Above The Law - X.O. Wit Me

(feat. Jayo Felony)



[Intro: Cold 187Um]

This is an escalation, merging every corner of your mind

I'm with the twist of a rhyme, we outlast time

We got Km.G in the house

DJ K-Oss in the house

Jayo Felony in the house

I must spit



[Verse 1: Cold 187Um]

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 G's

We stand tall like them California palm trees

And everything is fine, when I roll

Cause I flips never slips sipping X.O...



[Verse 2: Km.G]

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 them 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.....



[Chorus: Cold 187Um and Km.G]

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."



[Verse 3: 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 penitentiary style

That I kicked since a juvenile

Niggaz who be foul get touched

Kicking this shit with Km.G 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 mothafucker

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...



[Chorus]



[Verse 4: Km.G]

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 homey Jayo what's the price on the yayo

Yeah right, they next to Mexico, the homey from Diego

Get the plug on the drop, hop

Then my niggaz hit the club

Bring five of them back to kick it in the hot-tub..



[Verse 5: Cold 187Um]

We got the hook up from here to Okinawe

New and improved like the C-4 Volvo "yeah, yeah"

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 "ooohh weee"

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...



[Chorus]



[Hook: x6]

Km.G: See I can't lose, with the shit that I use

187Um: So everybody, X.O. Wit Me



[Outro: Street Dialogue]

goddizamn, who's that knock you down the blizock right that homies

oh that's the homies K-Oss, Hutch, Km.G

what's up my niggaz, what's up man

what's up homey, trip, trip, trip [Car Parked]