Cold 187um - X.O. Wit Me lyrics

[Intro: Cold 187Um] This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind I'm with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time We got KM.G in the house DJ K-Oss in the house Jayo Felony in the house I must spit [Verse 1: Cold 187Um] Welcome to the tilt that the Tru's built We on gold whips, with them k**er lifts Look here, tre swinging rag-top Boy you didn't know we was some legends like Sasquatch? Dot your I's, cross your T's, when you see these G's We stand tall like them California palm trees And everything is fine, when I roll Cause I flips never slips sipping X.O... [Verse 2: Km.G] I X.O. before I s**-o, a Pimp Clinic ritual Chips for the stacking, hoes wanna know what's cracking I'm in, tell them they ain't coming through with that love potion Ask me what I'm quoting, wondering, what I'm smoking The bomb, more scarier than that sh** her-on Sweat out your b**h 'do fresh from the salon I can't give it up, I love my leather and chrome And my 20 inch rims, grin n***a, I'm gone yeah..... [Hook: Cold 187Um and Km.G] So now we got you hooked on X.O So high the homegirls can't let go See the homies still fading that X.O Worldwide, Above The Law getting faded on another level So now we got you hooked on X.O So high the homeboys can't let go See the homies still fading that X.O What "X.O." What "X.O." [Verse 3: Jayo Felony] Like I was born to be homicidal, so I let my black Glock spit Motherf**ers don't wanna see this California sh** Who you can't go the mile so you ganked my penitentiary style That I kicked since a juvenile n***as who be foul get touched Kicking this sh** with Km.G and Hutch Then I roll through your hood and blast such and such More than your whole click with what I'm holding Patrolling the block I'm from If one gun aiming up, then 40 Glock'll come Rock your son then I pop you one Ugh, you done, k** a b**h in the sun I ain't the one mothaf**er Like walking across a tiger, in a pork chop bikini n***a You gon' get ate up, so you don't wan' see me It'll be me in the chucks so if I steps in a three piece It's D-O-G-C and he'll see deceased I hold more alcohol than a liquor store For sure, clown these hoes at a show And for sure we X.O.... [Hook] [Verse 4: Km.G] Oh for sheezy n***a, I stay Eazy like E I got hoes making sounds like Master P "Ugh" I got homies with the bomb and we still on the run Yeah, hooker hit the grind and it's tossing time See I asked me homey Jayo what's the price on the yayo Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homey from Diego Get the plug on the drop, hop Then my n***as hit the club Bring five of them back to kick it in the hot-tub.. [Verse 5: Cold 187Um] We got the hook up from here to Okinawe New and improved like the C-4 Volvo "yeah, yeah" And remember one thing when you in my zone Is that I still break a b**h conversating on a chipped phone Cause I'm amazing like the great Houdini "ooohh weee" And I be fly like that hit of ya Remi Who wanna be me I wanna see me when I'm on the grind Cause I be straight hitting corners, X.O.'ing in the sunshine... [Hook] [Refrain: X6] Km.G: See I can't lose, with the sh** that I use 187Um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me [Outro: Street Dialogue] Goddizamn, who's that knockin down the blizock like that homies Oh that's the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km.G What's up my n***as, what's up man What's up homey, trip, trip, trip (*Car Parked*) Damn I'm trying to come up on some weed for the party Oh they got you down the street Where at? Lafayette, got some bomb Lafayette down the street Not the Lafayette that I got into it at the club last week? They got that pure AIght Imma holla at them and see whats up Come back if you dont get right