Above the Law - Harda U R Tha Doppa U Faal lyrics
[Above the Law - Harda U R Tha Doppa U Faal lyrics]
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 UPS it comes personally delivered
You get the whole funk and
Nothing but the funk
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'
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
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
Back on the streets after 2 scoops of raisins
Niggas started tripping and said
That we had faded
Ahh shit KMg, 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 MC'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'
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 UPS it comes personally delivered
You get the whole funk and
Nothing but the funk
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'
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
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
Back on the streets after 2 scoops of raisins
Niggas started tripping and said
That we had faded
Ahh shit KMg, 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 MC'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'