Rick Rock - 40 & C-Bo lyrics

[C-Bo] It's all about that, scrilla scratch, flossin a bad batch and pushin Somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my semen Drank the diamonds, geechie dub shinin Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin mine You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K It's West coast mafia for the Midwest to the Bay But I'm from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers Straight thug n***as, quick to draw like Matt Dillon Outlaws, strap in drawers, ready for war -- push up On the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin through the doors We realers; with so much scrilla can you hang with G's? Start uhh, who busy Jesus said [E-40] f** cowboy keys now I ain't never been nobody's s**er Nor have I ever been any coastal fake "He got too much too lose; he ain't gonna bust in the ring!" Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted I could shoot to k** -- dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville Disguised, ready to chastise and dissapoint my prey Surprise, the element, apply pressure Get back at the motherf**er, snatch back at the motherf**er Bust caps at the motherf**er... motherfu*kER! One-Time up in the Valle-Jo Follow me and Bo to Sacramento Spend it on some ol high performance, Catastrophic Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket Chorus: repeat 2X It's fo'-oh and C-Bo, quick to blast Break n***as like the Task, without the mask Water, bring the noise like we on stage Boom, break em down like a twelve-gauge [C-Bo] Back at cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh's Young thugs, ready to protect with fo'-fo's On a mission mashin, nonstop til we cashed in All out a**a**ins known for down and dirty and blastin On sight smashin, anything no question asked Runnin up with no mask and dumpin caps in that a** This one life we live, is to be lived without sin But I'll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give [E-40] Don't make us have to be the one to grab the gun And get to dumpin on your crew! That's what we do, check it Drop it like it's hot a**ume the position on the flo' bu*t naked Give me erything you got Or you gonna end up comin up missin and I won't regret it Still Water run deep (how deep?) Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh Pay the price to have a s**er put on ice Got just as many Hot Ones as my n***a Spice Chorus [E-40] But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E? I'd be up in that motherf**er watchin my latest video brought to you by Tra** G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin Rap Show the Bay Area's own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C (BEYOTCH!) Love letters to my wife, ba-bee I miss you This mornin I learned how to make a pair of dice out of some toilet tissue Fan mail from my fans, get up out of jail Waitin for my court ap-pail [C-Bo] n***a pa** the strap and let me blast I'm quick to get off in that a** It's Forty Water and the Loco b**h so kiss dick and kick cask' From Sacramento down to Vallejo, on a mission about that mail We specialize in collectin pays If you come short, we dumpin facials I holds down the fort With two Magnums culture go toe to toe With any one of you b**h a** n***as That think you can f** with me and fo'-oh It's old school trick, new school fools they catch clips Forever money over b**h, we'll never caught snick considered licked [E-40] Hell yeah, ay See that's what I'm sayin that sh** is realer than a new fifty dollar bill