(MC Ren's answering machine)
Yeah, who dis?
(Cold187um)
Yo, this Hutch man, oh whats up?
(MC Ren answering machine)
What up n****, 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****
It's Hutch man, whats up?
(MC Ren)
Hey, what's up dog? Hey n**** 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**** I'm about to rest, dog
(Cold)
Aww, man Saturday n s*** and you talkin about rest?
(MC Ren)
Man, what you talkin about,
I was at that m*********** studio n****, all night
(Cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, b******, 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**** gonna hang up on a n****, s***
(MC Ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop s*** that have your mind turnin black
n**** I break God d*** necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the s*** that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that s***
n***** you know I ain't no m*********** comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a n**** Islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a f***,
but that s*** don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and b****-made-n***** 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**** act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, m********* you
I'm walkin with my n*****,
with the help of 187 on this tight a** track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my s*** gets deep
(Cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more s***, 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***** be wanna Free Kick It pass
So they can beat your s***, 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***** with
And definately not that m*********** they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole f***** 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 s*** gets deeper
(MC Ren)
My s*** gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My s*** is too deep,
well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new n*****
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out s*** yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack n***** s*** out my window
Cause rarely do I see n***** that be comin with that funky a** s***
That make you say f*** ay, go shoot a n**** down,
but here comes that black n**** that they call Ren
Makin n***** go and act crazy again
n***** be f***** fools for the hell of it
Some down old n***** better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a f***, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
b**** slappin n***** with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
killin playa haters over some wicked a** beats
Me and my n***** come and get your a**
Then me and my n***** beat up on that a**
Cause me and my n*****, n**** love the creep
When the s*** gets deep, it gets deep
Yeah, who dis?
(Cold187um)
Yo, this Hutch man, oh whats up?
(MC Ren answering machine)
What up n****, 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****
It's Hutch man, whats up?
(MC Ren)
Hey, what's up dog? Hey n**** 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**** I'm about to rest, dog
(Cold)
Aww, man Saturday n s*** and you talkin about rest?
(MC Ren)
Man, what you talkin about,
I was at that m*********** studio n****, all night
(Cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, b******, 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**** gonna hang up on a n****, s***
(MC Ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop s*** that have your mind turnin black
n**** I break God d*** necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the s*** that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that s***
n***** you know I ain't no m*********** comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a n**** Islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a f***,
but that s*** don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and b****-made-n***** 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**** act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, m********* you
I'm walkin with my n*****,
with the help of 187 on this tight a** track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my s*** gets deep
(Cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more s***, 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***** be wanna Free Kick It pass
So they can beat your s***, 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***** with
And definately not that m*********** they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
I shoot they whole f***** 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 s*** gets deeper
(MC Ren)
My s*** gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My s*** is too deep,
well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new n*****
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out s*** yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack n***** s*** out my window
Cause rarely do I see n***** that be comin with that funky a** s***
That make you say f*** ay, go shoot a n**** down,
but here comes that black n**** that they call Ren
Makin n***** go and act crazy again
n***** be f***** fools for the hell of it
Some down old n***** better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a f***, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
b**** slappin n***** with my fist
Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
killin playa haters over some wicked a** beats
Me and my n***** come and get your a**
Then me and my n***** beat up on that a**
Cause me and my n*****, n**** love the creep
When the s*** gets deep, it gets deep