outsmart the po-po’s lyrics – e-40

it’s 9 a.m, f*ck time for a poisima, life at incent, sit on the toilet sump
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 comode, k
threw on the same d*mn clothes i wore yesterday

me got some n*gg*z 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 margarine
a-1, yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack

strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milimeterbereta
the broad that be holdin’ my d she love me
long as i keep d*ckin’ 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, penitentiary 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, d*mn right

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, got a grip and i don’t be braggin’,
can’t be laggin’, gotta keep stackin’, yeah, i keeps me a strap in case
i gots to shoot a simp in his face, it’s better to be got with then without

jealous m*th*f*ckas 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, har*ss them
muthaf*ckas on gold shoes, tryin’ to put a stop on my revenues

the po po, i dislike ’em, hate ’em, crooked *ss cops
will make you vital but you know that i know the po po
would love for a n*gg* to even attempt to act black
that’s why you gotta

outsmart the po po, known to the marks
as the don’t knows, you gotta

it’s sat*rday night and to the night club, i got the tanqueray, juice
and the green bud, tacked on the freeway doin’ fifty y’all
a brand new thang lookin’ nifty y’all, i open the juice
and then i take some, swallows, yeah and the m*th*f*ckin’ 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*ck with me, what you got?
an open juice bottle and a little ol’ doobie, what they got to kiss?
cops better kiss my *ss for a n*gg* like legitament to blast

outsmart the po po, known to the marks
as the don’t knows, you gotta

/ e 40 lyrics