Above the Law - 100 Spokes lyrics
[Above the Law - 100 Spokes lyrics]
Man, I'm at the light, man
Niggas is mad dogging
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at them niggas
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at their bitches
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at my shit
I'm thinking this shit is real
This shit is real
Yeah now tell me who wanna step to the real
As I'm beatin' down they block with
My clip ready to trip, ugh yeah
Cause player haters getting
Chin checked quick
Running off, with the mouth, like
The jealous groupie bitch, yo
I'mma jack him for his motherfucking loot
His house
His bitch and his motherfucking Lexus Coupé
Well, if you killed me you can have all that
But, if not, don't be surprised who that
Missile bein' launched at
Cause in the cell, realest they can't get
Nigga, check your nuts cause you fucked
Ugh yeah and then it's just like a OK corral
Cause they don't give a fuck about
Your bitch or your child
Have you all tied up in the house
Dynamite rip your ass with a
Gauge in your fuckin mouth mad as fuck
Cause you're squealing like a bitch
But they gonna kill everybody
Before somebody snitch
Now, everybody's getting hit up
Cause some bullshit got twisted
Got messy as fuck
Because you cats playing dumb
Me and my niggas was out
When I was rolling in the
Candy blue 'llac on whips
I be the player for life, ride
I get love from the blue and the red side
So lay them out all over my gun smoke
I never slipped when I'm rolling
On my 100 Spokes, bitch
You got the fliest shit you got air lines
You look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
When I bought my 100 Spokes
I bought a four five
Just for a nigga like the KM, to stay alive
Deep into the motherfuckering three
But we call it the trey
Built like the Rocks but
It's made by Chevrolet
Flowing and quoting what I need to
To get though the hood, nigga
Or get to my crew
And meditate, and regulate, never perpetrate
And plot on these busters, they gets fate
Legit, hard
Works this shit when it comes to them riders
My Anchor got 3 wheel, funk track provider
Rules to through motherfucking
Sounds I'm giving
Westcoast I know you love it and
Wish you can live it
Hear something about them 100 Spokes
When they be like dipping
Whipping around delight women
Freaking all the freaky bitches
When they're like spinning
Above the Law giving it up
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
Niggas is mad dogging
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at them niggas
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at their bitches
I'm looking at the light
I'm looking at my shit
I'm thinking this shit is real
This shit is real
Yeah now tell me who wanna step to the real
As I'm beatin' down they block with
My clip ready to trip, ugh yeah
Cause player haters getting
Chin checked quick
Running off, with the mouth, like
The jealous groupie bitch, yo
I'mma jack him for his motherfucking loot
His house
His bitch and his motherfucking Lexus Coupé
Well, if you killed me you can have all that
But, if not, don't be surprised who that
Missile bein' launched at
Cause in the cell, realest they can't get
Nigga, check your nuts cause you fucked
Ugh yeah and then it's just like a OK corral
Cause they don't give a fuck about
Your bitch or your child
Have you all tied up in the house
Dynamite rip your ass with a
Gauge in your fuckin mouth mad as fuck
Cause you're squealing like a bitch
But they gonna kill everybody
Before somebody snitch
Now, everybody's getting hit up
Cause some bullshit got twisted
Got messy as fuck
Because you cats playing dumb
Me and my niggas was out
When I was rolling in the
Candy blue 'llac on whips
I be the player for life, ride
I get love from the blue and the red side
So lay them out all over my gun smoke
I never slipped when I'm rolling
On my 100 Spokes, bitch
You got the fliest shit you got air lines
You look so fly of, so fly of
Of them 100 Spokes
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke
When I bought my 100 Spokes
I bought a four five
Just for a nigga like the KM, to stay alive
Deep into the motherfuckering three
But we call it the trey
Built like the Rocks but
It's made by Chevrolet
Flowing and quoting what I need to
To get though the hood, nigga
Or get to my crew
And meditate, and regulate, never perpetrate
And plot on these busters, they gets fate
Legit, hard
Works this shit when it comes to them riders
My Anchor got 3 wheel, funk track provider
Rules to through motherfucking
Sounds I'm giving
Westcoast I know you love it and
Wish you can live it
Hear something about them 100 Spokes
When they be like dipping
Whipping around delight women
Freaking all the freaky bitches
When they're like spinning
Above the Law giving it up
As I floss my 100 Spokes there's no joke