(feat. Cold187um)

[MC Ren's answering machine]

Yeah, who dis?
[Cold187um]
Yo, this Hutch man, oh whats up?

[MC Ren answering machine]
What up ^!$$%, what's happenin? Yeah, check this out
I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap

I'll get back, peace
[Cold187um]
Yo whats up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, ^!$$%

It's Hutch man, whats up?
[MC Ren]
Hey, what's up dog? Hey ^!$$% what time is man?

[Cold]
Hey I don't know, man, I'm just sayin man, I was just callin
To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down

[MC Ren]
^!$$% I'm about to rest, dog
[Cold]

Aww, man Saturday n %#@! and you talkin about rest?
[MC Ren]
Man, what you talkin about,

I was at that mother$#&@in studio ^!$$%, all night
[Cold]
Man lets go get some 40s, (*##$es, something man, do something

[MC Ren]
Hey, hey $#&@ what you gonna do
[Cold]

Aw, aw its like Ren, Ren what's up?
Aw ^!$$% gonna hang up on a ^!$$%, %#@!


[MC Ren]
Come on and step on in, no turnin back
While I drop %#@! that have your mind turnin black

^!$$% I break God damn necks, when I drop verses
And blind your sight, from the %#@! that I recite
Live from Compton it's Saturday night

But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that %#@!
^!$$%z you know I ain't no mother$#&@in comic
Droppin street knowledge, plus a ^!$$% Islamic

Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a $#&@,
but that %#@! don't be workin
When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel

For real, and (*##$-made-^!$$%z get they caps peeled
When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now that you know ^!$$% act like you knew

And if you continue trippin, mother$#&@ you
I'm walkin with my ^!$$%z,
with the help of 187 on this tight $$# track

So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
Because my %#@! gets deep


[Cold187um]
Ok, time for me to rustle more %#@!, 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, ^!$$%z be wanna Free Kick It pass
So they can beat your %#@!, and jack your $$#

I give em 187 times to try
But on the real, they better off committin suicide
Slide me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em

That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be $#&@ed with
And definately not that mother$#&@er they wanna press they luck with
I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough

I shoot they whole $#&@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 %#@! gets deeper


[MC Ren]
My %#@! gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
My %#@! is too deep,
well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new ^!$$%z
That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out %#@! yet

Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
Throwin wack ^!$$%z %#@! out my window
Cause rarely do I see ^!$$%z that be comin with that funky $$# %#@!
That make you say $#&@ ay, go shoot a ^!$$% down,
but here comes that black ^!$$% that they call Ren

Makin ^!$$%z go and act crazy again
^!$$%z be $#&@in fools for the hell of it
Some down old ^!$$%z better not come this way
Cause I just don't give a $#&@, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
(*##$ slappin ^!$$%z with my fist

Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
But my roots in the street
killin playa haters over some wicked $$# beats
Me and my ^!$$%z come and get your $$#
Then me and my ^!$$%z beat up on that $$#

Cause me and my ^!$$%z, ^!$$% love the creep
When the %#@! gets deep, it gets deep