Live From Compton 'Saturday Night'歌词

作词 : Cold One Eighty Seven um ...
(mc ren's answering machine)
Yeah, who dis?
(cold187um)
Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up?
(mc ren answering machine)
What up *******, 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, *******
It's hutch man, whats up?
(mc ren)
Hey, what's up dog? hey ******* 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)
******* i'm about to rest, dog
(cold)
Aww, man saturday n ************t and you talkin about rest?
(mc ren)
Man, what you talkin about,
I was at that mother****** studio *******, all night
(cold)
Man lets go get some 40s, *******, something man, do something
(mc ren)
Hey, hey ******* what you gonna do
(cold)
Aw, aw its like ren, ren what's up?
Aw ******* gonna hang up on a *******, ************t
(mc ren
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While i drop ************t that have your mind turnin black
******* i break god damn necks, when i drop verses
And blind your sight, from the ************t that i recite
Live from compton it's saturday night
But ain't no joke, cause i don't play that ************t
*******z you know i ain't no mother****** comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a ******* islamic
Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a *******,
But that ************t don't be workin
When i'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real, and ************-made-*******z 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 ******* act like you knew
And if you continue trippin, mother******* you
I'm walkin with my *******z,
With the help of 187 on this tight ass track
So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my ************t gets deep
(cold187um)
Ok, time for me to rustle more ************t, 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, *******z be wanna free kick it pass
So they can beat your ************t, and jack your ass
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 ****** with
And definately not that mother******* they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough
I shoot they whole ****** 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 ************t gets deeper
(mc ren)
My ************t gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My ************t is too deep,
Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new *******z
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out ************t yet
Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack *******z ************t out my window
Cause rarely do i see *******z that be comin with that funky ass ************t
That make you say ******* ay, go shoot a ******* down,
But here comes that black ******* that they call ren
Makin *******z go and act crazy again
*******z be ****** fools for the hell of it
Some down old *******z better not come this way
Cause i just don't give a *******, cause i get in a baby gangsta mode
************ slappin *******z 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 ass beats
Me and my *******z come and get your ass
Then me and my *******z beat up on that ass
Cause me and my *******z, ******* love the creep
When the ************t gets deep, it gets deep