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Above the Law - Ballin' lyrics
[ INTRO ] [ KM.G ] Yo, what's happenin Cold 187 [ Cold 187um ] Yo man, you know we just laid back in the studio With the homie D.O.C. and Dr. Dre [ KM.G ] And we ballin with the homie Eazy-E [ Cold 187um ] Yeah, 'bout to put this piece together for Laylaw See what he think about [ KM.G ] True, true [ Cold 187um ] So as the beat reaches a lower kind of level We gon' put some mega shit together Now we gon' drop it a little bit somethin like this [ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ] This song is Ballin', let me drop some dope lyrics Make it high and fly, so all of y'all can hear it It's time to build, so take this chill pill If your cups are empty, go get a re-fill Of whatever, cause ain't nothin changed but the weather KM.G - 187 - yo, we got it together And in the back - who is that? The men with the mack Yo, I had to have the homies cause they got the sack And on the tables - what? The two be cookin When it comes to rockin, they wrote the book, and If you don't believe me, hurry, come see our show You'll see me - KM.G, Total K-oss and Go What? Ballin while the freaks keep callin Beggin KM.G to come bump the walls in The house, but even if she has the spouse (What's up?) She starts that fiendin (what happens?) she gets turned out And at our concerts we always do work For the fags, the hags, the rags and the jerks Cause we ballin (I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all The name of this piece is called) Ballin' (And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players) [ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ] See, I'm a baller, and I watch my back And when I'm ballin, yo, I gotta be packed If I ain't packed homeboy, you could say I'm slippin But if you try to run up, I'ma say you trippin Cause I'm a giant, and to you new jacks Don't come up and start, because you're gonna get smacked It's the hood, I thought it was understood Just like Eazy-E said we mobbin Robin Good We'll take yo shit, because you ain't legit You got a fucked up style of rap and without the kick It ain't nothin homie, you be frontin Rollin down the 'Shaw and you think you be humpin On laces? He look just like a lacehead Before you hit my corner, somebody be dead Cause I'm a baller, and I won't settle for less Put Lorenzos on my Benzo, so I know it look fresh A 500 with a convertable top Just like the homie Amp we like our shit drop Straight lowrider, yeah, we do a little ??? Smooth check your hoe, even if I don't know her And as I enter the door, watch the freaks start callin The simple fact is (what's up) that we ballin (I'ma recite a little poetry for y'all The name of this piece is called) Ballin' (And I wanna dedicate this piece to all your players And all you ladies out there) And you know we gotta break it down for who? (The whole wide world) [ VERSE 3: Cold 187um & KM.G ] Since the breakdown was dope, you can't get enough rappin I know that it's true, because I seen your hands clappin Toes tappin, the freaks are jockin All because the way 187 is rockin All you busters on the scene I keep my Locs on because I know you on fiend Like a spectator, you jock what I'm doin So sit back and learn, cause it's time for some schoolin And rulin all the busters on the center Get off my tip, cause I'm about to enter This phase (what is it?) that I call the finale I made it ride higher while I'm ballin through Cali So listen, I'm finna start dissin All you Eastside rappers, you had to start pissin Me off, you're soft, you're finna get tossed By two boss players who's your dope rhyme sayers K-oss and Go Mack are the wack-deejay-slayers You got a beep? We gotta go,cause money is callin The simple fact is - yeah, that we ballin And you know It's like that in 90 And it's gon' stay like that And once again we have to send it to who? (The whole wide world) Who's it dedicated to? (The whole wide world) To who? (The whole wide world) Dedicated to who? (The whole wide world) It's dedicated to (The whole wide world) Sendin it out to (The whole wide world) It's dedicated to (The whole) (world) (wide) |
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