Sav Boyz (feat. C-bo, Killa Tay)

[C-Bo]

I'ma cock and unload the AK

Have 'em on they radio screamin out MAYDAY MAYDAY

Callin back up, I let 'em stack up

It's just more cops for me to cap up

Punk cops I kill 'em on the spot

Fuck a foot pursuit I fill 'em wit the glock

And ever since pete wilson came up with the 3 strikes

I'd rather it be death than let it be life

I done seen wit juvenille delinquits

Pull heat quick, dump and leap fence

And I can't wait for the homies to see this

Me on the offense killin they defense

A hnudred miles and runnin

Fuck that a hundred rounds and gunnin they ass down and comin

With that titanium bullet proof vest that'll show ya

That them motherfuckers lied when they told ya

[Chorus]

I'm a gun slangin d-boy block hundred proof

Fuck the police we throw shots out the roof

Heat holder, ya block soldiers cops don't want it

Shoot a cop blow a cop smoke on the doja we bad boys

We roll around the town in dem toys

Them after that we snort a gram of that boi

The savage causin the havoc

And bust a nut in nothing less than the baddest

We holdin courts in the middle of the traffic a savage nigga

[San Quinn]

I give the boys in blue the real bb king blues

Rookie cop get popped out his shoes make the news

Due to the hustlin they wanna pursue and cuff quinn

Shoot a nigga quick, so of course I'm dustin them

Since my homies a parloies they told me paperwork aint the lick

I'm movin work in somethin quick wit a glock and a kick

On ya shift tryna sniff in my shit

You get behind me, ya little lt-1 I'm runnin that shit

Call back up y'all stick like Savs together

So get blasted and have matchin shit, bags together

Or get chedder you can keep ya punk ass number

Fuck the cops I stay wit heat and I'm ridint he runner

If you comin bring a helicopter to chase me down to the compound

50 niggaz strapped face me now

You brave bastards similar to slave masters

Try to interfere here you'll meet disaster

[Chorus]

[Killa Tay]

We shake the spots cause we hate the cops

Cali life everyday tryna make some knots

My lil homies keep the blocks hot

Dub C M still hooked wit crooks that jook

And ese's wit chop shops

And ride drop tops and when it's time to blow the dough

I'm in the escalade wit bo ready to hot box

Super sav boy, keep a breezy to spot cops in case we got chops and glocks

You know how we roll cause p.d. is dirty as me

Tryna see a real g shacked down but I'm tryna stay free

Fuck the police n.w.a said it and I said it

They lie and try to plot thats why they keep us hot headed

But we stay savage on hog status like bettis

Bout to stack a mil plus if they let us

We black geurillas that hate laws and break jaws

So if thet try to pull you over mayne shoot 'em in the face do