Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO..
[Verse One]
Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow
Occupation - looney motherfucker; set I claim - the Row
So the first motherfucker that`s caught up in the twist
will be found - in the depths of the Westbound
Take your place while we here to lay raws
Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold
Sort of a jack episode if you will
I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I`m that do-low nigga still
See that, be what, the fuck a nigga mean
when I say - you can`t envision me, cause I can`t be seen
like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most
cause I`m just so motherfuckin sly, invisible through the eye
So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide
but there`s, really no escape from the nigga from this side
Which side? Westside, layin in the cut to gank your load
when we`s in don`t give a fuck mode
See if it`s grip we want, it`s grip we get
So run motherfuckers `fore youse caught up in the sunsets
Bitch-made niggaz best to keep that ass at home
cause that Boss Hog nigga`s on the late night roam
Chorus: CPO-Boss Hog (repeat 2X)
This is just so ya know - (??) niggaz to hoes
If an ass gets gone - well it`s good as on (it`s on)
If you`re trickin off your luck - you`re dead as a duck
and til the day we gives a fuck, cuz, you`re wrong
[Verse Two]
The late night, creeper nigga gets his stroll
for seekin out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts
Off to the spizznot - with chronic and fat knots
and them murderizin hoes droppin drawers to expose cock
Now I`m (?) - emotions of a G
Girl you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga
that`s fin` to get paid on they block - think I ain`t?
Cause I`ve been known to bank and serve up glock fool
Now on the move, to much higher and bigger thangs
Must be in it to win it, cause I does them nigga thangs
My nuts is where they wanna swang, and dangle off and on they roam
And no romance between us so gets the fuck on
Bitch-made, nut and break his nose, and meaner for tricks
I gots love for nothin but my niggaz and grip
So now you know.. and I be`s off into the moonlight
puffin the I-N-do
Chorus 1/2
[Verse Three]
(???) we, get into the grillin of a, fool
Ain`t no nigga breathin can fuck up my rule
I`m that same nigga police done sought
but no a nigga never ever been caught, cause I`m just sneaky doe
I`m (??) and stinky, for those who see me
I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely
Completely, a true blue G to my name
CPO the shit, and Death Row`s to blame
So if a nigga wanna breathe in long
then the nigga best to eat his own
That`s how me and nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga what
If he`s steppin to me wrong, nigga gone
Bitch so late (?? ??) it ain`t shit
Kinda like that `llac bendin corners, I ain`t easy to hit
The hoe as in G`dee don`t wanna see, right
Peeps through the sight, them freaks as they peeps the late night
Freeze up, raise up, cause Jack it`s on for your (??)
If you`re (?? ??) motherfucker break yo` self
cause yo` fo` is kinda sweet
I think I`ma have transfer them Dana`s to my Grand Cherokee
Be slippin niggaz up out of they shit like surgery
cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency
Ya know, so next time slang motherfuckin thangs
Your shit`ll be gone - fuck if you see me if I see you it`s on
Chorus 1/2
