C-Bo – Desperado Outlaws lyrics

Ballin' in a 600SL
Drop top with the fat V12
Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong
Niggas can't fuck 'cause I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator
My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya, and behead ya
Pistol weighs a tonne, bullets come like a guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode through 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 neighborhood'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 spread, hittin' 'em up and let em have it

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Desperado outlaws through 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

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 want to 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 neighborhood, I'm dumpin'
And ya best ta run 'cause 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

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Body snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You don't want to see me in my beanie wit my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no 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
'Cause he want to 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

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