Artist: C-bo
Album: The Best of C-bo
Song: Freestyle
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
[c-bo]
It’s one for the muthafucking money I got the nine 17 shot
Hoppin down the ave headed for the hop shop
With the snitches getting at the bitches uhh uhh it’s 187 on my block
I got the 7 6 regal with the phat ass hops two fucking pumps
Ten batter reason to trump and I’m headed for the fucking dump
Muthafuckas want problems got the ak 47 won’t leave to solve’em
My name is bo loc I do this shit for bread
And I got this shit coming straight for the head of the indo bomb
Rolling in my drop top coming to your muthafucking spot
I won’t reap for fifty seven for a hundred
I spend big dollas everytime I come so when you see me
Hoppin at the snitches getting at the bitches smokng on a switcha sweet
Raise a blade on a seat you know you can’t fuck with the og
I come with the fo G status and I got the phat automatic
And if you want static I let you have it
So back up like a eight leg crodac before you get busted
With a phat gat then I hop off in the fucking drop
I got the snitches on the block three bullet straight killing
Through manillas muthafucka when we going down it’s killas
I did fo fucking years for respect so tell me what’s next
Muthafuckas get neck broke get choked get smoked
Muthafucka when your fucking with the og you see on your block
Hitting bitches in the candy paint with the rag fucking top
And the pigs straight pounding know I’m down
Cuz I gots to keep clowning through the town
As my muthafucking ass dropped at night the sparks
Lite up the whole fucking park as I keep groovin on a move
And you know I got the muthafucking phat hooves in my pocket
For my homies snap I bust like that
With the rat tat tat tat from the mack
And if you want funk I’ll break your ass off
And mississippi got the fucking sawed off and these r and b any how
But we kicking this gangsta style for my nigga Pi-zzo
I had the free load on the fucking album drop a hundred thousands
Now I’m on block with a rag top muthafucking lexus coupe
And I won’t stop for you hoes that don’t got bills
Because the aligators at the month they tried to kill

Chorus
We want our backs but they can’t stop us cuz we stack
Geee’z and still hoppin on our d
Be on our minds but they can’t stop us cuz we stack
Geee’z and still hoppin on our d

Verse 2
[C-bo]
Riding low to the muthafucking floor
Got the super spoke flow fifty four on the floor
And we riding daytons and low pros muthafucka the po po’s don’t know
We got the strap phat hk 40 heckaler and koch sporty
Niggas get ruffed up in they muthafucking chest throwing up the west
But I got the vest cuz I’m from the
DAM C-BO south
And I’m quick to put the guage in your mouth coming through your house
With my muthafucking men got the ski mask down
And we don’t grin cuz we want the fucking ends under the couch
Run to the room you get took out boom goes the guage from the back
In your face I’m coming for the fucking sac
It’s bo loc and I don’t go for the short sac
Cuz I want the dope sack and the sratch
Fill the bag I blow up the fucking pad if I get mad you’d been had
Cuz you done fucked with a phyco and I’ma groove up and creep dumping
Like no muthafucka that you never seen befo’
With the fo’ fifty fo’ on the flow super spoke
In the cut throat damming I’m coming mississippi
Pi-zzo out the window gunning
Dumping hot ones in your fucking belly you holding on your hound
But your cauffing up jelly I won’t stop I parked the fucking drop
Hopped out the ride with the glock and
It’s on close range living in the strange
Doing niggas in crazy insane man
Is spitting is what got me paid the foo
So fuck the whole world I’m bucking all you fools
Popped the trunk grabbed the fucking ride pump
I got to feed the muthafucking gator man pump

Chorus

started firing
Now when they time they all time
Close range living in strange
Can’t be taimed
I pull the mack and take the fucking police out the fucking game
I’ve been a slave
And I ain’t going back
Police jacked with the intentions
To send it back