Above The Law - Playaz & Gangstas Lyrics
[Intro: Cold 187Um]Awawaw, awawaw, awawaw, awawaw (*Laughter*)Yeah, we be that sick, sick-Ass-CliqueCalled Above The Law, right back at you (*Laughter*)Yeah, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, yeahBeatin' down your block, checkin' in your spotAnd it don't stopLike I said before we do our thing from L.A. to OaktownPomona style, yeah, so check it, I'mma bust it off like this[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]Nineteen ninety fry, back in your motha*****in' faceNigga step back before I catch a caseYeah, I'm on the chase for the paperA decade deep into the game and I'mma break youGuarantee to take you, to the next levelYeah, and I'm bound still slam to the flow, trick hoYo, so nigga what that A.T.L like, they can't see meWhen the nigga passed the Mic, check thisI'm comin' up out the mist like RomadeemWith nine full it up with the Infrared beamYeah, I represent that Westcoast downFor them niggas on the streets and in the PenthouseSo, put your stress up cause we're gettin' bomb tonightAnd if you feel me, nigga that's rightYo, we make the hood-rats yell outYo, that's the ?? will your punked out nigga pick it outBecause we be the original undisputed onesThat make more hits then humble county growth greenYou know what I mean, ha ha, ugh, yeah[Hook: Cold 187Um]When I run up in your spot, you don't want to see meWhen I'm beatin' down the block, you don't want to see meWhen your *****es on my jock, you don't want to see meCome trippin' in my spot, you don't want to see meCause I'mma player, player, aww, I'mma gangster, gangsterUgh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambamDamn it feels good to see people up on itUgh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam, yeah[Verse 2: Km.G]We dwell in level, my kinfolk peep me, to the realHomie Diomands last forever, and troops stay togetherIf it be that way, then we'll drink CartierThe Low-riderin' niggas that'll get your ass to AlazhayI'm in it, gotherin' Pimp Clinic, they're partyin' to me babyDid a lick with jack move, now we hell of shadyJust heard about pervin' as we bounced to the BayAnd we still servin' yay, the old fashion wayPomona is the house, check it outSouth Central is the house, without doubt, we turn it outCrimin-als, hustlers pay us nowAll we wanna do is flip a chicken and a half of cowYeah, we're ready to kick the monster JamAnd we're on the West, and all the rest of y'all got the scriptSo back up with all that bullshit y'all be woofin'Cause y'all be curb servin' and them T's we be pushin'I'mma pimp when it comes to them tracksI got them twistin' hoes and bomb *****es triple in my sackNow, 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 FeverFloss mode, yeah, you know, ugh[Hook: Cold 187Um w/ minor Variations]When I run up in your spot, you don't want to see meWhen I'm beatin' down your block, you don't want to see meIf your *****es on my jock, you don't want to see meI be trippin' down my spot, cause you don't want to see meCause I'mma player, player, aww, I'mma gangster, gangsterUgh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambamIt's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam, ugh
