Songtext:
(mc ren's answering machine) Leuchtfolien Langenfeld Yeah, who dis? (cold187um) Yo, this hutch man, oh whats up? (mc ren answering machine) What up nigga, 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, nigga Flyer Druckerei It's hutch man, whats up? (mc ren) Hey, what's up dog? hey nigga 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) Nigga i'm about to rest, dog (cold) Lesezeichen basteln Aww, man saturday n shit and you talkin about rest? (mc ren) Man, what you talkin about, I was at that motherfuckin studio nigga, all night (cold) Man lets go get some 40s, bitches, something man, do something (mc ren) Hey, hey fuck what you gonna do (cold) Steuervorteile Aw, aw its like ren, ren what's up? Aw nigga gonna hang up on a nigga, shit
(mc ren Come on and step on in, no turnin back While i drop shit that have your mind turnin black Nigga i break god damn necks, when i drop verses And blind your sight, from the shit that i recite Live from compton it's saturday night Immobilien Köln But ain't no joke, cause i don't play that shit Niggaz you know i ain't no motherfuckin comic Droppin street knowledge, plus a nigga islamic Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a fuck, But that shit don't be workin When i'm rollin in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel For real, and bitch-made-niggaz 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 nigga act like you knew kitzbuehl And if you continue trippin, motherfuck you I'm walkin with my niggaz, With the help of 187 on this tight ass track So step the hell back, and you can't afford to sleep Because my shit gets deep
(cold187um) Ok, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the fullest Everytime that i'm spit, get cha lit Frühlingsideen 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, niggaz be wanna free kick it pass So they can beat your shit, and jack your ass 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 fucked with And definately not that motherfucker they wanna press they luck with I keep it goin uncut, and if i get mad enough I shoot they whole fuckin 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 shit gets deeper
(mc ren) My shit gets backed up for days and days, it's hard to sleep My shit is too deep, Well how in the hell am i gonna deal with new niggaz That be comin hollerin wolf, and ain't put out shit yet Rollin down the street in my 4-5-0 Throwin wack niggaz shit out my window Cause rarely do i see niggaz that be comin with that funky ass shit That make you say fuck ay, go shoot a nigga down, But here comes that black nigga that they call ren Makin niggaz go and act crazy again Niggaz be fuckin fools for the hell of it Some down old niggaz better not come this way Cause i just don't give a fuck, cause i get in a baby gangsta mode Bitch slappin niggaz 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 ass beats Me and my niggaz come and get your ass Then me and my niggaz beat up on that ass Cause me and my niggaz, nigga love the creep When the shit gets deep, it gets deep
