V.S.O.P

[Intro: KM.G Talking] (x4) You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P" (x2) Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P ohhhh come on [Verse 1] [Cold 187Um] Alright first off then let me introduce my self I'm the C to the O-L-D 1-87 [KM.G] Oooh, I heard that the player with the speech Cause it's me KM.G more flex then sex of the bitch [Cold 187Um] Ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle And since we got them when we get them, we better use the right angle [KM.G] So I'm push, push in the back of the bush Cause it's a wonderful for feelin' Yeah, cause we got the good for y'all suckers in ninety deuce The whole part of gaffle, the whole gallon of zeuce So I'mma ease up on them, real quick watch me hit them Brothers fall on the racial, what we hit them up for Cause when I'm on the bounce, I roll wit the set then comin' out To take your car, your women, your whole damn house So now I strapped with the quickness "yeah" I flex my ends into my Benz and let God be the witness Oooh I'm finna teach you how the body slam, let me show you But steppin' to my ball I got somethin' dope for you So hold zone, to my willie And don't be scared when we do the bug boogie Yeah, it's like bam bam, bambam, that's the sound of my heater When the ill stuff jumps I keep it strickly confidential, bullet Proof is requested Got the fits in my hand and I've already blessed it So toast to the record G Cause I'm C-O-L-D, the beat is kinda helpin' and I'm tipsy Cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high When I get to the hook of the joint, you know why [Hook: KM.G] Everything is fine When you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P All the niggas gettin' high With a whole lot of chronic and a gallon of a V.S.O.P If you wanna feel fine Free your mind to the mega shots of V.S.O.P Now you gotta get hype And you turn into G with a little bit of V.S.O.P [Verse 2: Cold 187Um and KM.G] To G or not to G, which is the answer, out of control Console your soul Yeah they're schemin' on the big hit, and tryin' find a quick pick Lookin' for a real shit (*tires screeching and car crash*) Hold up, but that's counterfeit On the real the funk don't appeal You think you got clout, but you really down and out So hold on tight, as we take you down the running way How many, how many times I got to tell you that I don't play Ooh and if you don't know, I have to change my barrel Cause I roll on my ride around the way to Sack Oooh, yeah we did it like Venus See it's been like 89 since the last time you've seen us Tell me, my peoples did you miss me on the real Who's never Paper tramps like hollyfield Yeah, vision this, that sucker tried to sky me When I'm harder then Kuwait or california earthquake Cause I got the munchies for your love so come and kick it But you better come prepared cause it gets kinda wicked Yeah, cause you can walk a blank if you schemin' for my bank Don't play me like a trick, yo my name ain't Marry Cause every thing is on the one, it's a natural high When I get to the hook of the bullet, you know why......... [Hook: KM.G] [Outro: KM.G] V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.-] (*whispering*) V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.-] (*whispering*) V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on Uh uh yeah, come on, V.S.O.P. ohhhh come on Very fine, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P (*explosion*)