San Quinn - Sav Boyz lyrics

[C-Bo] I'mma co*k and unload the AK Have 'em on they radio screamin out MAYDAY MAYDAY Callin back up, I let 'em stack up It's just more cops for me to cap up Punk cops I k** 'em on the spot f** a foot pursuit I fill 'em wit the Glock And ever since pete wilson came up with the 3 strikes I'd rather it be d**h than let it be life I done seen wit juvenille delinquits Pull heat quick, dump and leap fence And I can't wait for the homies to see this Me on the offense k**in they defense A hnudred miles and runnin f** that a hundred rounds and gunnin they a** down and comin With that titanium bullet proof vest that'll show ya That them motherf**ers lied when they told ya [Hook] I'm a gun slangin d-boy block hundred proof f** the police we throw shots out the roof Heat holder, ya block soldiers cops don't want it Shoot a cop blow a cop smoke on the doja we bad boys We roll around the town in dem toys Them after that we snort a gram of that boi The savage causin the havoc And bust a nut in nothing less than the baddest We holdin courts in the middle of the traffic a savage n***a [San Quinn] I give the boys in blue the real bb king blues Rookie cop get popped out his shoes make the news Due to the hustlin they wanna pursue and cuff quinn Shoot a n***a quick, so of course I'm dustin them Since my homies a parloies they told me paperwork ain't the lick I'm movin work in somethin quick wit a Glock and a kick On ya shift tryna sniff in my sh** You get behind me, ya little lt-1 I'm runnin that sh** Call back up y'all stick like Savs together So get blasted and have matchin sh**, bags together Or get chedder you can keep ya punk a** number f** the cops I stay wit heat and I'm ridint he runner If you comin bring a helicopter to chase me down to the compound 50 n***as strapped face me now You brave ba*tards similar to slave masters Try to interfere here you'll meet disaster [Hook] [k**a Tay] We shake the spots cause we hate the cops Cali life everyday tryna make some knots My lil homies keep the blocks hot Dub C M still hooked wit crooks that jook And ese's wit chop shops And ride drop tops and when it's time to blow the dough I'm in the escalade wit bo ready to hot box Super sav boy, keep a breezy to spot cops in case we got chops and Glocks You know how we roll cause p.d. is dirty as me Tryna see a real g shacked down but I'm tryna stay free f** the police n.w.a said it and I said it They lie and try to plot thats why they keep us hot headed But we stay savage on hog status like bettis Bout to stack a mil plus if they let us We black geurillas that hate laws and break jaws So if thet try to pull you over mayne shoot 'em in the face dog