E-40 & C-Bo
C-Bo
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It's all about that scrilla, scratch, flossin' a phat batch
And pushin' somethin' luxury with a nigga the second I snatch
Might see me draped in diamonds, Nichi-dub shinin'
'97 Sport drop Benz gettin' mine
You get hate, catch the tip of the blade of my sawed-off SHOTGUN
It's West Coast Mafia from the Midwest to the Bay
But I'm from the Valley in Cali, we specialize in cap peelin'
Straight thug niggas quick to draw like Mac Dillon
Outlaws, strapped in drawers, ready for war
Push up on the side of your Ford Explorer
And start shootin' through the doors
We realers with so much scrilla
Can you hang with these G's, stalker?
Move this D.G.'s and set the fuckin' keys
Yo, I ain't never been nobody's sucka
Nor have I ever been anything close to fake
He got too much to lose, he ain't gon' bust a break
Well, SHOTGUN outta state, dummy, license plates, fix it, take it
Window tint, niggas shoot to kill
Dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville
Disguised, ready to chastise and disappoint my prey
Surprise, the Elements apply pressure
Get back at the motherfuckers, smash back at the motherfuckers
Bust caps at the motherfuckers, buck motherfuckers
One time up in the Valley, Joe
Follow me and B.O. to Sacramento
Spent goin' out on Sport High Performance, catastrophic
Did some stunts, turned some tight ones blue with head gas
It's 4-0 and C-Bo, quick to buck shots
Raid niggas like the Task without the masks
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Bo, break 'em down like a 12 gauge
It's 4-0 and C-Bo, quick to buck shots
Raid niggas like the Task without the masks
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Bo, break 'em down like a 12 gauge
Baguettes in our Rolls, Chuck Taylors and Double-O's
Young thugs ready to protect with fuckin' hoes
On a mission mashin' nonstop 'til we cashed in
All our niggas known for down and dirty and blastin'
On sight smashin', anything no question asked
Runnin' up with no masks and dumpin' caps in that ass
This one life we live is to be lived without sin
But I'll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give
Don't make us have to be the ones to grab the guns
And get that gunnin' on your crew, that's what we do, check it
Drop it like it's hot, assume the position on the floor butt naked
Give me everything you got or you gon' end up comin' up missin'
And I won't regret it
Still water run deep out in Compton
All I find, all I keep, niggas
Pay the price to have a sucka put on ice
Got just as many hot ones as my niggas wise
It's 4-0 and C-Bo, quick to buck shots
Raid niggas like the Task without the masks
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Bo, break 'em down like a 12 gauge
It's 4-0 and C-Bo, quick to buck shots
Raid niggas like the Task without the masks
Water, bring the noise like we on stage
Bo, break 'em down like a 12 gauge
But if they lock you up and throw away the key, what would you do, E?
I'll be right in that mothafucka watchin'
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Love letters to my wife, baby, I miss you
This mornin' I learned how to make a
Pair of dice out of some toilet tissue
Fan mail from my fans, get 'em outta jail
Niggas waitin' for my quarter pound
Pass the strap and let me buck shots
I'm quick to get off on that ass, it's 40 Water the local buck shot
Kiz, Digga, Kik, Cash from Sacramento down to Vallejo
On a mission about that mail, we specialize in collectin' pesos
Come short, we dumpin' facials, I hold down the folks
With two AK's, coachin', go toe to toe
With any one of you bitch-ass niggas
That think you can fuck with me and 4-0
It's old school tricks, new school fools, they catchin' clips
Forever money over bitches, we never caught slippin', consider licks
Hell yeah, aight