Above the Law — Harda U R Tha Doppa U Faal

[Verse 1] See we way out there Into planetary hulk mega's Pushing more bass than a Vega So welcome to the place where nobody dance to go So head for the hills and hide ya hoes We're the worlds most untouchable clinic Ain't no way to get out because you're all in it Cause niggas been clocking for 30 days straight Its 4:45 i'll have it cooked by 8 I'll wrap it in the cellophane and grab ol' silver Just like U.P.S it comes personally delivered You get the whole funk and nothing but the funk Cause some of are colleges be serving that [garbage?] They wanna be head honcho, big supreme But they ain't really winning on a triple beam Yea, so I fly like an eagle when i'm winning Hit a couple of corners and make a killing Ya' know what I mean Yeah, i'm a player with game so peep I'm more funky than Parliament when they made Knee Deep Me i'm more fly than 20 birds of yay' I been the only nigga serving this [muzzle?] fool Yo' cause see from player to player It's all in the network And just like a tailor we got tha' shit sowed up Believe that shit motherfuckers [Hook] Yeah 1992 Above The Law's in this motherfucker Putting the west coast on the map But we ain't here to pull rank Just clock bank plus crazy status [Verse 2] Back on the streets after 2 scoops of raisins Niggas started tripping and said that we had faded Ahh shit K.MG, I love it when ya twist em' Let me tell you how I feel When the chronic's in my system It's like phsyco-ponic, do-ma-la-ma New-ma-la-ma, mister gimmie way Now I need a polished cup for my private meditation While I smoke like an indian on my reservation Oh, yo' I hear that but other suckers smear that But speak on a fool, they love my nigga cause they fear that Baam, and flaunt my gangsta tactics And young dumb hoe's can't touch the cactus It's a sticky situation, it's a situation sticky Mister police why you all on my black dickies Jail house crease, those stand up on the wall I got the ski-mask incognito, on my lap when I ball Yeah straight to be me But you don't see me Buddy line on my dick but I really ain't giving a shit Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under When i'm slanging and flinging them numbers Yeah, but never treat M.C's just like crooked cops Catch ya' slipping 1 time I gotta go pop, boo'yah 2000, zero, fuck it, party's over The shit is kind of wicked boy I told ya' [Hook]