(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)
