Текст песни C-Bo - Deadly Game, слова песни C-Bo

Текст песни C-Bo - Deadly Game

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* author`s note: this is the song that got C-Bo locked up for parole violationYou know I never was no choir boyYa folks got a, gang of priorsMaybe that`s why the one-time`s be triflinTryin to give a young nigga thirty-five to lifeWhen I ain`t even done nothin wrong, off-icerI have no in-fo to offer-yaHe asked my name, so I came off the brainTold him, "I`m John Doe and this is my hoe Jane"He said, "Smart mouth nigga, don`t make me do ya"Put my thumbprint in his high tech computerMy name came back with a warrant, felo-niesNow they got me down-town, spread my anusButtock, I`m like, "What the FUCK is it now?"He said, "You robbed a liquor store; we know where, when and how"It`s foul, they got a nigga to` up from the, flo` upMy mom, in the courtroom lookin like she bout to throw upIt`s a strong armed robbery, strapped in the commisionat my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a propositionHe said if I lose at trial I`d get the ? with the L on topbut take the deal he`d give me five with havin most of the charges droppedHopped on the deal quicker than blast, and said"I admit that, but two and a half ain`t bad I got getback"They sentenced me to five, two I gotta bringIt`s only strike one swing, batta batta swingChorus:It`s one-eight-seven on the D.A., cause theyain`t tryin to give a young motherfucker no leewayYes yes... y`allOne-eight-seven on the whole courtroom, motherfuck em allYou better swing, batta batta swingCause once you get your third felony, your fifty years you gotta bringIt`s a deadly game of baseballSo when they try to pull you over1 - shoot em in the face y`all2 - shoot em in his face y`all3 - take em on a chase y`allFresh out the pen, unrehabili-tatedDoin hella good, and my P.O. hates itHates Dick, she`s a dyke lesbian bitchCan`t wait to violate for me for some petty ass shitI gotta get a job, so I`m fillin out applicationsFightin the temptation, to slang nightshift, uhhMinimum wage don`t get it, five bucks a hourdon`t cut it, man I ain`t widditSo fuck it, I went and struck it rich, on the dope sackMy homie gave me two, and told me to bring a fo` backNow it`s time for me to start havin thangsI flips me a Coupe and painted it candy-apple greenIt gleams, clear coat sprayed on thicklyFools out to get me cause my shit is lookin stickyI`m at the club and I can feel them suckers scopinI`m knowin they plottin on me, but I`m still hopinthat they won`t fry me, unless they wanna dieThey will be, drippin more blood, than Mrs. Simpson wasSho` nuff, ain`t no bluff, here them suckers comeGot me reachin up under the panel to handle the forty-four caliber gun, uhhSpun his ass around with one of the fat Magnum roundsGot him on the ground makin funny sounds, ohhI got a problem, witnesses tenPositive identifa-cationChorusOn swoll in the pen, cellmates with X-RaidedNow I`m on parole, five years laterThe Bo loc is ready to have me a ballFuck my P.O., I`m goin AWOLAnd you all can suck this dick, I`m sickand tired of goin through all this bitch-made shitI got two strikes right now as we speak, and peepI`m not bout to let you motherfuckers do, meI`m petty with a prior, will buy your fateWith Wilson in the office, you gets no dateSo I`m putting all my belongings on Greyhound bus #22Bound to another state, me and my crewUnpacked my shit, stacked my gripCalifornia and Pete Wilson can suck my dick!And if you didn`t already know, that you couldn`ttrust his ass, just look how he did Polly KlassUsed her death, and her family`s nameso he can yank more votes, and political fameIt`s a shame, that I`m the one they say is a monsterJuvenile delinquent, steppin out of sync withbut FUCK THAT, I ain`t goin out, like a punkThat ain`t my style, rip him from his asscrackto hit nutsacks now, they wanna kill a niggalike me I blast one blast two that`s strike threeChorus

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Deadly Game

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