[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