desperado outlaws - c-bo lyrics
ballin in a 600sl
drop top with the fat v12
money h-lla-long, smoke blunts not a bong
n-gg-s can’t f-ck cos i crunch em like kong
i be deadly as the predator
my .50 calibre desert eagle’ll spread ya, and behead ya
pistol wieghs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine
poisonous tips h-t and explode thru the war scene
like morphine and heroin, i’m the sh-t
every dope fiend needs a hit
gangs need to stick at this gangsta sh-t
to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
i’m the neighbourhood’s drama, dead man’s trauma like o-dogg
and kane, i’m loc to the brain, got the afro
padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it
[chorus:]
desperado outlaws thru the dirt
sendin bg’s blastin, puttin men to work
trapped in america to die in these bl–dy streets
goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
[repeat]
murder, murder, kill, kill
california’s the state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
three strike law got us livin under pressure
know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
side of his spine i get to dumpin with the tek 9
got his back smokin, crack that -ss open
bullet holes the size of a token
got his -ss chokin on p-ss and blood
crooked -ss piggies don’t get no love, uhh
life or death, a .4-5 smith & wess
i had that nappy-headed -ss stretched
if you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, i’m dumpin
and ya best ta run cos my bgz is comin
clips full of teflons, loc’d out and crazy
and they won’t stop til you’re pushin up daisies, uhh
[chorus]
body sn-tcher, caught up in a rapture
black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
you don’t wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on
ol’ school mouth wit no -? style?- gettin my smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
mobbin down floorin, psycho like norman
bates, no trace, no murder case
innocent like oj
house n-gg-s get scoped by the revolution shooters
f-ck -? glyn craig?- then we gunnin down cooper
cos he wanna send all n-gg-s to the pen
thinkin that they f-cked but gz don’t bend
never been a snitch, -? mark keane?- can suck a d-ck
and f-ck john green, for bein prejudiced
never liked rap, and did a n-gg- from a scr-p
yea me to the max, but i’m back, piggies
[chorus]
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