(yawn)(burp)
It's 9 am (fuck)time for a poisima,
Life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
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 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 i'm starvin' so i'm 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 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
Penitentury 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

Chorus -
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
Huh, got a grip and i don't be braggin,
Can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, i gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
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-

Chorus

(b-legit)
It's saturday night and to the night club
I got the tanqueray, juice, and the green bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll,
A brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll
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
Chorus