C-Bo - Major Pain & Bossalini lyrics

Verse 1-(C-BO) We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs Peruvian flake powder, than metro rap Got keys on knees wit g's out of state Flippin' more yay than IHOP flip pancakes I'm a boss balla now, shot calla now Rose's Bentley's n***a f** the Impala now An these b**hes be comin by the dozens True ballaz never love 'em, f**in aunties an cousins Got a have a ??? humble, sticky green gumbo Layin by the pool, hella full off gumbo Rollin wit these g's, get R.I.P By desert eagles to mini gages, to AR-15's See I don't trust a soul on patrol when I roll 4-4 I hold cuz I gotta shake parole You can stroll wit me, rock an roll wit me But when the one times dip, co*k, unload wit me Cuz I'm a k**a, nappy head n***a, from out the valley, best strapped Down, in Sac-Town, capitol of k**a Kali Fool I comes heated, when needed, n***as retreat When I blast pair of parabellums an a mini 14 when I smash (Chorus) None of y'all n***as can't fade this West coast n***as is the craziest We got that MOB mentality C-BO an S-P-I-C-E None of y'all n***as can't fade this West coast n***as is the craziest We got that MOB mentality Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini Verse 2-(Spice 1) (Straight G's) Pullin our straps on n***as who thinkin they bodies is made outta Teflon Wit a 5-0 caliber in my right hand, an a G-LOCK in my left palm Black Bossalini, can't see me, wit a Lexy up on my wrist Imagine this, a ballin' a** n***a addicted to k**in' sh** ??? cross soldier mutha f**az so n***a don't f** wit me I seen n***as that I done murdered up in my dreams, when I be asleep Strapped an I thank God, n***a chasin' me callin' me punk a** n***a Wakin' up wit the finga on triggas Spittin' hollow tip slugs that goes to figgas Wanna put down, my pistol, drink Cristal an sh** But n***as Uzi think he tellin me I'm gonna die if I sit So I MOB wit the old skool, wit a shot of chromes out my window Could it be the S-P-I-C-E wit a fifth of hin, yay an indo Black Bossalini (Chorus) Verse 3-(C-BO) We puts it down like g's, swingin' vipers an vests From Benz to Beamers an Lamborginis all on the set An keep it crackin' from LA all the way back down to the Bay I'm from the, valley, northern of k**a Kali, where g's lay Gots to keep yo head up, you slip they drop, they leave you wet up Blasted magnum taggin' the fool of the big block we hit him up Eyes do or die, let 'em drip til they dry Two k**az eye to eye, never duck when bullets fly Keep it crackulatin, like Pearl Harbor when we spit G's bump this sh**, from ??? moves to the rip set Trippin get split Wit a magnum Steady blastin' now I done seen murder eye to eye But my kids hope that I'm steadily fastenin Ain't no love for you that's down at the end of my barrel When I multiply my cash, ridin' in my 4 barrel Camaro I catch ya slippin', I'm slappin' my clip in, I'm puttin' it down You been hit from slippin' an clockin' the grip in my town (Chorus until end)