C.P.O. - Jus So Ya No lyrics

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Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO..

[Verse One]

Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow

Occupation - looney motherfucker; set I claim - the Row

So the first motherfucker that's caught up in the twist

will be found - in the depths of the Westbound

Take your place while we here to lay raws

Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold

Sort of a jack episode if you will

I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still

See that, be what, the fuck a nigga mean

when I say - you can't envision me, cause I can't be seen

like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most

cause I'm just so motherfuckin sly, invisible through the eye

So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide

but there's, really no escape from the nigga from this side

Which side? Westside, layin in the cut to gank your load

when we's in "don't give a fuck" mode

See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get

So run motherfuckers 'fore youse caught up in the sunsets

Bitch-made niggaz best to keep that ass at home

cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam

[Chorus x2: CPO-Boss Hog]

This is just so ya know - (??) niggaz to hoes

If an ass gets gone - well it's good as on (it's on)

If you're trickin off your luck - you're dead as a duck

and til the day we gives a fuck, cuz, you're wrong

[Verse Two]

The late night, creeper nigga gets his stroll

for seekin out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts

Off to the spizznot - with chronic and fat knots

and them murderizin hoes droppin drawers to expose cock

Now I'm (?) - emotions of a G

Girl you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga

that's fin' to get paid on they block - think I ain't?

Cause I've been known to bank and serve up glock fool

Now on the move, to much higher and bigger thangs

Must be in it to win it, cause I does them nigga thangs

My nuts is where they wanna swang, and dangle off and on they roam

And no romance between us so gets the fuck on

Bitch-made, nut and break his nose, and meaner for tricks

I gots love for nothin but my niggaz and grip

So now you know.. and I be's off into the moonlight

puffin the I-N-do

[Chorus 1/2]

[Verse Three]

(???) we, get into the grillin of a, fool

Ain't no nigga breathin can fuck up my rule

I'm that same nigga police done sought

but no a nigga never ever been caught, cause I'm just sneaky doe

I'm (??) and stinky, for those who see me

I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely

Completely, a true blue G to my name

CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame

So if a nigga wanna breathe in long

then the nigga best to eat his own

That's how me and nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga what

If he's steppin to me wrong, nigga gone

Bitch so late (?? ??) it ain't shit

Kinda like that 'llac bendin corners, I ain't easy to hit

The hoe as in G'dee don't wanna see, right

Peeps through the sight, them freaks as they peeps the late night

Freeze up, raise up, cause Jack it's on for your (??)

If you're (?? ??) motherfucker break yo' self

cause yo' fo' is kinda sweet

I think I'ma have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee

Be slippin niggaz up out of they shit like surgery

cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency

Ya know, so next time slang motherfuckin thangs

Your shit'll be gone - fuck if you see me if I see you it's on

[Chorus 1/2]