Above The Law - Who Ryde Lyrics
[Featuring: Kokane & Tone Loc][Intro: Km.G Whispering on the Mic ]Here it is y'all, right hereLyrics let the nigga join that demon shitSo I guess... I just have to join that gameDamn I've admired every touch of that shitCome on with me[Km.G:]Tack me baby, get me up, H-Nigga in the frontMe trade and me packed and me stay strappedBail and hangin, doin' a little gang with my niggazWhile we flirt with some skirts, you know, some herpesBut we stay with it, yeah, we flip itWe find us, a mother*****in' Chevy then we dip itThen they asked me: why you're in the game?Rollin' S-class, helpin' Kokane[Kokane:]Yeah, see you're lookin' at my hoochie it's about that timeThat me rollin' with my cliquePimp Clinic hittin' Dolo sticksCause *****es be sayin: Aiy, Mr. Gold Wire playerWon't come out to be my whore layerNah *****, I be sittin' at the Dr. CoffeeHatin' for the snow to roll in or split inIt's Kokane A.K.A. the black hopperSurrounded by the black gangsters with triple beamersCause sometimes it gets so hard to slang your styleWhat you said Km.G?Chocolate NutsWhat you got Km.G?Big brown Chocolate NutsWhat we got Km.G?[Km.G:]Chocolate NutsAnd I'm lookin' for them hookers with them big Chocolate buttsTake up get ***** while we laugh about my jail recordDiggin' the drawers girl, so check itAs I flow watch my bottom dropAnd I be fillin' my tap, hittin' you up on your block[Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting]Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hardEveryday there's a change[Cold 187Um:]They wanna stop Gangster Rap but they're kind of lateCause I've been kickin' Gangster shit for seven years straightAnd best believe makin' the endUgh, puttin' in work for my niggaz in the Pen'Cause see, once upon a time I had a cabin sackI start flossin' and flossin' and never got trackedSmokin' weed everydayAnd make the funky beats for my niggaz around the wayYeah, now I think I'm worked millionsAnd your white folks mad cause I'm sellin' to your childrensBy the house and by the keyThey don't wanna be like Mike, they wanna be like meWhat's happenin' in the ghetto ain't happenin' anywhereAnd upon California not any whereSo boo yaa, boo yaa, boo yaa, what's happenin' partner?Ugh, I'm all in this track and I'm a break you off somethin' properCause I'm the C-O-L-D, original 187 in the place to beSo when you see me, you better give me my propsOr get popped by the .44 and land out in Shot sippin'And for me, see that's a promise, I ain't trippin'Boy, I'm just honost, ugh[Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting]Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hardEveryday there's a change[Tone Loc:]I kick back, relax, cause I'm fat and all thatWhen I attack, it's like a swing of the Baseball batKnown to force me, cause I live my life coastlyIf I had a ringer I'll be around rosilyLived my early years straight like a HoodlumNo time for women cause I've never understood thatThey wanted to hold me, stretch me in Coupe DeRather have my forties than just prove at my HooptyComin' down your block, your street, comin' down your avenueCheck that gratitude, check my attitudeYou wanna run up, you got your gun upFool, what's up? - Shit, your bet not even hick upCause if you do, I'm break your jawLoc, Kokane and Above the LawPuttin' in work like some more Vietnam vetsWhat we set, gettin' more more respectsBut residentials as individuals sad as pitifulThat you can get a hookOf Tone Loc kickin' that raw shit for your lifeWest Side Swap Meet, and Black Mafia Life[Chorus x2: Kokane Chanting]Hard hard hard, hard hard hard, hard hard hardEveryday there's a change
