Above The Law - k**az in the Park lyrics

(*Helicopter propeller turning*) [Intro: crime scene investigation] [FBI Agent] "Okay, what we have here?" [CIA Agent] "We have a 187 black male, victim at approximately 18 years of age, gun shot wounded to the head. Looks like he is been dead approximately 2 hours." [FBI Agent] "Uha." [CIA Agent] "When we received a phone call, quite some time ago. But you know how it is when people have to come down here. Into the Park. Now, don't nobody wanna come down here." [FBI Agent] "Yeah, were any witnesses stepped forward?" [CIA Agent] "sh**! Witnesses down in this mothaf**er?! Who the f** is going to come forward down here?!" [FBI Agent] "Okay, well, let's get this area tapped off. Let's move these f**ing 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 mothaf**in' dead body." [CIA Agent] "I want all you mothaf**ers get the move from this sh**! Everybody get back, everybody get back! Ay you, you, you, yeah, take the, yeah, take the tape over there, would you please. Okay man, there's always a k**ing in the park." (*Helicopter propeller turning*) [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] It's all like everyday, if you on some date Or if you want some gun play Straight k**ers in the park Straight k**ers in the park If it ain't that the right time of the day I think you better walk around out my way Straight k**ers in the park Straight k**ers in the park [KMG] Watch out young bro', now watch me get gain Wait let me tell you about this little spot Where we check by the black Ray Yeah, it's servin, straight claimin' k**ers in the park Put some out for my dead homies and my n***as stuck to the rock If you look up in the ride you'll see Regals, colorists, foes, trays and a big fat black duly Like posted 100 spokes for my folks and a case of Hennessy A couple of pounds of this stinky tree A few rats with mobile phones to keep calling us y'all To let us know when it's on Even rollin' chick inside worse and worst got beef Dwellin, while we still drug sellin' But you don't hear that sh** from me ... oh baby please What y'all know about k**ers in the park? That's the drum sound 40 felons holdin' ground And I aid acrossed you by the little B.G.'s Cause y'all couldn't see this They will known the enemies, straight provin' They help us with that chicken movin' Nine times outta ten We tell them meet us at the park after the dark To see where your nuts at 20 n***as with straps, 20 more with they backs, fully automatic My people is totin' Semi, smellin, lightin' a gang weed Leavin' n***as start to fear us in the park [MC Ren] n***as in the Park [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] [MC Ren] n***a who in the f** you think you're talkin' to? n***a you won't remember sh** when you come through, out your coma It's Compton and Pomona k**ers in the park, from Cali' to Arizona You can't walk through the park, n***as crazy after the dark Keep your hand on your gun, or n***a you'll be on the run n***as camouflaged in the night Packin' Desert Eagles and 22's, n***a f** a fight And f** them police, that be thinkin' they slick With they headlights on, tryin' to creep, they can s** a fat dick Take your pig in the Pimp Clinic Stay your a** out the park cause these crazy n***as be off in it But I see you n***as there sellin' yay Hittin' switches with your b**hes every mothaf**in' day So beware of the k**ers in the park And get your a** on before it gets dark, ugh, n***as [Hook: Kokane & Backup Singers] [Cold 187Um] We got to watch our back for the po-po's Creepin' up out Suburb-os Comin' on up the creep for your works and your heap Deepest seekin' can get.. I gives the f** about the One Time They just another player hater tryin' to take mine Yo, we're regulatin' to buck them dawn to dusk So if the one time comes, stash your gauge they'll shut the f** up Cause they be comin' with that Black-k**ing-Black You better watch your back because the streets full of that Thinkin' to myself, yeah, I'mma dumb mothaf**er Got me y'all looks a failure Tryin' to act like ain't doin' nothin' But 'til the minute I slipped Yo, they'll be all up in my momma house trippin' and sh** It's like my homie used to say: if it gets that deep You got to put the mothaf**ers to sleep And make the park much more unsafer Cause dumb sh**, comin' between me and my paper Who that be in the park gettin' rolled up? It be that n***a Short Stopper sellin' cut up Yo, he ain't the homie, so we gained cheque It ain't personal, n***a, it's respect Yo, if I ain't bout the swings, I'm on the basketball court I'm in the T-shirt, chuck T's and cut off Khaki shorts Junkies come and call me lil' boo-ya I'm goin' to see now, I'mma screamin' New child Yeah, beaper goin' off like the mug man, it's 9-1-1 man Stash the dough, they bout to roll man I just served then I ain't this trick Uhh, now we're gettin' restore quick I turned around and said fool you's the snitch I shot him and that junky-Ass-b**h I'm a k**er from the park (*pow*)