Outsmart The Po Po's lyrics - E-40 (feat. B-Legit)

(Yawn) (burp)

It's 9 AM (fuck) 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 niggaz 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

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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 muthafuckas 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

Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,

tryin' to put a stop on my revenues

The Po Po I dislike em (hate em)

Crooked ass cops will make you vital

But you know that I know the Po Po

would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black

That's why you gotta-

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[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 muthafuckin 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 fuck with me (what you got?)

an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)

Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast

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