C-Bo

C-Bo - Desperado Outlaws lyrics

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drop top with the fat V12
 Money hella long  smoke blunts not a bong
 Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
 I be deadly as The Predator
 My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya  and behead ya
 Pistol wieghs a tonne  bullets come like a guillotine
 Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
 Like morphine and heroin  I'm the shit
 Every dope fiend needs a hit
 Gangs need to stick at this gangsta shit
 to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
 I'm the neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
 and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the afro
 padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
 Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up and let em have it
 Chorus:
 Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
 Sendin BG's blastin, puttin men to work
 Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
 Goin head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
 *repeat*
 Murder, murder, kill, kill
 California's the state where most caps get peeled
 back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher
 Three strike law got us livin under pressure
 Know he wanna take mine, hand on his waistline
 Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9
 Got his back smokin, crack that ass open
 Bullet holes the size of a token
 Got his ass chokin on piss and blood
 Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh
 Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess
 I had that nappy-headed ass stretched
 If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm dumpin
 And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin
 Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and crazy
 and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh
 Chorus
 Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
 Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
 You don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on
 Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my smoke on
 .4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
 Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman
 Bates, no trace, no murder case
 Innocent like OJ
 House niggas get scoped by the revolution shooters
 Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
 Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen
 Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
 Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
 and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced
 Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
 Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies
 Chorus
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Language: English

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