(yawn)(burp)
Its 9 am (fuck)time for a poisima,
Life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
The rossi got me smellin like Im dead inside (sniff)
Im stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin to hide
I gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,
Threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me half way at the nut tree
But Im starvin so Im chargin
15-5 for the margerine, a-1 yola tightly packed,
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
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 babys house
Straight talkin on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,
With the gypsyness before its too late
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a kilo in a baby basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight,
Cant be slippin in the 90s, damn right

Chorus -
Outsmart the po po,
Known to the marks as the dont knows,
You gotta

I wear street clothes
Pants be saggin, Im not bootsee
And I dont drive a dope wagon
Huh, got a grip and I dont be braggin,
Cant be laggin, gotta keep stackin (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
Its 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

Thats why you gotta-

Chorus

(b-legit)
Its saturday night and to the night club
I got the tanqueray, juice, and the green bud
Tacked on the freeway doin fifty yall,
A brand new thang lookin nifty yall
I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin gin to the same bottle (thats 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 cant 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
Chorus