(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-aca
