Cold 187um - Game Wreck-Oniz-Iz Game lyrics

[Intro] [Eazy-E] Aight, this sh** is fly I know Dre didn't do, the motherf**er, but you know what This sh** ain't right unless I'm rappin on this motherf**er [Total K-Oss] You got somethin for it n***a, what's up? [Eazy-E] You goddamn right, I got somethin for it Matter fact I got the motherf**er right here in my pocket Give me a motherf**in beat [Total K-oss] Alright, let's do this sh** [Verse 1: Eazy-E] Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-a** sh** Welcome to the E's bottomless pit Where I play the muthaf**in executioner Thinkin' of devious things of a murderer Yes, the menace of all menace's back in the Guinness Book of Records for smokin motherf**ers, you see Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E And I'm kickin the Chronic on this A-T-L LP So one motherf**in, two motherf**in, three All you punk b**hes better respect me as a G Cause I got the dope sack without a motherf**in doubt And when the sh** hits the fan it's outta my mouth Kickin that gangster sh**, boy, it pays And if you got the Buddah then motherf**er blaze And hit it for the city of Compton Shouts goes out to those who remain foes Cause I like to be the motherf**in underdog And if we got beef (*bullets spraying sound*) leap like a frog I used to be the quicker picker upper b**h But I took recess and it's time to rip shop By the way I gotta earn my dap And it's always on if a n***a wanna scrap And you don't stop [Break: Cold 187um talking] Well alright Yeah yeah, that was cool, E Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin, man Before he step off You know what I'm sayin Yeah, kick it [Verse 2: Kokane] Aaah... Dibbi-dibbi sound-boy, dibbi-dibbi sound-boy Ready to catch you dibbi-dibbi-dibbi sound It's like hear ye, hear ye, come one, come all Kokane is servin' s**ers at the player's balls If you come up the deal, you will get blasted A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit We can go raggamuffin or get into some G sh** We'll take the gun or we keep the flavor Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches I make a quick stop to collect from my many b**hes After b**hes, they do my every deed It's like some sell p**y, some sell coke, some sell weed What you need, what you want I can supply I got the new improved sh** that's guaranteed to get you high Yo, there's no shame to my game, my name is Kokane I'm pimpin' b**hes in the church, preachin' God's work But I'm the smartest hypocrite around So put your money in the basket and pa** the motherf**er down Sayin' what King James wrote And I'mma give you the Holy Ghost for a motherf**in' c-note Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari I said, 'Hallelujah, but the Lord gave it to me' Knowin' that a n***a is motherf**in wrong I go the choir singin' that sad song [Break: DJ Total K-Oss] Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick n***a [KM.G] Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this motherf**er [DJ Total K-Oss] Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level Watcha' n***a, must remain above the law [Verse 3] [KM.G] n***a, Cali comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx [Cold 187um] Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up chumps for punks [KM.G] I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens But you know, the n***a had to run it, if you know what I mean Cause I'm Jack, the motherf**in' Tripper And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'mma have to pull a clip-per And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped I pull a heater on a n***a if the sh** gets deep That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace To all the G's and Macaronies From the City of Angels jackin' phonies Elect me for kiwi?, smoke Buddha for breakfast White folks in pinto's and n***as get Lexus Check this, the ho-tamin', macadamian Much, much gamin, works and the fame and Too much dick for one ho, sometimes a n***a gotta slang it So the rich b**hes g**nin' The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began Except a n***a got a little more ends [Verse 4: Cold 187um] Since I'm the last n***a, I'm the soul survivor I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders I made a promise to myself that when you hear me Kick the gangsta sh** and stay gone hit? and make a s**er fear me As for the b**hes, well I don't have time Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme So skip to the lou, my baby, more bounce to the ounce Cause I don't wanna be the one with a b**h that try to take my bank account Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp Cause temptation probably k**ed some of my homies Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great' If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape But I'm not I'm sorry to disappoint you cause I'm not the average Joe That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more So I kick it like a Pomo-n***a They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me? b**h, yeah, you all on my dick tryin' to gank me and my homies But you know you never gets none Because if gankin's bein' done I be the motherf**in' one From the east coast, the west coast Now tell me who's the best coast?! Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators Who comes first, yo, and who comes later [w/ Kokane] Cause I always wear my bulletproof vest, y'all Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all And there's the s**ers out there you put to rest, y'all Yeah, cause I'm a n***a that's hailed from the west And I'm smokin' motherf**ers like Elliot Ness Yeah, and you don't stop