Cold 187um:
This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind
With the twist of a rhyme we outlast time
We got KMG in the house
DJ K-oss in the house
Jayo Felony in the house
I must spit
Welcome to the tilt that the trues built
We on gold whips with them killer lifts
Look here, tre swinging rag-top
Boy you didn't know we was some legends like Sasquatch?
Dot your i's, cross your t's, when you see these Gs
We stand tall like them California palm trees
And everything is fine when I roll
'Cause I flips never slips sipping X.O.
KMG:
I X.O. before I sex-o, a pimp clinic ritual
Chips for the stacking, hoes wanna know what's cracking
I'm in, tell 'em they ain't coming through with that love potion
Ask me what I'm quoting, wondering what I'm smoking
The bomb, more scarier than that shit hair on
Sweat out your bitch due fresh out the salon
I can't give it up, I love my leather and chrome
And my 20 inch rims, grin nigga, I'm gone
Yeah!
Hook: (Cold 187um & KMG)
So now we got you hooked on X.O.
So high the homegirls can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O.
Worldwide, Above The Law getting faded on another level
So now we got you hooked on X.O.
So high the homeboys can't let go
See the homies still fading that X.O. [What!] X.O. [What!] X.O.
Jayo Felony:
Like I was born to be homicidal so I let my Glock spit
Motherfuckers don't wanna see this California shit
Who you can't go the mile so you ganked my penetentiary style
That I kicked since a juvenile
Niggas who be foul get touched
Kicking this shit with KMG and Hutch
Then I roll through your hood and blast such and such
More than your whole click with what I'm holding
Patrolling the block I'm from
If one gun aiming up then 40 Glock'll come
Rock your son then I pop you one
Ugh, you done, kill a bitch in the sun
I ain't the one mu'fucker
Like walking across a tiger in a pork chop bikini, nigga
You gon' get ate up, so you don't wan' see me
It'll be me and a chick so if I steps in a three piece
It's D-O-G see and he'll see deceased
I hold more alcohol than a liquor store
For sure, clown these hoes at a show
And for sure we X.O.
[Hook]
KMG:
Oh for sheezy, nigga, I stay Eazy like E
I got hoes making sounds like Master P [Ugh!]
I got homies with the bomb and we still on the run
Yeah, hooker hit the grind and it's tossing time
See I asked me homie Jayo what's the price on the yayo
Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homie from Diego
Get the plug on the drop, hop
Then my niggas hit the club
Bring five of 'em back to kick it in the hot-tub
Cold 187um:
We got the hook up from here to Okinawe
New and improved like the C-4 Volvo
And remember one thing when you in my zone
Is that I still break a bitch conversating on a chipped phone
'Cause I'm amazing like the great Houdini
And I be fly like that hit of ya Remi
Who wanna be me
I wanna see me when I'm on the grind
'Cause I be straight hitting corners, X.O.'ing in the sunshine
[Hook x2]
[ Sample: See I can't lose, with the shit that I use
Cold 187um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me! ] x4