Above The Law - Game Wreck-Oniz-Iz Game lyrics

rate me

Alright, this shit is fly

I know Dre didn't do the motherfucker, but you know what? !

This shit ain't right unless I'm rappin' on this motherfucker

You got somethin' for it nigga, what's up?

You goddamn right, I got somethin' for it

Matter fact, I got the motherfucker right here in my pocket

Give me a motherfuckin' beat

Alright, let's do this shit

Batter up, and let me hit you with some crazy-ass shit

Welcome to the E's bottomless pit

Where I play the mothafuckin' executioner

Thinkin' the devious things of a murderer

Yes, the menace of all menaces back in the Guinness

Book of Records for smokin' motherfuckers, you see

Cause there's only one E-A-Z-Y-E

And I'm kickin' the Chronic on this ATL LP

So one motherfuckin, two motherfuckin, three

All you punk bitches better respect me as a G

Cause I got the dope sack, without a motherfuckin' doubt

And when the shit hits the fan, it's outta my mouth

Kickin' that gangster shit, boy, it pays

And if you got the Buddah, then motherfucker blaze

And hit it for the city of Compton

Shouts goes out to those who remain foes

Cause I like to be the motherfuckin' underdog

And if we got beef

I used to be the quicker picker upper bitch

But I took recess and it's time to rip shop

By the way I gotta earn my dap

And it's always on if a nigga wanna scrap

And you don't stop

Well alright

Yeah yeah, that was cool E

Yo, we gotta let Kokane get in here and do somethin', man

Before he step off

You know what I'm sayin

Yeah, kick it

Ah... dibby-dibby soundbwoy, dibby-dibby soundbwoy

Ready to catch you dibby-dibby-dibby sound-

It's like heary, heary, come one, come all

Kokane is servin' suckers at the players balls

If you come up

A tisket a tasket, we dump your body in a basket

Or bury you in a casket, dependin' on how you fit

We can go raggamuffin' or get into some G shit

We'll take the gun or we kick the flavor

Cause when I flow, when I flow you'll catch the vapor

And now I'm rollin' on twisters hittin' them switches

I make a quick stop to collect from my many bitches

After bitches, they do my every deed

It's like some sell pussy, some sell coke, some sell weed

What you need, what you want I can supply

I got the new improved shit that's guaranteed to get you high

Yo, there's no same to my game, my name is Kokane

I'm pimpin' bitches in the church, preachin' God's work

But I'm the smartest thing to quit around

So put your money in a basket and pass the motherfucker down

Sayin' what King James wrote

And I'm a give you the Holy Ghost for a motherfuckin' c-note

Ride around town in a all-black Ferrari

I said, 'Hallelujah, oh the Lord gave it to me'

Knowin' that a nigga is motherfuckin wrong

I go the choir singin' that sad song

Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick Nigga

Black Mafia, Pimp Clinic on a level

Also nigga, must remain Above The Law

Nigga, Cali' comes to Harlem, or maybe Brooklyn or the Bronx

(Or was it way out west where we be breakin' up jumbs for punks)

I paid 13.5 for some weight up in Queens

But you know, the nigga had to run it, if you know what I mean

Cause I'm Jack, the motherfuckin' Tripper

And if you slip while I'm trippin', I'm a have to pull a clip-per

And hit a corner, buy a bird in Miami

Come back on consignment for my homeboy Sammy

Now Sammy down in Tampa for himself comin' up

A few birds in the street, now his ego is pumped

I pull a heater on a nigga if the shit gets deep

That's on my homie, all my homies, may they rest in peace

Too all the G's and Mackaronies

From the City of Angels jackin' phonies

Elect me two weeks, smoke Buddha for breakfast

White folks in pintos and niggas get Lexus

Check this, the hoe-tamin, macadamian

Much, much gamin, works and the fame and

Too much dicks for one hoe, sometimes a nigga gotta sling it

So the rich bitches gangbangin'

The Mafia pimps is back funkin the section

Twistin' on them twisters with the hump connection

Ain't nothin' changed from the time I began

Except a nigga got a little more ends

Since I'm the last nigga, I'm the soul survivor

I got the illy illy style for the Jeeps and the Lowriders

I made a promise to myself that when you hear me

Kick the gangsta shit

As for the bitches, well I don't have time

Cause I'm a young black hustler comin' up on a rhyme

So skip to the lool, my baby, more bounce to the ounce

Cause I don't wanna be the one with a bitch that try to take my bank account

Oh what the hell, oh what the hell, they all think I'm a simp

But they all fall in love when they find out I'm a pimp

Cause temptation probably killed some of my homies

Livin' in a world of backstabbers and phonies

If I was Tony the Tiger I would say the world was 'great'

If I was Mike Tyson I would be in jail for rape

But I'm sorry this approached you cause I'm not the average Joe

That can flow, cause I believe that I'm worth much more

So I kick it like a homo nigga

They wanna be on mine cause I live much bigger

Why don't you say what you did when you said what you did to me?

Bitch, yeah, you all on my dick tryin' to gank me and my homies

But you know you never gets none

Because if gankin's bein' done I be the motherfuckin' one

From the East Coast, the West Coast

Now tell me who's the best coast? !

Who's the innovators and who's the perpetrators

Who comes first, yo, and who comes later

Cause I always got my bulletproof vest, y'all

Whether I'm chillin' in the east or the west, y'all

You know I have to give my props to the best, y'all

And there's the suckers out there

Yeah, cause I'm a nigga that's hailed from the west

And I'm smokin' motherfuckers like Elliot Ness

Yeah, and you don't stop