Above The Law - Flow On (Move Me No Mountain) Lyrics
[Dr. Dre]Hey yo, check this out, y'allSince we almost at the last songWon't y'all kick some of that fly-ass gangsta shit?[KM.G]AlrightOnce again, a black nigga named KM.GAnd now it's time to drop some real pimpin shitKnowledge it, cause we livin like hustlersComin from U.S.C.For those that don't knowThat's the University of South CentralSo bless the 40oz.Cautse his is somethin to jump onWhy, you can drink whateverLike I said before, ain't nothin changed but the weather'bout to take you to a higher plateau of hustlersHustlers beyond controlHomies ranchin, rollin nationally, clockin hoesWe was there when the pimpin shit was put downYo, 187(What's up, man?)Yo, this shit is flowin(Mutha*****in 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 onWhat's this we're doin so well? That's the name of the songLet's break it down, we're rollin nationally, clockin hoesWell, just to turn em into freaks, but if they turn to foesWe don't need em, we know too many backstabbers nowIn our face they say they're with it, behind they back they put us downAnd try to clown a player like me, 187 from 'MonaAnd my homie the rancher from the city of TonersI hit a corner, cause they ballers in L.A.We give our props to the homies that be clockin on the TreyThey sayin, "What's up, gees, tell me what's happeninI heard you're clockin dollars, but you're still out there rappin"You should know, it's my cash flow, now I'm just hanginWith these beats called dope and these rhymes that I'm slinginThat are so fly, we can't deny, we must replyIf we twist it in two zags, we can all get highOff this shit, it's so legit, label it ChronicCause if our rhymes was a robot, they'd all be BionicGet up and get with it, if not, we feel we're owinThrow your hands in the air while we keep on flowin[Cold 187um]Yo KM.G, I think we got em locked onSee, flowin is a art from the heart of a playerSo we gon' do the next one like this, man[VERSE 2: Cold 187um & KM.G]People say we have such strange vocabularyTo find these words you need a underground dictionaryPlus trey lifetimes of the inner city knowledgeAnd to get this, boy, you see, you can't go to collegeNow see, you gotta be around when the shit goes downNot only spectating, man, you gotta throw downYeah, and check em in a bottle like if you were at Ceasar'sOr maybe over somethin like money and skeezersThat's why we got this rule: first come, first servedAnd if you don't know the meaning, just listen to the wordsI'm sayin, I don't be playin when I'm housin the sceneI keep my Locs on, because I know you on fiendBut I take them off, it's just because I'm scrappinBut I put em back on as I commence to rappinWell, we do a show, rock the house and get paidTake a ***** to the mote, then get laidSend her home with a smile, cause it's worth her whileShe's to the homies how she did it and she went the mileI'm talkin whole nine yards, if you can understandCause I'm a playin mutha*****a and I'm in demandSo flow on[KM.G]SeeUntouchable players in effectMakin all the big pay-offsCallin all the shotsBallinPunishin punk mutha*****as on the 12-gaugesI call on K-ossKnowledge Over Sucker-SpinnersDopeness jumpin offGots to be platinum-boundO.G. G-O, a mack, a arson, a chiller and a killerA double-dose of the mega-flexLike all you gees that think you're niggas with attitudesYou ain't got it like thatCause Ruthless done fixed that(Hey yo, what happened to peace?)***** peaceI'm outta here
