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[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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[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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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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[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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