[C-Bo]
It's all about that, scrilla scratch, flossin a bad batch and pushin
Somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my semen
Drank the diamonds, geechie dub shinin
Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin mine
You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K
It's West coast mafia for the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
Straight thug n***as, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
Outlaws, strap in drawers, ready for war -- push up
On the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin through the doors
We realers; with so much scrilla can you hang with G's?
Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
[E-40]
f** cowboy keys now I ain't never been nobody's s**er
Nor have I ever been any coastal fake
"He got too much too lose; he ain't gonna bust in the ring!"
Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted
I could shoot to k** -- dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville
Disguised, ready to chastise and dissapoint my prey
Surprise, the element, apply pressure
Get back at the motherf**er, snatch back at the motherf**er
Bust caps at the motherf**er... motherfu*kER!
One-Time up in the Valle-Jo
Follow me and Bo to Sacramento
Spend it on some ol high performance, Catastrophic
Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
Chorus: repeat 2X
It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick to blast
Break n***as like the Task, without the mask
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Boom, break em down like a twelve-gauge
[C-Bo]
Back at cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's
Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's
On a mission mashin, nonstop til we cashed in
All out a**a**ins known for down and dirty and blastin
On sight smashin, anything no question asked
Runnin up with no mask and dumpin caps in that a**
This one life we live, is to be lived without sin
But I'll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give
[E-40]
Don't make us have to be the one to grab the gun
And get to dumpin on your crew! That's what we do, check it
Drop it like it's hot a**ume the position on the flo' bu*t naked
Give me erything you got
Or you gonna end up comin up missin and I won't regret it
Still Water run deep (how deep?)
Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh
Pay the price to have a s**er put on ice
Got just as many Hot Ones as my n***a Spice
Chorus
[E-40]
But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E?
I'd be up in that motherf**er watchin my latest video brought to you by
Tra** G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin
Rap Show the Bay Area's own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C
(BEYOTCH!) Love letters to my wife, ba-bee I miss you
This mornin I learned how to make a pair of dice out of some toilet tissue
Fan mail from my fans, get up out of jail
Waitin for my court ap-pail
[C-Bo]
n***a pa** the strap and let me blast
I'm quick to get off in that a**
It's Forty Water and the Loco b**h so kiss dick and kick cask'
From Sacramento down to Vallejo, on a mission about that mail
We specialize in collectin pays
If you come short, we dumpin facials I holds down the fort
With two Magnums culture go toe to toe
With any one of you b**h a** n***as
That think you can f** with me and fo'-oh
It's old school trick, new school fools they catch clips
Forever money over b**h, we'll never caught snick considered licked
[E-40]
Hell yeah, ay
See that's what I'm sayin that sh** is realer than a new fifty dollar bill