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E-40( Earl Stevens )
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Outsmart The Po-po's
(yawn)(burp) 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
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, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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-
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 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 Chorus
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