Deadly Game-C-Bo
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TXT Deadly Game-C-Bo 文本歌词
Deadly Game - C-Bo
You know I never was no choir boy
Ya folks got a gang of priors
Maybe that's why
The one-time's be triflin
Tryin to give a young ni**a
Thirty-five to life
When I ain't even
Done nothin wrong off-icer
I have no in-fo to offer-ya
He asked my name
So I came off the brain
Told him "I'm John Doe
And this is my hoe Jane"
He said "Smart mouth ni**a
Don't make me do ya"
Put my thumbprint in his high
Tech computer
My name came back
With a warrant felo-nies
Now they got me down-town
Spread my anus
Buttock I'm like
"What the F**K is it now"
He said "You robbed a liquor store
We know where when and how"
It's foul they got a ni**a to'
Up from the flo' up
My mom in the courtroom lookin
Like she bout to throw up
It's a strong armed robbery
Strapped in the commision
At my pre-trial conference
D A had a proposition
He said if I lose at trial
I'd get the
With the L on top
But take the deal he'd give me five
With havin most of the charges dropped
Hopped on the deal quicker than blast
And said"I admit that
But two and a half ain't bad
I got getback"
They sentenced me to five
Two I gotta bring
It's only strike one swing
Batta batta swing
It's one-eight-seven on the D A
Cause they
Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker
No leeway
Yes yes y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom
Motherf**k em all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony
Your fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
1 - shoot em in the face y'all
Fresh out the pen unrehabili-tated
Doin hella good and my P O hates it
Hates Dick she's a dyke lesbian b**ch
Can't wait to violate for me for
Some petty a** sh*t
I gotta get a job
So I'm fillin out applications
Fightin the temptation
To slang nightshift uhh
Minimum wage don't get it
Five bucks a hour
Don't cut it man I ain't widdit
So f**k it I went and struck it rich
On the d**e sack
My homie gave me two
And told me to bring a fo' back
Now it's time for me
To start havin thangs
I flips me a Coupe and painted it
Candy-apple green
It gleams clear coat
Sprayed on thickly
Fools out to get me cause
My sh*t is lookin sticky
I'm at the club and
I can feel them suckers scopin
I'm knowin they plottin on me
But I'm still hopin
That they won't fry me
Unless they wanna die
They will be drippin more blood
Than Mrs Simpson was
Sho' nuff ain't no bluff
Here them suckers come
Got me reachin up under the panel to
Handle the forty-four caliber gun uhh
Spun his a** around with
One of the fat Magnum rounds
Got him on the ground makin funny sounds
Ohh
I got a problem witnesses ten
Positive identifa-cation
It's one-eight-seven on the D A
Cause they
Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker
No leeway
Yes yes y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom
Motherf**k em all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony
Your fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Shoot em in the face y'all
Cellmates with X-Raided
Now I'm on parole
Five years later
The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball
F**k my P O I'm goin AWOL
And you all can suck this dick
I'm sick
And tired of goin through
All this b**ch-made sh*t
I got two strikes right now
As we speak and peep
I'm not bout to let you
Motherf**kers do me
I'm petty with a prior
Will buy your fate
With Wilson in the office
You gets no date
So I'm putting all my belongings
On Greyhound bus 22
Bound to another state
Me and my crew
Unpacked my sh*t stacked my grip
California and Pete Wilson
Can suck my dick
And if you didn't already know
That you couldn't
Trust his a**
Just look how he did Polly Klass
Used her death
And her family's name
So he can yank more votes
And political fame
It's a shame
That I'm the one they say
Is a monster
Juvenile delinquent
Steppin out of sync with
But F**K THAT
I ain't goin out like a punk
That ain't my style
Rip him from his asscrack
To hit nutsacks now
They wanna kill a ni**a
Like me I blast one blast two
That's strike three
It's one-eight-seven on the D A
Cause they
Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker
No leeway
Yes yes y'all
One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom
Motherf**k em all
You better swing batta batta swing
Cause once you get your third felony
Your fifty years you gotta bring
It's a deadly game of baseball
So when they try to pull you over
Shoot em in the face y'all
