Carl "Butch" Small - Jus So Ya No lyrics

Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO.. [Verse One] Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow Occupation - looney motherf**er; set I claim - the Row So the first motherf**er that's caught up in the twist Will be found - in the depths of the Westbound Take your place while we here to lay raws Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold Sort of a jack episode if you will I was a do-low n***a from birth, and I'm that do-low n***a still See that, be what, the f** a n***a mean When I say - you can't envision me, cause I can't be seen Like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most Cause I'm just so motherf**in sly, invisible through the eye So motherf**ers can duck and dodge and slide But there's, really no escape from the n***a from this side Which side? Westside, layin in the cut to gank your load When we's in "don't give a f**" mode See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get So run motherf**ers 'fore youse caught up in the sunsets b**h-made n***as best to keep that a** at home Cause that Boss Hog n***a's on the late night roam Chorus: CPO-Boss Hog (repeat 2X) This is just so ya know - (??) n***as to hoes If an a** gets gone - well it's good as on (it's on) If you're trickin off your luck - you're dead as a duck And til the day we gives a f**, cuz, you're wrong [Verse Two] The late night, creeper n***a gets his stroll For seekin out that b**h, to open the guts and bust on my nuts Off to the spizznot - with chronic and fat knots And them murderizin hoes droppin drawers to expose co*k Now I'm (?) - emotions of a G Girl you know this d**h Row, so you can not see a n***a That's fin' to get paid on they block - think I ain't? Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock fool Now on the move, to much higher and bigger thangs Must be in it to win it, cause I does them n***a thangs My nuts is where they wanna swang, and dangle off and on they roam And no romance between us so gets the f** on b**h-made, nut and break his nose, and meaner for tricks I gots love for nothin but my n***as and grip So now you know.. and I be's off into the moonlight Puffin the I-N-do Chorus 1/2 [Verse Three] (???) we, get into the grillin of a, fool Ain't no n***a breathin can f** up my rule I'm that same n***a police done sought But no a n***a never ever been caught, cause I'm just sneaky doe I'm often sneaky, for those who see me I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely Completely, a true blue G to my name CPO the sh**, and d**h Row's to blame So if a n***a wanna breathe in long Then the n***a best to eat his own That's how me and nina does, we gives a f** who n***a what If he's steppin to me wrong, n***a gone b**h let your gat spit, it ain't sh** Kinda like that 'llac bendin corners, I ain't easy to hit The ho as in G'dee don't wanna see, right Peeps through the sight, them freaks as they peeps the late night Freeze up, raise up, cause Jack it's on for your (??) If you're (?? ??) motherf**er break yo' self Cause yo' fo' is kinda sweet I think I'mma have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee Be slippin n***as up out of they sh** like surgery Cause a motherf**er gots to get stacked on track with urgency Ya know, so next time slang motherf**in thangs Your sh**'ll be gone - f** if you see me if I see you it's on Chorus 1/2