Various Artists - U Rong 4 That lyrics

* Scratches for intro * "Give it up" "We have control of this transmission" * repeat x3 * [Mz. Kilo] Boo yow, time for me to spark up the scenery So tell me what you need for a b**h like me To get loco, insane, psycho, no brain How ya want it? I serve it all the same More sir like some bomb a** chronic When it's dipped in a gallon of water, know what I'm sayin? But I don't touch that sh** cos that'll stun ya But see me, I'm doper than the whole country of Colombia So buck buck to all the players in the click Cos the B-L-A-C-K M-A-F-I-A Already done sewed up, umm half the sh** (Yeah, so motherf**ers deal wit it) Come on So now I'm screamin to you has-been hoes Who been tryin to get ya stripes back but see ya comin wack I need some elbow room, I need some f**in wall space So I can make ya wanna free base, yo (yeah) And then ya all O.D. on the sh** Cos I be kickin some bomb a** lyrics So get hip to the G-Funk, pop it in ya trizznuck And just roll because it helps I ain't really sayin that I'm all that But if my lyrics is phat, then label me that See cos too many motherf**ers they try to label me like a s**er But I lace more mics than Nike sells Flights Cos ain't nobody givin away props And if ya beggin for em, you need to stop so aah [Hook - Cold187Um] Tell me is she wrong Cos she thinks sh**'s done with the gangsta tone Tell me is she wrong Cos she thinks sh**'s done with the gangsta tone Tell me is she wrong Cos she thinks sh**'s done with the gangsta tone Tell me is she wrong Tell me is she wrong [Mz. Kilo] See now fools be s**in that plastic For that fast hit but they pa** quick And n***as be smokin that home grown But you should leave it alone and get a hit of the indo homes See it's straight elementary loc I gotta move some weight, so I can't choke Cos if I choke, I'm goin up in smoke (Ugh) So I'mma open the fire and go for broke uhh Because my lingo is like a gang of, the proper yayo You can flip it and flip it and then it grow, uhh That's why they call me the K-I-L-O, ain't nuttin mellow But the flow, and my funky (hello) So let's take em to the flow zone While they get their rolls on, get their proper rolls on Cos I'mma hop it like a Deuce with twelve switches And clown on you punk b**hes Cos I'm not blowin up n***as' pagers, n***as is blowin up mine And I might slip in on you s**ers like I said in my rhyme It's like I'm turnin on the light and my roach is clear Guess what? That's how I'm feared Because the clip is in the motherf**in Glock When I'm all on your a** is when I stop so aah [Hook] [Mz. Kilo] I got flavor, better yet about thirty-one of em And if I choose to give you some then n***a you's a lucky one Cos this ain't a game that I'm playin to lose Cos almost only counts in grenades and horseshoes So swing to the funk as your ears poppin And if I was in the pen I'd have a teardrop fool I ain't comin up in second place I carry a Glock in my purse, don't expect my f**in mace Cos I don't wanna hello wait I hello buck buck buck, puttin slugs in your f**in face Mz. Kilo goin psycho At night witta pistol, sippin on cisco And like I said I got the sh** for ya See I'm half way through and I still owe ya, ugh Cos I'mma take you back like good friend (Like mom's fried chicken, greens and cornbread) See black people need to be proud to be black And white folks need to quit holdin us back They say "We Shall Overcome" but we ain't come up yet I got the ends, the ends and not the respect So think about what's really goin on While I'm livin next door in a bigger home so aah [Hook]