(yawn)(burp)It’s 9 AM (fuck)time for a poisima,life at incent, sit on the toiletsumpThe Rossi got me smellin like I’m dead inside (sniff)I’m stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin’ to hideI gotta go, flush the cumode, k ,threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterdayMe got some niggaz come down from outta town seeThey want to meet me half way at the Nut TreeBut I’m starvin’ so I’m Chargin’15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed,17-5 for the coochierackStrike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter beretaThe broad that be holdin’ my D she love me,long as I keep dickin her down properlySittin low in my cut not like a failure,in front of baby’s housestraight talkin on a cellularBring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake,with the gypsyness before it’s too latePenitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basketGotta play your cards right, game tight,can’t be slippin in the 90’s, damn rightChorus -Outsmart the Po Po,known to the marks as the don’t knows,you gottaI wear street clothespants be saggin’, I’m not bootseeand I don’t drive a dope wagonHuh, 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’ outSeniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)Ridin’ with a light skinned big booty tenderHarass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,tryin’ to put a stop on my revenuesThe Po Po I dislike em (hate em)Crooked ass cops will make you vitalBut you know that I know the Po Powould love for a nigga to even attempt to act blackThat’s why you gotta-Chorus(B-Legit)It’s Saturday night and to the night clubI got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green BudTacked on the freeway doin’ fifty ya’ll,a brand new thang lookin nifty ya’llI 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