Live From Compton 'Saturday Night'

(MC Ren's answering machine)

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

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)

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 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

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