(yawn)(burp)
It's 9 AM (f**)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 n***as 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
Chorus -
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 muthaf**as 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
Hara** them muthaf**as on gold shoes
Tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I dislike em (hate em)
Crooked a** cops will make you vital
But you know that I know the Po Po
Would love for a n***a to even attempt to act black
That's why you gotta-
Chorus
(B-Legit)
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 muthaf**in 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 f** with me (what you got?)
An open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my a** for a n***a like Legitament to blast
Chorus