song lyrics
Flow On lyrics
[ 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
song lyrics
| 
