Outsmart The Po-Po's lyrics
Song information
Artist: E-40 Album: Federal
Lyrics
(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 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
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"Federal" album track list
|