[Featuring 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 semen 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 niggaz, 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] Fuck cowboy keys
now I ain't never been nobody'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 motherfucker, snatch back at the motherfucker Bust
caps at the motherfucker... motherFUCKER! 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: repeat 2X It's fo'-oh and
C-Bo, quick to blast Break niggaz 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 assassins known for down and dirty and blastin on sight
smashin, anything no question asked Runnin up with no mask and
dumpin caps in that ass This one life we live, is to be lived
without sin But I'll be damned if I die without a damn
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 assume the position on
the flo' butt 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 nigga 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
motherfucker watchin my latest video brought to you by Trass G
and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin Rap
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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] Nigga pass the strap and let me
blast I'm quick to get off in that ass It's Forty
Water and the Loco Bitch so kiss dick 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 bitch ass niggaz that think you can fuck
with me and fo'-oh It's old school trick, new school
fools they catch clips Forever money over bitch, we'll
never caught snick considered licked [E-40] Hell yeah, ay See
that's what I'm sayin that shit is realer than a new
fifty dollar bill
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