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40 & c-bo - c-bo lyrics

(feat. e-40)

[c-bo]
it’s all about that, scrilla scratch, flossin a bad batch and pushin
somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my s-m-n
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-gg-z, 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-ck cowboy keys now i ain’t never been n-body’s sucker
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 kill — 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-cker, sn-tch back at the motherf-cker
bust caps at the motherf-cker… motherf-cker!
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: x2]

it’s fo’-oh and c-bo, quick to blast
break n-gg-z 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 -ss-ssins known for down and dirty and blastin
on sight smashin, anything no question asked
runnin up with no mask and dumpin caps in that -ss
this one life we live, is to be lived without sin
but i’ll be d-mned if i die without a d-mn 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 -ssume the position on the flo’ b-tt 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 sucker put on ice
got just as many hot ones as my n-gg- 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-cker watchin my latest video brought to you by
tr-ss 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-gg- p-ss the strap and let me blast
i’m quick to get off in that -ss
it’s forty water and the loco b-tch so kiss d-ck 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-tch -ss n-gg-z
that think you can f-ck with me and fo’-oh
it’s old school trick, new school fools they catch clips
forever money over b-tch, we’ll never caught snick considered licked

[e-40]
h-ll yeah, ay
see that’s what i’m sayin that sh-t is realer than a new fifty dollar bill

- c bo lyrics

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