Above the Law - Playaz & Gangstas lyrics

[Above the Law - Playaz & Gangstas lyrics]

Awawaw, awawaw, awawaw, awawaw
Yeah, we be that sick, sick-Ass-Clique
Called Above The Law, right back at you
Yeah, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Beatin' down your block
Checkin' in your spot and it don't stop
Like I said before we do our
Thing from LA to Oaktown
Pomona style, yeah, so check it
I'ma bust it off like this

Nineteen ninety fry
Back in your mothafuckin' face
Nigga step back before I catch a case
Yeah, I'm on the chase for the paper
A decade deep into the game
And I'ma break you
Guarantee to take you, to the next level
Yeah, and I'm bound still slam to the flow
Trick hoe yo, so nigga what that ATL like
They can't see me


When the nigga passed the Mic, check this
I'm comin' up out the mist like Romadeem
With nine full it up with the Infrared beam
Yeah, I represent that Westcoast down
For them niggas on the streets
And in the Penthouse
So, put your stress up cause
We're gettin' bomb tonight
And if you feel me, nigga that's right
Yo, we make the hood rats yell out
Yo, that's the? will your punked
Out nigga pick it out
Because we be the original undisputed ones
That make more hit's then
Humble county growth green
You know what I mean, ha ha, ugh, yeah

When I run up in your spot
You don't want to see me
When I'm beatin' down the block
You don't want to see me
When your bitches on my jock
You don't want to see me
Come trippin' in my spot
You don't want to see me
Cause, I'ma player, player
Aww, I'ma gangster, gangster
Ugh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam
Bambam
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
Ugh, it's like bam bam
Bambam, bam bam, bambam, yeah

We dwell in level, my kinfolk peep me
To the real homie Diomands last forever
And troops stay together
If it be that way, then we'll drink Cartier
The Low-riderin' niggas that'll get
Your ass to Alazhay
I'm in it, gotherin' Pimp Clinic
They're partyin' to me baby
Did a lick with jack move
Now we hell of shady
Just heard about pervin' as we
Bounced to the Bay
And we still servin' yay, the old fashion way
Pomona is the house, check it out
South Central is the house, without doubt
We turn it out
Crimin-als, hustlers pay us now
All we wanna do is flip a
Chicken and a half of cow
Yeah, we're ready to kick the monster Jam
And we're on the West
And all the rest of y'all got the script
So back up with all that
Bullshit y'all be woofin'
Cause y'all be curb servin' and
Them T's we be pushin'
I'ma pimp when it comes to them tracks
I got them twistin' hoes and bomb
Bitches triple in my sack
Now, quite triple in Mercedes have released
Them in '96 see with Caddillacs

Yeah, that's how we do it in the nine Fever
Floss mode, yeah, you know, ugh

When I run up in your spot
You don't want to see me
When I'm beatin' down your block
You don't want to see me
If your bitches on my jock
You don't want to see me
I be trippin' down my spot
Cause you don't want to see me
Cause, I'ma player, player
Aww, I'ma gangster, gangster
Ugh, it's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam
Bambam
It's like bam bam, bambam, bam bam, bambam
Ugh

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