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lirik lagu e – 40 – outsmart the po po’s


outsmart the po po’s
(feat. b-legit)

(yawn) (burp)
it’s 9 am (f-ck) 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 c-mode, k ,
threw on the same d-mn clothes i woreyesterday
me got some n-gg-z 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 d-ckin 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, d-mn right

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 m-th-f-ckas 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
har-ss them m-th-f-ckas on gold shoes,
tryin’ to put a stop on my revenues
the po po i dislike em (hate em)
crooked -ss cops will make you vital
but you know that i know the po po
would love for a n-gg- to even attempt to act black

that’s why you gotta-


it’s sat-rday 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 m-th-f-ckin 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-ck with me (what you got?)
an open juice bottle and a little ol’ doobie (what they got to kiss?)
cops better kiss my -ss for a n-gg- like legitament to blast