V.s.o.p. Lyrics - Singles - Above The Law

You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P." 

You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P." 

You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P." 

You can try that herb sign "V.S.O.P." 

Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. 

V.S.O.P., ohh come on 

Very fine, yeah, V.S.O.P, V.S.O.P. 

V.S.O.P., ohh come on 

Alright, first off then let me introduce my self 

I'm the C to the O-L-D, one eighty seven 

Ooh, I heard that the player with the speech 

'Cause it's me KMG, more flex then sex of the beach 

Ooh yes, my brother takes two to the tangle 

And since we got them when we get them 

We better use the right angle 

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'ma 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 

Ooh, 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, bam bam, that's the sound of my heater 

When the ill stuff jumps 

I keep it strickly confidential, bulletproof 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 

Everything is fine 

When you're rollin' with your homies and a little bit of V.S.O.P. 

All the niggaz 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. 

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 

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 

Ooh, 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 holly field 

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 

Everything is fine 

When you're rollin' with your homies 

And a little bit of V.S.O.P. 

When I was at the mall the other day 

I saw some homies and I offered them some V.S.O.P. 

At the party was pumpin' 

When the brother bailed in with a gang of V.S.O.P. 

At the end of the jam 

You should all run out and get a gallon of 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., V.S.O.P. 

V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P. 

V.S.O.P. Ohh, come on, V.S.O.P. Ohh, come on 

Uh uh yeah, come on, V.S.O.P. Ohh, come on 

Very fine, V.S.O.P., V.S.O.P.