"Get down, get down"



My AK is puttin in much work

Poppin the clip a little voice in my head said "Murder"

Stuck the tip out the window and fucked em all

Took they ass to the ho like basketball

Hit the club got drunk but they better start gettin off

OGs kept they fuckers from my sawed off

I know they meant but I gives a fuck

What goes around comes around, they should have ducked

We open fire on the whole motherfuckin crowd

Jumped out started beatin motherfuckers down

Then I'm sideways comin off the speed bump

I'm standin up in the drop with the ride pump

My name is Cowboy C-Bo fo' sho'

When niggas hear Cowboy they hit the flo'

Cause they know I'm a god damn psycho

And I always bust caps at the night yo

Young punks want funk but they don't

Shoot once, if they gas, and then they gone

Little ho tried to pick Bo like an afro

Didn't know I just gotta press triple O

I'm a mobster, killin make my dick hard

You wanna lay you better have a bullet proof card

Cause the shit that we packin ain't ? gun

So when we kick listen up hoes better run

I don't like shootin hoes, I like to fuck

You don't rub you car windows gettin fucked up

Roll them seven-deuce coplers can't touch this

Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck this

Wound my windows down still smoke tinted

Shotgun mad glocks all up in it

And we all pack heat, cause we all family

So watch your back motherfucker understand me

So if you rollin through this state fair

Hope you got the gat in the trunk, cause we gon' start funk

We hit the out of town clubs, like nuts

We in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut

I watched niggas get jealous when they hoes jock

That's when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk

Cause I'm the motherfuckin bomb

And gold nosed hoes, like to get fucked on triple gold

That's why I keep a sheet in my back seat

And sheeps gettin on my dick so she go leap

And I hear the virgin hoes be scared to meet me

Cause I dig the pussy hoes out so deeply

Straight mob, straight the fuckin club up

And make the jackers put they gloves up

And one times can't fuck with me

Cause they 305s can't fuck with the 350

Every corner I hit I'm gettin side ways

Have em lost by the time I hit the high way

C-Bo the bald head nut

Fish tell them in the cut

House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out

And bust caps at the end, without a doubt

I grab the mic and start kickin the gates and shit

Hoes know C-Bo make niggas click

I start talkin bout glocks, and mack 10s

And how I pulled my jack from the kingpin

And the niggas know better to fuck with me

The head hunter of the M-O-Double B

I ain't the richest but they say I'm the loc'est

And the one who keeps the mouth in the showbiz

And at the concerts I'm keepin the crowd hype

Cause I kick the kind of shit that everybody like

I take a mobster beat, do a mobster rhyme

Have mobsters kickin up dust all the time

From the window baby showin me much love

Let me squeeze the sharmin everytime I get a hug

Only time they get to rub on the bald head

Is if her legs is on my shoulder and we in the bed

And ya know the hoes don't let me hit em sideways

For the fact that's how I came off the highway

C-Bo the bald head nut

Fish tell it in the cut