[Intro: Cold 187Um]
Awawaw, awawaw, awawaw, awawaw (*Laughter*)
Yeah, we be that sick, sick-Ass-Clique

Called Above The Law, right back at you (*Laughter*)
Yeah, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beatin' down your block, checkin' in your spot

And it don't stop
Like I said before we do our thing from L.A. to Oaktown
Pomona style, yeah, so check it, I'ma bust it off like this


[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]
Nineteen ninety fry, back in your motha$#&@in' face

^!$$% step back before I catch a case
Yeah, I'm on the chase for the paper
A decade deep into the game and I'ma break you

Guarantee to take you, to the next level
Yeah, and I'm bound still slam to the flow, trick hoe
Yo, so ^!$$% what that A.T.L like, they can't see me

When the ^!$$% passed the Mic, check this
I'm comin' up out the mist like Romadeem
With nine full it up with the Infrared beam

Yeah, I represent that Westcoast down
For them ^!$$%z on the streets and in the Penthouse
So, put your stress up cause we're gettin' bomb tonight

And if you feel me, ^!$$% that's right
Yo, we make the hood-rats yell out
Yo, that's the ?? will your punked out ^!$$% pick it out

Because we be the original undisputed ones
That make more hits then humble county growth green
You know what I mean, ha ha, ugh, yeah


[Chorus: Cold 187Um]
When I run up in your spot, you don't want to see me

When I'm beatin' down the block, you don't want to see me
When your (*##$es on my jock, you don't want to see me
Come trippin' in my spot, you don't want to see me

Cause I'ma player, player, aww, I'ma gangster, gangster
Ugh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam
Damn it feels good to see people up on it

Ugh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam, yeah

[Verse 2: Km.G]

We dwell in level, my kinfolk peep me, to the real
Homie Diomands last forever, and troops stay together
If it be that way, then we'll drink Cartier

The Low-riderin' ^!$$%z that'll get your $$# to Alazhay
I'm in it, gotherin' Pimp Clinic, they're partyin' to me baby
Did a lick with jack move, now we hell of shady

Just heard about pervin' as we bounced to the Bay
And we still servin' yay, the old fashion way
Pomona is the house, check it out

South Central is the house, without doubt, we turn it out
Crimin-als, hustlers pay us now
All we wanna do is flip a chicken and a half of cow

Yeah, we're ready to kick the monster Jam
And we're on the West, and all the rest of y'all got the script
So back up with all that bull%#@! y'all be woofin'

Cause y'all be curb servin' and them T's we be pushin'
I'ma pimp when it comes to them tracks
I got them twistin' hoes and bomb (*##$es triple in my sack

Now, quite triple in Mercedes have released them in '96 see with Caddillacs

[Break: Cold 187Um Talking]

Yeah, that's how we do it in the nine Fever
Floss mode, yeah, you know, ugh


[Chorus: Cold 187Um w/ minor Variations]
When I run up in your spot, you don't want to see me
When I'm beatin' down your block, you don't want to see me

If your (*##$es on my jock, you don't want to see me
I be trippin' down my spot, cause you don't want to see me
Cause I'ma player, player, aww, I'ma gangster, gangster

Ugh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam
It's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam, ugh