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Yeah, who
Yo, this Hutch man, oh, up?
up nigga, what's happenin'? Yeah, check this out
I ain't in right now, ah, so leave a message at the beap

I'll get back, peace, yo up man, it's me, man
up the phone, nigga
It's Hutch man, up?
Hey, what's up Hey nigga what time is, man?

Hey, I don't know, man, I'm just man, I was just callin'
To see what's poppin', man, what's goin'
Nigga I'm to rest, dog
Aww, man Saturday n shit and you talkin' about

Man, what you talkin'
I was at that studio nigga, all night
Man go get some 40s, bitches, somethin' man, do somethin'
Hey, hey, fuck, you gonna do
Aw, aw like Ren, Ren what's up?
Aw nigga, gonna hang up on a nigga,

Come on and step on in, no turnin'
While I drop shit that have your mind black
Nigga, I break God damn necks, when I drop
And blind your sight from the shit that I

Live from Compton it's Saturday
But no joke, 'cause I don't play that shit
Niggaz you know I no motherfuckin' comic
Droppin' street knowledge, plus a Islamic

Hoodrats they do the hoochie boogie for a
But that don't be workin'
When I'm in my truck, the farthest they get is a big wheel
For real and get they caps peeled

When I walk, puts a hole in the floor, the steel toe
As if you didn't know, now you know nigga act like you knew
And if you trippin', motherfuck you
I'm walkin' with my niggaz with the help of 187 on tight ass track

So the hell back and you can't afford to sleep
my shit gets deep

Okay, time for me to rustle more shit, represent to the
Every that I'm spit, get cha lit
Get cha lifted, get cha as you wanna go
Breakin' fools off that floss your gold

I hate flossers and I hate braggers
I hate short stoppers and I hate
On the real, niggaz be wanna kick it pass
So they can beat your shit and your ass

I give 'em 187 to try
But on the real, better off committin' suicide
me the tech Ren, so I can show 'em
That I'm not to be trusted and not to be with

And definitely not that
They wanna press they with
I keep it goin' and if I get mad enough
I shoot whole fuckin' set up

And don't say I warn ya
It funny when you be a victim by the corner
187 be the gate
'Cause where I'm from, the gets deeper

My shit backed up for days and days
It's hard to sleep, my is too deep
Well, how in the hell am I deal with new niggaz
That be comin', hollerin' wolf and ain't put out yet

down the street in my 4 5 0
Throwin' wack niggaz out my window
'Cause rarely do I see niggaz that be comin' with funky ass shit
That make you say ay, go shoot a nigga down

But here comes that black that they call Ren
Makin' niggaz go and act again
Niggaz be fuckin' for the hell of it
Some down old niggaz better not come way

'Cause I just don't a fuck
'Cause I get in a gangsta mode
Bitch slappin' with my fist
'Cause I I'm a hell of a lyricist

But my roots in the
playa haters over some wicked ass beats
Me and my niggaz and get your ass
me and my niggaz beat up on that ass

'Cause me and my niggaz, love the creep
When the shit deep, it gets deep