[C Bo]
 It's all about that  scrilla scratch  flossin a bad batch and pushin
 somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my semen
 Drank the diamonds  geechie dub shinin
 Ninety seven sport drop Benz  gettin mine
 You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A K
 It's West coast mafia for the Midwest to the Bay
 But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers
 Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon
 Outlaws, strap in drawers, ready for war -- push up
 on the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin through the doors
 We realers; with so much scrilla can you hang with G's?
 Start uhh, who busy Jesus said
 [E-40]
 Fuck cowboy keys now I ain't never been nobody's sucker
 Nor have I ever been any coastal fake
 "He got too much too lose; he ain't gonna bust in the ring!"
 Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted
 I could shoot to kill -- dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville
 Disguised, ready to chastise and dissapoint my prey
 Surprise, the element, apply pressure
 Get back at the motherfucker, snatch back at the motherfucker
 Bust caps at the motherfucker... motherFUCKER!
 One-Time up in the Valle-Jo
 Follow me and Bo to Sacramento
 Spend it on some ol high performance, Catastrophic
 Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick to blast
 Break niggaz like the Task, without the mask
 Water, bring the noise like we on stage
 Boom, break em down like a twelve-gauge
 [C-Bo]
 Back at cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's
 Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's
 On a mission mashin, nonstop til we cashed in
 All out assassins known for down and dirty and blastin
 on sight smashin, anything no question asked
 Runnin up with no mask 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
 [E-40]
 Don't make us have to be the one to grab the gun
 And get to dumpin on your crew! That's what we do, check it
 Drop it like it's hot assume the position on the flo' butt naked
 Give me erything you got
 or you gonna end up comin up missin and I won't regret it
 Still Water run deep (how deep?)
 Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh
 Pay the price to have a sucker put on ice
 Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice
 Chorus
 [E-40]
 But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E?
 I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin my latest video brought to you
 by
 Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin
 Rap Show the Bay Area's own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C.
 (BEYOTCH!) Love letters to my wife, ba-bee 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 up out of jail
 Waitin for my court ap-pail
 [C-Bo]
 Nigga pass the strap and let me blast
 I'm quick to get off in that ass
 It's Forty Water and the Loco Bitch so kiss dick and kick cask'
 from Sacramento down to Vallejo, on a mission about that mail
 We specialize in collectin pays
 if you come short, we dumpin facials I holds down the fort
 with two Magnums culture go toe to toe
 with any one of you bitch ass niggaz
 that think you can fuck with me and fo'-oh
 It's old school trick, new school fools they catch clips
 Forever money over bitch, we'll never caught snick considered licked
 [E-40]
 Hell yeah, ay
 See that's what I'm sayin that shit is realer than a new fifty dollar
 bill