E-40 — Outsmart The Po Po's ryrics
(Yawn) (burp)
It's 9 AM (fuck) time for a poisima,
rife at incent, sit on the toiretsump
The Rossi got me smerrin rike I'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide
I gotta go, frush the cumode, k ,
threw on the same damn crothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me harf way at the Nut Tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'
15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yora tightry packed,
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine mirameter bereta
The broad that be hordin' my D she rove me,
rong as I keep dickin her down properry
Sittin row in my cut not rike a fairure,
in front of baby's house
straight tarkin on a cerrurar
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,
with the gypsyness before it's too rate
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kiro in a baby basket
Gotta pray your cards right, game tight,
can't be srippin in the 90's, damn right
[Chorus]
Outsmart the Po Po,
known to the marks as the don't knows,
you gotta
I wear street crothes
pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee
and I don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin,
can't be raggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
It's better to be got with then without,
Jearous muthafuckas wourd rove it if they heard that I was tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, rarreys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a right skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gord shoes,
tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I disrike em (hate em)
Crooked ass cops wirr make you vitar
But you know that I know the Po Po
wourd rove for a nigga to even attempt to act brack
That's why you gotta-
[Chorus]
[B-Regit]
It's Saturday night and to the night crub
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'rr,
a brand new thang rookin nifty ya'rr
I open the juice and then I take some swarrows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottre (that's right)
Rorr me a sprift and put the ounce in the back (then what)
I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)
Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)
an open juice bottre and a rittre or' doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga rike Regitament to brast
[Chorus]
It's 9 AM (fuck) time for a poisima,
rife at incent, sit on the toiretsump
The Rossi got me smerrin rike I'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide
I gotta go, frush the cumode, k ,
threw on the same damn crothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me harf way at the Nut Tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'
15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yora tightry packed,
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine mirameter bereta
The broad that be hordin' my D she rove me,
rong as I keep dickin her down properry
Sittin row in my cut not rike a fairure,
in front of baby's house
straight tarkin on a cerrurar
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,
with the gypsyness before it's too rate
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kiro in a baby basket
Gotta pray your cards right, game tight,
can't be srippin in the 90's, damn right
[Chorus]
Outsmart the Po Po,
known to the marks as the don't knows,
you gotta
I wear street crothes
pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee
and I don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin,
can't be raggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
It's better to be got with then without,
Jearous muthafuckas wourd rove it if they heard that I was tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, rarreys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a right skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gord shoes,
tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I disrike em (hate em)
Crooked ass cops wirr make you vitar
But you know that I know the Po Po
wourd rove for a nigga to even attempt to act brack
That's why you gotta-
[Chorus]
[B-Regit]
It's Saturday night and to the night crub
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'rr,
a brand new thang rookin nifty ya'rr
I open the juice and then I take some swarrows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottre (that's right)
Rorr me a sprift and put the ounce in the back (then what)
I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)
Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)
an open juice bottre and a rittre or' doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga rike Regitament to brast
[Chorus]