(MC Ren's answering machine)
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Yeah, who dis?
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(Cold187um)
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Yo, this Hutch man, oh whats up?
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(MC Ren answering machine)
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What up nigga, what's happenin? Yeah, check this out
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I ain't even in right now, ah so leave a message at the beap
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I'll get back, peace
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(Cold187um)
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Yo whats up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, nigga
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It's Hutch man, whats up?
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(MC Ren)
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Hey, what's up dog? Hey nigga what time is man?
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(Cold)
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Hey I don't know, man, I'm just sayin man, I was just callin
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To see what's poppin, man, what's goin down
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(MC Ren)
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Nigga I'm about to rest, dog
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(Cold)
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Aww, man Saturday n shit and you talkin about rest?
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(MC Ren)
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Man, what you talkin about,
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I was at that motherfuckin studio nigga, all night
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(Cold)
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Man lets go get some 40s, bitches, something man, do something
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(MC Ren)
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Hey, hey fuck what you gonna do
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(Cold)
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Aw, aw its like Ren, Ren what's up?
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Aw nigga gonna hang up on a nigga, shit
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(MC Ren
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Come on and step on in, no turnin back
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While I drop shit that have your mind turnin black
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Nigga I break God damn necks, when I drop verses
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And blind your sight, from the shit that I recite
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Live from Compton it's Saturday night
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But ain't no joke, cause I don't play that shit
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Niggaz you know I ain't no motherfuckin comic
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Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigga Islamic
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Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck,
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but that shit don't be workin
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When I'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
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For real, and bitch-made-niggaz get they caps peeled
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When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, with the steel toe
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As if you didn't know, now that you know nigga act like you knew
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And if you continue trippin, motherfuck you
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I'm walkin with my niggaz,
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with the help of 187 on this tight ass track
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So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep
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Because my shit gets deep
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(Cold187um)
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Ok, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the fullest
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Everytime that I'm spit, get cha lit
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Get cha lifted, get cha high as you wanna go
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Breakin fools off that wanna floss your gold
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Cause I hate flossers and I hate braggers
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I hate short stoppers and I hate laggers
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On the real, niggaz be wanna Free Kick It pass
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So they can beat your shit, and jack your ass
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I give em 187 times to try
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But on the real, they better off committin suicide
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Slide me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
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That I'm not to be trusted, and not to be fucked with
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And definately not that motherfucker they wanna press they luck with
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I keep it goin uncut, and if I get mad enough
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I shoot they whole fuckin set up
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And don't say I didn't warn ya
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It ain't funny, when you be a victim by the corner
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187 be the gate keeper
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Cause where I'm from, the shit gets deeper
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(MC Ren)
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My shit gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep
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My shit is too deep,
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well how in the hell am I gonna deal with new niggaz
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That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out shit yet
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Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0
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Throwin wack niggaz shit out my window
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Cause rarely do I see niggaz that be comin with that funky ass shit
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That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga down,
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but here comes that black nigga that they call Ren
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Makin niggaz go and act crazy again
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Niggaz be fuckin fools for the hell of it
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Some down old niggaz better not come this way
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Cause I just don't give a fuck, cause I get in a baby gangsta mode
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Bitch slappin niggaz with my fist
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Cause I insist I'm a hell of a lyricist
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But my roots in the street
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killin playa haters over some wicked ass beats
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Me and my niggaz come and get your ass
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Then me and my niggaz beat up on that ass
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Cause me and my niggaz, nigga love the creep
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When the shit gets deep, it gets deep
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Live From Compton 'Saturday Night'
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MC Ren |