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E-40 Outsmart the Po-Po's Here are the song lyrics for Outsmart the Po-Po's by E-40. For more excellent E-40 lyrics, run a search! Typed by: goodeggs@pacbell.net (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 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 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- 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 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 Chorus
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