[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
DAMC-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

Artist: DJ Melo Mix f/C-bo
Album: Greatest Mixes, Vol.29
Song: Freestyle
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[C-bo]
My dj makes the music I keep it rough kicking up mo dust
Than a troops kick steel toes still blast with a pump
At the parties when the funk gets heck tic
I pop the trunk then I'm checking before I wreck it
I break your neck disrepected and get broke off with a tech
Since I blast back with a glock is what I sport
Beanie they want me shackled down I'm like whodini
Then I can't win for losing if my reagal crusing if they see me
Bumping and dumping they think I'm moving something
I be ripping up shows smoking blunts and indo
Moving keys instead of kilos they rather lock me in a cell
Twamp five with an L rather then see me drop a tape
And make some mail they can go to heck cuz they prejuduice
The best thing that I ever seen were some deed presidents
I breaks um off

Chorus 2x
Fools be dumping them guns knowing that they soft nigga lurch
Breaks off nigga break um off and watch them all jump off
Yea C-bo breaks them off

Verse 2
I don't need help I does it by myself I be
Rocking on a solo mission rocks well six feet
The dark skin and nappy hair busta fresh outta jail bail
And leave'em staring plus I don't care feel frogish then jump
And watch me break um off down to chunks still dropping
Gangsta hits that make that makes a grip so turn it up
And have a trunk full of knug fu punk
See some still can't heive that I'm independant
And make more money than your stingy white friends did
With majors hitting me on my pager till they see me
On billboard getting paper uhh you should of know from the jump
I can kick it but now I ain't wit it they can have that mill ticket
And stick it where the sun don't shine
I'm a young black thug and I gots to get mine
I've been down from the hate and headed to the pen
And dropping hits like pie pipper cuz I eats mine
Spinach I gets busy like fred and lee you should of known
You can't fuck with me I breaks um off

Chorus 2x
Fools be dumping them guns knowing that they soft nigga lurch
Breaks off nigga break um off and watch them all jump off
Yea C-bo breaks them off

Verse 3
Here we go again 1,2,3, on the fourth count I hit the floor
Like were in a breeze I see myself and I be the gangster rap king
If you think you can get with these nigga please
I be kicking up dusta on you mark bustas
And a white man with a smile I never trusta hand in my pocket
Wrapped around my glock and try to come short
And I cock it blast off like a rocket now they calling me George
To this concrete jungle fighting in prsion with shake it
It won't fumble Famestown, folsom, pelican bay, corporate life
Will have you pay never thought I be in a five by eight cell
With 25 with an L plus got the beanie on my head hand in my draws
Back against the wall hitting every yard call ain't
But the hog in me breaking them off from underground
From the west to the east face to face with a mic
I checks then rep when I bails off the stage the homie
Packs a tech I breaks um off

Chorus 2x
Fools be dumping them guns knowing that they soft nigga lurch
Breaks off nigga break um off and watch them with a vest uhh
Yea C-bo breaks them off

Verse 4
Now your on a grey goose with 30 years to do
Wake up to famestown scared to spook shoot ducktackle on a chain
With the untaimed solder's in the game that's totally insane
You think that you's was hard till you hit yard
And notice the most ridahs with the life time scars
You mad at who you is you still get stuck it
And when three men down hit the ground and get bucked
Cuz ain't no love from the men with the cower
Thinking life ain't nothing you's a coward
And O.G'z that did more than ten I had that ass on a mission
First end then slide that knife what you best do is
Slicking moving and get back to your crew
On a four level yard hit quick then blast it getting early kicks
Coming home in a casket that insane life packing a knife
Wanna jump somebody gots to die best to be junicide when you see it
Coming only stupid muthafuckas turn they back and die running

Chorus 2x
Fools be dumping them guns knowing that they soft nigga lurch
Breaks off nigga break um off and watch them all jump off
Yea C-bo breaks them off