Outsmart the Po-Po's

It's 9 AM (fuck)time for a poisima,

life at incent, sit on the toiletsump

The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff)

I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide

I gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,

threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday

Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see

They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree

But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'

15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed,

17-5 for the coochierack

Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta

The broad that be holdin' my D she love me,

long as I keep dickin her down properly

Sittin low in my cut not like a failure,

in front of baby's house

straight talkin on a cellular

Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,

with the gypsyness before it's too late

Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket

Gotta play your cards right, game tight,

can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right

Outsmart the Po Po,

known to the marks as the don't knows,

you gotta

I wear street clothes

pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee

and I don't drive a dope wagon

Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin,

can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)

I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,

It's better to be got with then without,

Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out

Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)

Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender

Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,

tryin' to put a stop on my revenues

The Po Po I dislike em (hate em)

Crooked ass cops will make you vital

But you know that I know the Po Po

would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black

That's why you gotta

It's Saturday night and to the night club

I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud

Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll,

a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll

I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah)

And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right)

Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what)

I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)

Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)

an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)

Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast

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