(mc ren's answering machine)   Yeah, who dis?    (cold187um)   Yo, this hutch man, oh what's 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 what's up man, it's me man, pick up the phone, nigga   It's hutch man, what's 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)   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)   Aw, aw it's 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   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   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   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