Cold 187um - Encore lyrics

[Intro/Hook: X2] People came in by the load Encore, encore People came in by the load Ooh, when love is strong [KM.G] Yeah, y'all, I felt the need, I had to let you all know How Above the Law flow, we keep that funky gangster ratio Yeah, we're taking our time, cause patience is a virtue Plus, we ain't in a hurry, to motherf**ing hurt you Peep, we checked in, date in 1989 Intertwined with some chips to sign On the little dotted line, it was lovely and the Dineros was clean Different from the crack money, but green was green Fresh on the scene, n***as didn't know the time, we're enterprising But never realising how the criming and the rhyming would twist And make a hell of a mix Had the neighborhood fiending like some junkies before a fix Half of Cali' came to get with the source They did after we down, players could have their own choice Either rap singing, or even street singing It didn't make a difference long as the funk you're bringing Everybody's down with the Pimp Clinic But all they wanted was a piece, piece of the streets And we be all up in that a** with the quickness The thickness, yeah, funking the set from here to the East This is a player thing, this ain't no f**ing bullsh** Because we pull sh** My name is KM.G, I'm from the Clinic and the Park You either get glocked in the dark, or get sparked Yeah, I had to change my wives, change my ways Straight cut the strays and live for better days Low ride and slide through the street A real n***a ready to eat Rolling tough with the Glock on my seat [Hook] [Cold 187Um] Yeah, now I done travelled around the world and said a million rhymes Like with N.W.A. back in '89 I put the C in the controversy in the industry Like Eazy-E and Ice-T Yo, I did thousands of shows, I dissed many faces I deal with new jacks, on a way out basis I put it down with the true crew We're leaving player haters mesmerised when we trip through [KM.G] How many s**ers you know? Well, I know a whole truck full I'm trying to stay two steps ahead of that bullsh** they're trying to pull Motherf**ers claim they hard And putting half to work, and did half the dirt Ain't even from the turf What I would do if I was you, is shut your f**ing mouth Cause we be moving keys while you're playing house I'm the original, rap murderer See, I can beat your a**, rock the Mic Or f** your girl on a good night Cause from Pomona to S.C I represent the real n***as that do the who-ride with me "Yeah" Yo, on the real, I got sk**s like a fifth degree black belt Plus, I'm ten times more explicit than the Sculpt n***as making schemes and gimmicks to sell LP's Instead of being real and stacking G's Yo, ugh, I'm like a fool at a house party If I'm heated, I'm f**ing it up for everybody [KM.G] What's your name, n***a? Awww, you don't know? Yo, it's Mr. 187 with my dick all in your who*e Yeah, if she wanna encore Yeah, She won't know, it won't more [Hook: until fade]