Cold 187um - Live From Compton 'Saturday Night' lyrics

[Skit] *Phone dials* MC Ren: Yeah, who's this? Hutch: Yo what's happening, it's Hutch, what's up dog? MC Ren: What up n**ga, what's happening? Hutch: Yo what's happening man? MC Ren: Yeah check this out, I ain't even in right now, leave a message after the beep. I'll get back, peace *Beep* Hutch: Yo what's up man, it's me man, pick up the phone n***a, it's Hutch man, what's up? MC Ren: Ey what's up dog? Hutch: What's up? MC Ren: n***a, what time is it man? Hutch: Hell I don't know man, I'm just saying man, I was calling to see what's popping, what's going down man? MC Ren: n***a, I'm about to rest dog Hutch: Man it's Saturday and sh**, and you talking about rest MC Ren: Man I've been in the motherf**ing studio up all night n***a Hutch: Man f** that studio, let's get to some parties, b**hes MC Ren: Ey, ey f** what you going through dog *Ren hangs up the phone* Hutch: Ah, ah Ren, Ren what's up, ah, n***a hang up on a n***a and sh** [Verse 1: MC Ren] Come on and step on in, no turnin back While I drop sh** that have your mind turnin black n***a I break God damn necks, when I drop verses And blind your sight, from the sh** that I recite Live from Compton it's Saturday night But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that sh** n***as you know I ain't no motherf**in comic Droppin street knowledge, plus a n***a Islamic Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a f** But that sh** don't be workin When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel For real, and b**h-made-n***as 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 n***a act like you knew And if you continue trippin, motherf** you I'm walkin with my n***as With the help of 187 on this tight a** track So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep Because my sh** gets deep [Verse 2: Cold 187um] Ok, time for me to rustle more sh**, 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, n***as be wanna Free Kick It pa** So they can beat your sh**, and jack your a** I give em 187 times to try But on the real, they better off committin suicide Slide me the TEC Ren, so I can show 'em That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be f**ed with And definately not that motherf**er They wanna press they luck with I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough I shoot they whole f**in 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 sh** gets deeper [Verse 3: MC Ren] My sh** gets backed up for days and days It's hard to sleep, my sh** is too deep Well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new n***as That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out sh** yet Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0 Throwin wack n***as sh** out my window Cause rarely do I see n***as that be comin with that funky a** sh** That make you say f** ay, go shoot a n***a down But here comes that black n***a that they call Ren Makin n***as go and act crazy again n***as be f**in fools for the hell of it Some down old n***as better not come this way Cause I just don't give a f** Cause I get in a baby gangsta mode b**h slappin n***as with my fist Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist But my roots in the street k**in playa haters over some wicked a** beats Me and my n***as come and get your a** Then me and my n***as beat up on that a** Cause me and my n***as, n***a, love the creep When the sh** gets deep, it gets deep