(feat. Snow)

[Intro: Cold 187Um Talking]

Yo man, I heard you was havin' a couple of problems with your hoes

[Snow:]

Well you know I got a little philosophy for %#@! like that
It's like, you can pimp one hoe, you can pimp a thousand of them
Yo, but I'mma let KM.G break it down for them like this


[Verse 1: KM.G]
Yo, well let's ranch South Central

Here's a toast to the mother$#&@in' boogie
Hoes with no clothes, get a woody
From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick

You know a groupie's best friend is some hell of a dick
Yo, so once upon a time called now
As I give them a rhythm and I allow

For you to linger, before I send you
My trigger finger, ATL'll bring you stitches to your $$# "Straight up"
So break me off somethin' proper for the bad 'n the bold

Much respect's committed to the hustlers beyond control
Release my pole, see what I can catch
A mega (*##$ with some ends or even a bare batch

Of some P-I-C, see what I can tossy
Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body
The hype mega %#@! that straight drowns the public

Penetentiary object, kinda lawful so that makes me a mother$#&@in' subject
I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife
Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life

On the funk tip "Yeah"
Every man has his price clip
Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it

My ^!$$% 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it
For South Central, Compton and Watts
Fly !@$#s I'm willin' to gank, give me what you got

It's a position where ranching is the mission
A.T.L is direct
A little Dose Of The Mega Flex...


[Break: Cold 187Um]
You know Snow, (*##$es never cease to amaze me, man

When I breaks one (*##$ I have to turn around and break another one, man
I mean why? I buy her things, I keep them looking good
But hey, no dough, man

I mean, I keeps them broke, player
Hey, cause I'm all about adding, not subtracting, you know
"True, true"


[Verse 2: KM.G]
Well let's sail, sail to a land

Where a ^!$$% is a king with a gun in his hand
True ^!$$%z get scandalous, then it turns to gankin'
And your %#@! gets rowdy then you have to bank one "Ping"

Breaking, I'm broken, here's a token to play with
Flowing with attitude, so yo, check the difference again "yeah"
A bit of info to the hoes and (*##$es

KM.G'll serve mother$#&@in' stitches
But kickin' it with the G's there's things we must rehearse
The one-time jacks, put my mother$#&@in' gat in your purse

Not tryin to work you or leave you much to lean in
Cause punk-Ass-^!$$%z treat (*##$es the way they wanna be treated
Yeah, you can see that you're a (*##$ if I ever seen one

Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung
It's all kinds of hoes and !@$#s and tramps
and hotties and skeezers "Yeah they all dick pleasers"

Then when I say "What up" I don't wanna put a damper
Hit a stupid-Ass-(*##$ in the head with some Pampers
Maybe then I'll get a single mother's attention

Clothes on the counter, yo, I forgot to mention
That we done tossed all the tramps in the welfare line
So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time

So come on hoes, shoot your best shot
Call me Elmer J. Fudd, I own a mansion and a yacht
Or call me KM.G, I'm here to serve, on the wreck

Fly the seat out through the window for a dose of the mega flex....

[Outro: Snow]
Yeah man!
Man, I ain't had no more trouble with them $#&@ing woman, sayin' [Ping]

I'm ready for $#&@ing pimpin' any time, any !@#$ day, you know
Right now, right now, right now, you know

[Cold 187Um:]
That's how you checks them, man

It makes them give you respect, you know what I'm sayin'
Yo, A.T.L the mega pimp clinic
'91 and we outta here, see you

[KM.G:]

Yeah man, I gotta go out here and put this game down
Like it supposed to be put down, you know
You know, always remember that you run things
And that's the way it is and that's how it's always gon' be
You know, yo, we sold

You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player

[Snow:]
That's spiritual man, see you man, you old time
Keep going, don't stop
Keep going, don't stop

Oh yeah