[ Dr. Dre ]



Hey yo, check this out, y'all



Since we almost at the last song



Won't y'all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit?







[ KM.G ]



Alright







Once again, a black nigga named KM.G



And now it's time to drop some real pimpin shit



Knowledge it, cause we livin like hustlers



Comin from U.S.C.



For those that don't know



That's the University of South Central



So bless the 40oz.



Cautse his is somethin to jump on



Why, you can drink whatever



Like I said before, ain't nothin changed but the weather



'bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlers



Hustlers beyond control



Homies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoes



We was there when the pimpin shit was put down



Yo, 187



(What's up, man?)



Yo, this shit is flowin



(Muthafuckin right, it is)



Yeah, let's take our time and do it the way a player would



(Alright)







Okay!



[ VERSE 1: Cold 187um & KM.G ]



Here we go, flowin on and on



What's this we're doin so well? That's the name of the song



Let's break it down, we're rollin nationally, clockin hoes



Well, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foes



We don't need em, we know too many backstabbers now



In our face they say they're with it, behind they back they put us down



And try to clown a player like me, 187 from 'Mona



And my homie the rancher from the city of Toners



I hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A.



We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the Trey



They sayin, "What's up, gees, tell me what's happenin



I heard you're clockin dollars, but you're still out there rappin"



You should know, it's my cash flow, now I'm just hangin



With these beats called dope and these rhymes that I'm slingin



That are so fly, we can't deny, we must reply



If we twist it in two zags, we can all get high



Off this shit, it's so legit, label it Chronic



Cause if our rhymes was a robot, they'd all be Bionic



Get up and get with it, if not, we feel we're owin



Throw your hands in the air while we keep on flowin







[ Cold 187um ]



Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked on



See, flowin is a art from the heart of a player



So we gon' do the next one like this, man







[ VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G ]



People say we have such strange vocabulary



To find these words you need a underground dictionary



Plus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledge



And to get this, boy, you see, you can't go to college



Now see, you gotta be around when the shit goes down



Not only spectating, man, you gotta throw down



Yeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar's



Or maybe over somethin like money and skeezers



That's why we got this rule: first come, first served



And if you don't know the meaning, just listen to the words



I'm sayin, I don't be playin when I'm housin the scene



I keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiend



But I take them off, it's just because I'm scrappin



But I put em back on as I commence to rappin



Well, we do a show, rock the house and get paid



Take a bitch to the mote, then get laid



Send her home with a smile, cause it's worth her while



She's to the homies how she did it and she went the mile



I'm talkin whole nine yards, if you can understand



Cause I'm a playin muthafucka and I'm in demand



So flow on







[ KM.G ]



See



Untouchable players in effect



Makin all the big pay-offs



Callin all the shots 



Ballin



Punishin punk muthafuckas on the 12-gauges



I call on K-oss



Knowledge Over Sucker-Spinners



Dopeness jumpin off



Gots to be platinum-bound



O.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killer



A double-dose of the mega-flex



Like all you gees that think you're niggas with attitudes



You ain't got it like that



Cause Ruthless done fixed that



(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)



Fuck peace



I'm outta here