Studio Ton - Outsmart the Po-Po's lyrics

(yawn)(burp) It's 9 AM (f**)time for a poisima Life at incent, sit on the toiletsump The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff) I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide I gotta go, flush the cumode, k Threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday Me got some n***as come down from outta town see They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin' 15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed 17-5 for the coochierack Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta The broad that be holdin' my D she love me Long as I keep dickin her down properly Sittin low in my cut not like a failure In front of baby's house Straight talkin on a cellular Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake With the gypsyness before it's too late Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket Gotta play your cards right, game tight Can't be slippin 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 clothes 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 laggin', 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 Jealous muthaf**as would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah) Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender Hara** them muthaf**as on gold shoes Tryin' to put a stop on my revenues The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) Crooked a** cops will make you vital But you know that I know the Po Po Would love for a n***a to even attempt to act black That's why you gotta- Chorus (B-Legit) It's Saturday night and to the night club I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll A brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) And the muthaf**in Gin to the same bottle (that's right) Roll me a splift 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 f** with me (what you got?) An open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?) Cops better kiss my a** for a n***a like Legitament to blast Chorus