(feat. Jayo Felony)

[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 trues built

We on gold whips, with them killer 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 sex-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 %#@! hair on
Sweat out your (*##$ due fresh out the salon

I can't give it up, I love my leather and chrome
And my 20 inch rims, grin ^!$$%, I'm gone yeah.....


[Chorus: 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 Glock spit

Mother$#&@ers don't wanna see this California %#@!
Who you can't go the mile so you ganked my penitentiary style
That I kicked since a juvenile

^!$$%z who be foul get touched
Kicking this %#@! 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, kill a (*##$ in the sun
I ain't the one motha$#&@er

Like walking across a tiger, in a pork chop bikini ^!$$%
You gon' get ate up, so you don't wan' see me
It'll be me and a chick so if I steps in a three piece

It's D-O-G see 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...

[Chorus]


[Verse 4: Km.G]
Oh for sheezy ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%z 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 (*##$ 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...


[Chorus]

[Hook: x6]
Km.G: See I can't lose, with the %#@! that I use

187Um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me

[Outro: Street Dialogue]
goddizamn, who's that knock you down the blizock right that homies
oh that's the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km.G

what's up my ^!$$%z, what's up man
what's up homey, trip, trip, trip [Car Parked]