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[ Dr. Dre ]
Hey yo, check this out, y´all
Since we almost at the last song
Won´t y´all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit?

[ KM.G ]
Alright

Once again, a black nigga named KM.G
And now it´s time to drop some real pimpin shit
Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers
Comin from U.S.C
For those that don´t know
That´s the University of South Central
So bless the 40oz
Cause this is somethin to jump on
Why, you can drink whatever
Like I said before, ain´t nothin changed but the weather
´bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers
Hustlers beyond control
Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes

We was there when the pimpin shit was put down
Yo, 187
(What´s up, man?)
Yo, this shit is flowin
(Muthafuckin right, it is)
Yeah, let´s take our time and do it the way a player would
(Alright)

Okay!
[Cold 187um & KM.G ]
Here we go, flowin on and on
What´s this we´re doin so well? That´s the name of the song
Let´s break it down, we´re rollin nationally, clockin hoes
Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes

We don´t need em, we know too many backstabbers now
In our face they say they´re with it, behind they back they put us down
And try to clown a player like me, 187 from ´Mona
And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners
I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A
We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey
They sayin, "What´s up, gees, tell me what´s happenin
I heard you´re clockin dollars, but you´re still out there rappin"
You should know, it´s my cash flow, now I´m just hangin
With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I´m slangin
That are so fly, we can´t deny, we must reply

If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high
Off this shit, it´s so legit, label it Chronic
Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they´d all be Bionic
Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we´re owin
Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin

[ Cold 187um ]
Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on
See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player
So we gon´ do the next one like this, man

[Cold 187um & KM.G ]
People say we have such strange vocabulary
To define these words you need a underground dictionary

Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge
And to get this, boy, you see, you can´t go to college
Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down
Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down
Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar´s
Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers
That´s why we got this rule: first come, first served
And if you don´t know the meaning, just listen to the words
I´m sayin, I don´t be playin when I´m housin the scene
I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend
But I take them off, it´s just because I´m scrappin

But I put em back on as I commence to rappin
Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid
Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid
Send her home with a smile, cause it´s worth her while
She´s to the homies how she did it and she went the mile
I´m talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand
Cause I´m a playin muthafucka and I´m in demand
So flow on

[ KM.G ]
See
Untouchable players in effect
Makin all the big pay-offs
Callin all the shots
Ballin

Punishin punk muthafuckas on the 12-gauges
I call on K-oss
Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners
Dopeness jumpin off
Gots to be platinum-bound
O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer
A double-dose of the mega-flex
Like all you gees that think you´re niggas with attitudes
You ain´t got it like that
Cause Ruthless done fixed that
(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)
Fuck peace
I´m outta here