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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh, Ha-ha!
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh
Ain't seen a babe like this before
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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha!
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh

Ain't seen a babe like
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Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh Ha-ha!
Feet up, pat him on the po-po
Let's hear him laugh
Ain't seen a babe like
we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get
llao (weed)
Said dey want to get good shit for da low-low
Fred grew-up wit dis nigga by da bayou
Could be da po-po, dats da way my mind think
Thought
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is
stop till I'm eatin' off a platinum plate
Po po comes around and tries to relocate me
Lock me up forever but they can't deflate me cause
Havin' cash is
Keep the digital phone up to his dome
Two assistants, two bank accounts, two homes
One problem; even with the O's on his check
The po-po stop him
pace, they start changin up the tempo

Now, who is cat riding out on the town
State trooper wanna stop him in his ride, pat him down
Mr Nigga, Nigga
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
Well, it was Friday night last week we got pulled over with an O 
53 and Ogden by a condescending po 

Tried to fill his quota book 

Stopped us no
Writin rhymes is the best way I express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
change 
But Adam, the white man would stare strange 
So the black man got fed up 
Cause wasn't nobody feedin' him and feedin' him 
And took red by his
the county on a PO 

The only way to get back on my feet is slang that diggety dope 

Hooked up with my partner, my cutty mac 

Two days later I'm back
at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Making the way for that rodeo, that
was waiting by his bed side
He jerked his arm the next morning
And then a tear ran down his left eye
6 men carried his coffin, put him 6 feet in
like junkies,
A part of a "ki" is all that I need,
To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital "see", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for
on that
Where they kick it at? And a lot of people just don't know
Shady Park you heard just don't go
Quick to flip the bird up po'-po'
Makin the way
to myself, I told him, "Shut the fuck up!"
Buckle up, cause it's about to be rough
He said, "Keep talking that shit, you 'bout to be snuffed"
Then we
to come up and swang
Or chop up on some blades
I keep a tight fade
You know I'm always on my paper chase
Always get my green, always on my lean
Me and Po
it
Plus I got a motor like a banshee
If that's ya man, girl you can forget it
I'm standin' by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged
I make him want
to come up off of me
You need to go get it, by yourself and stand up on your own two feet
Look at me I'm star-studded, all because I punch that clock
I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovely
All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71
We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the be-O-N-E
Hit the floor
With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun
(WE LIVE BY THE GUN, WE DIE BY THE GUN)
Get Into It With A Nigga Gotta Tote My Gun,
It's plain to see, you can't change