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