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[Chorus:]
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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(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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[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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(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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