Outsmart the Po Po's

It's 9 a.m, fuck time for a poisima, life at incent, sit on the toilet sump

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 comode, K

Threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday

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 Margarine

A-1, yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack

Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milimeterbereta

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, penitentiary 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

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, got a grip and I don't be braggin',

Can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin', yeah, I keeps me a strap in case

I gots to shoot a simp in his face, 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

Outsmart the Po Po, known to the marks

As the don't knows, you gotta

It's Saturday night and to the night club, I got the Tanqueray, juice

And the Green Bud, tacked on the freeway doin' fifty y'all

A brand new thang lookin' nifty y'all, 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

Outsmart the Po Po, known to the marks

As the don't knows, you gotta