Above the Law - Dose of the Mega Flex lyrics

Yo man, i heard you was havin' a couple
Of problems with your hoes

Well you know I got a little
Philosophy for shit like that
It's like, you can pimp one ho
You can pimp a thousand of them
Yo, but I'mma let KMG break it
Down for them like this

Yo, well let's ranch South Central
Here's a toast to the motherfuckin' boogie
Hoes with no clothes, get a woody
From a G-sta, so hoes want it on thick
You know a groupie's best friend is
Some hell of a dick
Yo, so once upon a time called now
As I give them a rhythm and I allow
For you to linger, before I send you
My trigger finger
ATL'll bring you stitches to


Your ass "Straight up"
So break me off somethin' proper for
The bad 'n the bold
Much respect's committed to the
Hustlers beyond control
Release my pole, see what I can catch
A mega bitch with some ends
Or even a bare batch
Of some P-IC, see what I can tossy
Asti Spumanti I pour onto her body
The hype mega shit that
Straight drowns the public
Penetentiary object
Kinda lawful so that makes
Me a motherfuckin' subject
I see you strain to gain, or wielding a knife
Attempting to taste the Black Mafia life
On the funk tip "yeah"
Every man has his price clip
Loaded in my pocket so a fool can't stop it
My nigga 187Um ask a pimp like me to drop it
For South Central, Compton and Watts
Fly skanks I'm willin' to gank
Give me what you got
It's a position where ranching is the mission
ATL is direct a little Dose Of The Mega Flex

You know Snow, bitches never
Cease to amaze me, man
When I breaks one bitch I have to
Turn around and break another one, man
I mean why? I buy her things
I keep them looking good
But hey no dough, man
I mean, I keeps them broke, player
Hey, cause I'm all about
Adding, not subtracting, you know
"True, true"

Well let's sail, sail to a land
Where a nigga is a king with
A gun in his hand
True niggas get scandalous
Then it turns to gankin'
And your shit gets rowdy then you
Have to bank one "Ping"
Breaking, I'm broken
Here's a token to play with
Flowing with attitude, so yo
Check the difference again "yeah"
A bit of info to the hoes and bitches
KMG'll serve motherfuckin' stitches
But kickin' it with the G's
There's things we must rehearse
The one-time jacks
Put my motherfuckin' gat in your purse
Not tryin to work you or leave
You much to lean in
Cause punk-Ass-Niggas treat bitches the way
They wanna be treated
Yeah, you can see that you're a
Bitch if I ever seen one
Modern day tramp, smooth will get dick hung
It's all kinds of hoes and skanks and tramps
And hotties and skeezers "yeah
They all dick please, rs"
Then when I say "What up" I
Don't wanna put a damper
Hit a stupid-Ass-Bitch in the
Head with some Pampers maybe then I'll get a
Single mother's attention
Hoes on the County, yo, I forgot to mention
That we done tossed all the
Tramps in the welfare line
So cash them checks cause it's pimpin' time
So come on hoes, shoot your best shot
Call me Elmer J fudd
I own a mansion and a yacht
Or call me KMG, I'm here to serve
On the wreck
Fly the seat out through the window for
A dose of the mega flex

Yeah man! Man, I ain't had no more
Trouble with them fucking woman, sayin'
I'm ready for fucking pimpin' any
Time, any goddamn day, you know
Right now, right now, right now, you know

That's how you checks them, man
It makes them give you respect
You know what I'm sayin'
Yo, ATL the mega pimp clinic
'91 and we outta here, see you

Yeah man
I gotta go out here and put this game down
Like it supposed to be put down, you know
You know, always remember that you run things
And that's the way it is and
That's how it's always gon' be
You know, yo, we sold
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player

That's spiritual man, see you man
You old time keep going, don't stop
Keep going, don't stop oh yeah