you want to drop to your kneesMake the whole damn nation catch a deadly diseaseCause when I rhyme, I makes a killinAnd if you haven't seen our show, you don't know the feelin(Word) that's all I gotta sayI'm just smooth kickin lyrics[ KM.G ]Unlawful lyricsDope lyrics[ Cold 187um ]Cold 187, a brother steppin into the '90s[ KM.G ]Yo, and the Illustrator KM.G knowledgeGoin out to my deejay K-oss and Go Mack
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
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[ 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 want to 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 want to 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) |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
[KM.G]
Yo, what's happenin, man? Yo, they tryin to come down on the ATL when whe speak They say we on a negative tip What's up? [VERSE 1: Cold 187um] Now I'ma kick a way-out style that's smoother than usual It's from Above The Law, so see, it's crucial Hype beats are kickin and rippin, yo, with a funky touch It's done the Ruthless way, some say it's too much D-o-p-e, please don't misdefine it That's the way that I live and, that's the style of my rhyme That's on time, just like your watch keeps tickin (KM.G) on my side, so that my knowledge keeps stickin Now what's really known as a radio cut? When you can's say (shit) and you can't say (fuck) I really think you wanna hear it But the radio stations, you see, they still gonna fear it Yo, I thought this country was based upon freedom of speech Freedom of press, freedom of your own religion To make your own decision, now that's baloney Cause if I gotta play by your rules, I'm bein phoney Yo, I got to cater to this person or that person I got to rhyme for the white or the black person? Why can't it all be equal? Music is a universal language for all people I better get off the rebellious tip Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip I ain't trippin, I'm steadily flowin and throwin Givin you a dope style Keepin me on top of the pile Cause ATL'll soon take over the nation And if you don't wanna hear us, well, change the station Boo! I sneak in your mind your mind Sink in your mind, creep from behind So fast that you won't have time To deny a brother that's from the streets Tryin to teach, hopin to reach Yo, 187's not one that's known to preach But I wish for each to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [VERSE 2: Cold 187um] They'll milk you to make it understood They make it good, so that it taste real good To you, so see, you fall right in it Your minds are small, they feed you like infants Like children they'll bring you along They say we're wrong for makin a rap song But ATL'll hit you straight up jam after jam Long as we say what we want, make our stamps, we don't give a damn Those that wanna sell out need to get the fuck out the business Cause they ain't doin nothin but bluffin Me, I get wild every rhyme I release Whether I talk about violence or talk about peace Cause violence is somethin that happens in society When people are livin low and don't kow where they can go But peace, I think we all want peace But it's too much to face, and it's too far to reach Whether I say my rhymes fast, slow, sloppy or neat See, I wish when I'm doin, to have freedom of speech (Congress shall make no law Respecting an establishment of religion Or prehibiting the free exercise thereof Or abridging the freedom of speech or of the press) [VERSE 3: Cold 187um] Now if they ban me, I don't give a fuck Chalk it up as experience (yeah, bad luck) Because I'm ballin with Laylaw's clout And if he say that it stays, the shit comes out Cause in the early days when rap first began Some fool jumped up and said it soon would end But nowadays I hear song after song And it proved to me that the fool was wrong So yo, cut the bullshit, all set aside It's time for the people to realize About the things that happen in the ghetto which those try to hide When they know we just strive to survive (The homie said he'd have a job, if you'd give him a break) But when he gets it (he goes by the other man's ways) Now see, there's just one more thing I have to talk about 'bout how they say rap music is turnin kids out You got to give your child credit for what he can do Plus the way that they're raised is really up to you Rap music, a form of literature Words and verbs and adjectives Painted up like a picture Yo, it's gonna hitcha, yo, it's gonna getcha And when I'm all finished up, it's gonna fitcha (Hittin the nation) station to station (heavy rotation) So strong that it's keepin the pace, and We will speak out on any situation But while we're doin Yo, we gotta have freedom of speech [KM.G] Yeah - see, that's how we had to do that Yo, I gotta give it up to all my homeboys That got freedom of speech Yo, Cold 187 Ice Cube MC Ren The deadly Dr. Dre Eazy-E The G-o M-a-c-k Total Koss housin thangs Ruthless in the muthafuckin house Yo, to my homie D.O.C. And Laylaw with the clout And we out |
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from Above The Law - Livin' Like Hustlers (1999)
[Featuring N.W.A.] Yo D.O.C.,what'cha blazing, j, 'cause this is a lawhouse experience, so you know it's gonna be some mega shit, so who is that (KM.G) KM.G will never be a trick Step up to the mic like a baller then I pimp this gift That only I possess I illustrated that way to get the shit off my chest I'm ghetto raise to amaze the crowd, it's quite simple Km.G has degrees from Unity of South Central I'm a graduate and it's all legit From the pimping, the ballin' and all that good shit I have the mega balls in which I speak in a slang While I'm peeking it wit the G's from the Ruthless gang Ain't nuttin change but the weather like I said before 'Cause I'm living like hustlers and I'm checking galore Yo, I have to give it up to the D.O.C. A Ruthless brother who's down wit the KM.G So all hail to the niggas that's turning it out And maybe then, I'll take the gun barrel out of your mouth Knowledge from one generation to another, perserve and then transmitted, get it, done the Ruthless way, You know what I'm saying, so what's up Dre (Dr. Dre) Now I'm a swinger, I'm not a muthafuking singer But I bringa melody that always seems to ring a Bell as well, let's make it so you can tell Yo, it's coming from Compton where the ballers dwell 'Cause I'm Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda When I'm on the mic, I demand a Little bit of time to express myself From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking the facts and it's like that A nigga wit a muthafuking attitude You know the deal, kicking some real shit And if a sucker ever thinks he can get some Yo, step off, I'm kicking lyrics for the deaf and the dumb But any occasion, getting the bitches wit the mega persuasion Then my dick starts top make an invasion But, yo, I can't go on Because this is the end of my part on the last song Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks For all you busters who can't deal, give it up for real (MC Ren) Now when you see me, you're ducking and slipping, yo, then you fell down You fucked up and finally figured who was the cell down Pulling the pulls, crotching the bull The weak muthafuker was smelling like shit so I guess that they're full Of it, and I love it when I dress like a crook Wit a "I don't give a fuck" look The villian was something nuff like a hero Jacking all the niggas wit beef, off of relief, I mean the zeros The rest of the 100 was sent to do what I say NWA and ATL and we don't play The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly See, I broke it down for the ones who try to check me But I can't be check 'cause I'm the checker When you see a nigga wreck believe that I'm the wrecker The right and for the fight and the left will attend We're doing wrong, MC Ren is on the last song From a genius to temporary insanity, the ganster's dream The bitches fanasty, Ruthless, so now we've come to the payoff (Eazy-E) One muthafuking two muthafuking three It's the hip-hop thugster Eazy-E So I grab the mic and then I clear my throat First nigga kicking lyrics in a straightcoat It's Eazy for me to come off like this So you can kiss my ass where the sun rays miss Or just give me the pussy and I'll be straight And if you don't, fuck it, I'll masterbate (We wanta fuck you Eazy) yea, you bitches scream Now bow down and praise the lord for the wing ding I got skill to deal and run game on bitches You can tell that I'm sick by the triple sixes I hear voices in my head for what reason But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season So back the fuck off and give me respect Now they're shipping me off 'cause Eazy played wit a half deck Criminal in his thoughts, murderous in his lyrics The notorious Cold (Cold 187um) 187um, you know I gotta have it Now being above the law is an everyday habit If you think I drop some pimp shit, I ain't Perhaps I'll say a couple rhymes to make the bitches faint Now everybody wants to chill, ill And bill, now what the fuck is the deal You need a nigga like me to get the shit going 187um has got the ultimate flowing Now it's time for me to go off like a maniac Run up for cover 'cause I'm on the ?(adidnac)? An untouchable player rolled up into one mind 87 reasons why fools staying in line 'Cause I ain't the average nigga behind the trigger I lay and spray anything in my way 'Cause I'm a balls player for the streets of South Central Beleive what you want but soon you'll eventually see That ATL is straight to mega Don't be surprise 'cause we played ya like Sega And these bodies keep dropping, you see me keep moving on Peace, I'm outta here 'cause this is the last song Shout outs |
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from Above The Law - Vocally Pimpin` (1999)
(feat. Snow)
[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking] Yo man, I heard you was havin' a couple of problems with your hoes [Snow:] Well you know I got a little philosophy for shit like that It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of them Yo, but I'mma let KM.G break it down for them like this [Verse 1: KM.G] Yo, well let's ranch South Central Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie Hoes with no clothes, get a woody From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick You know a groupie's best friend is some hell of a dick Yo, so once upon a time called now As I give them a rhythm and I allow For you to linger, before I send you My trigger finger, ATL'll bring you stitches to your ass "Straight up" So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control Release my pole, see what I can catch A mega bitch with some ends or even a bare batch Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body The hype mega shit that straight drowns the public Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a motherfuckin' subject I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life On the funk tip "Yeah" Every man has his price clip Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it My nigga 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it For South Central, Compton and Watts Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank, give me what you got It's a position where ranching is the mission A.T.L is direct A little Dose Of The Mega Flex... [Break: Cold 187Um] You know Snow, bitches never cease to amaze me, man When I breaks one bitch I have to turn around and break another one, man I mean why? I buy her things, I keep them looking good But hey, no dough, man I mean, I keeps them broke, player Hey, cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know "True, true" [Verse 2: KM.G] Well let's sail, sail to a land Where a nigga is a king with a gun in his hand True niggaz get scandalous, then it turns to gankin' And your shit gets rowdy then you have to bank one "Ping" Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again "yeah" A bit of info to the hoes and bitches KM.G'll serve motherfuckin' stitches But kickin' it with the G's there's things we must rehearse The one-time jacks, put my motherfuckin' gat in your purse Not tryin to work you or leave you much to lean in Cause punk-Ass-Niggaz treat bitches the way they wanna be treated Yeah, you can see that you're a bitch if I ever seen one Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung It's all kinds of hoes and skanks and tramps and hotties and skeezers "Yeah they all dick pleasers" Then when I say "What up" I don't wanna put a damper Hit a stupid-Ass-Bitch in the head with some Pampers Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time So come on hoes, shoot your best shot Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht Or call me KM.G, I'm here to serve, on the wreck Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex.... [Outro: Snow] Yeah man! Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them fucking woman, sayin' [Ping] I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any time, any goddamn day, you know Right now, right now, right now, you know [Cold 187Um:] That's how you checks them, man It makes them give you respect, you know what I'm sayin' Yo, A.T.L the mega pimp clinic '91 and we outta here, see you [KM.G:] Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down Like it supposed to be put down, you know You know, always remember that you run things And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be You know, yo, we sold You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player [Snow:] That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time Keep going, don't stop Keep going, don't stop Oh yeah |
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from Above The Law - Black Mafia Life (2001)
[Intro: Cold 187Um]
Teah, ugh, all..all hard, yeah 1992 and still pimpin' for you, it's Above the motherfuckin' Law "yeah" "Above the Law" yeah comin' back at you, Black Mafia Life, so get it right but peep, on this record, we just gonna let the vice hit y'all you know what I'm sayin... [Verse 1: Cold 187Um] Ooh, yeah, since we've been known for been a players on the tracks this is goes out to all them pimps and all them number one hustlers out there, you know what I'm sayin' yeah, also to the ladies cause they've known us truly ones so you know I gots to get them somethin, yeah "the ladies, oooh, the ladies... [Verse 2: Cold 187Um] yeah, the motherfuckin' Saga continues funk for your motherfuckin' ears, yeah, "Black Mafia Life" movin' on to the next episode gettin' paid and laid in the motherfuckin' shade you know what I'm sayin', yeah the Black Mafia is just a mindstate, you know what I'm sayin' just four black niggaz puttin' in work on the regular you know sometimes doin' overtime, you know what I'm sayin, yeah still I'm sayin' niggaz, you know what I'm sayin' tearin' shit up, stayin' untouchable you know what I'm sayin' yeah, yo Km.G "greetings" yo man, what's up man, why don't you give the shout out to you know hoes and those who been down with this shit, you know what I'm sayin' [Verse 3: KM.G] With that Black Mafia thing "yeah, yeah, yeah" hey yo what's up to Go-Mack, cause he was always down with this shit I like to say what's up to Total K-Oss "ooh yeah" cause you know he was always down to help "yeah" I like to say what's up to the H.B.C. "ooh shit" cause them the niggaz that's been down with me and then I like to say what's up to U.B.U "U.B.U" cause they the niggaz that been chirpin for the crew... [Break: Cold 187Um Talking] yo, why don't have to give it up Seater Amps because we doubt it, don't you know that we would on foot stamp Kokane, Kilo, you know, Lay Law Yes in the Home when time Black Mafia invitements you know what I'm sayin' "Yeah" [Outro: KM.G Talking] let's get everybody, yeah MC-Ren, he's been down with me The Digital Underground, they went down with me The D.O.C, he went down with me and to N.W.A, they been down with me and for all you players, all you players, that's been playin' and for all you ballers that's been ballin' and special shout out to all the hoes "oooh yeah" you know what for? "yeah" for hoes "ha ha" without them it wouldn't be no Pimp clinic, no Above the Law Lawhouse, no nothin', Black Mafia Life |
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from Above The Law - Black Mafia Life (2001)
You've now entered the quest to, the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, hahaha 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 [2Pac] 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 [Money B] 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 OK 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 [Cold 187um] Nowww, 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?" Welllll.. 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 f**k 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 housssse, 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 f**ked 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 KM.G [KM.G] 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 f**k 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 labelled 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 |
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from Above The Law - Black Mafia Life (2001)
[Intro: Km.G Talking]
You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P" You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P" You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P" You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P" Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P ohhhh come on Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P ohhhh come on [Verse 1: Cold 187Um and Km.G] alright first off then let me introduce my self I'm the C to the o-L-D, one Eighty Seven oooh I heard that the player with the Speech cause it's me KM.G more flex then sex of the bitch ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle and since we got them when we get them, we better use the right angle so I'm push, push in the back of the bush cause it's a wonderful for feelin' Yeah, cause we got the good for y'all suckers in ninety deuce the whole part of gaffle, the whole gallon of zeuce so I'ma ease up on them, real quick watch me hit them brothers fall on the racial, what we hit them up for cause when I'm on the bounce, I roll wit the set then comin' out to take your car, your women, your whole damn house so now I strapped with the quickness "yeah" I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness oooh I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you but steppin' to my ball I got somethin' dope for you so hold zone, to my willie and don't be scared when we do the bug boogie Yeah, it's like bam bam, bambam, that's the sound of my heater when the ill stuff jumps I keep it strickly confidential, bullet Proof is requested got the fits in my hand and I've already blessed it so toast to the record G cause I'm C-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high when I get to the hook of the joint, you know why... [Chorus: Km.G] everything is fine when you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P. all the niggaz gettin' high with a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P. if you wanna feel fine free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P. now you gotta get hype and you turn into G with a little bit of V.S.O.P. [Verse 2: Cold 187Um and KM.G] To G or not to G, which is the answer, out of control console your soul Yeah they're schemin' on the big hit, and tryin' find a quick pick lookin' for a real shit [tires screeching and car crash] hold up, but that's counterfeit on the real the funk don't appeal You think you got clout, but you really down and out so hold on tight, as we take you down the running way how many, how many times I got to tell you that I don't play ooh and if you don't know, I have to change my barrel cause I roll on my ride around the way to Sack oooh, yeah we did it like Venus see it's been like 89 since the last time you've seen us tell me, my peoples did you miss me on the real who's never Paper tramps like hollyfield Yeah, vision this, that sucker tried to sky me when I'm harder then Kuwait or california earthquake cause I got the munchies for your love so come and kick it but you better come prepared cause it gets kinda wicked Yeah, cause you can walk a blank if you schemin' for my bank don't play me like a trick, yo my name ain't Marry cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high when I get to the hook of the bullet, you know why... [Chorus: Km.G] everything is fine when you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P. when I was at the mall the other day I saw some honies and I offered them some V.S.O.P. at the party was pumpin when the brother bailed in with a gang of V.S.O.P. at the end of the jam You should all run out and get a gallon of V.S.O.P. [Outro: KM.G] V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. [whispering] V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. [whispering] V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on uh uh yeah, come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on very fine, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. [explosion] |
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