Artist: C-bo
Album: Final Chapter
Song: Still mashin

Verse 1
[C-bo]
I be smashing in a coupe
Hop for the loot
Give it up
Cuz when I spread I ready
To shoot
I dump slugs full of scrilla
Give a pound to my killa
Hit a switch and force my parole
On three willas
See I’m all about my cash and smash
To get a buck
Stacking my ass
No ends to be a truck
I give a fuck as I bundle
Trying to stack and get my pasoes
We live the life of a gangsta
Down to hit shank a hoe
And make though
M*et and dicky dank shit
We hit on dubs
Put them in a six for
And we get no loving
They dump slugs on a all bad
Who set punk ass
In hit the calicod tack bitch
My be g’z sagging
In the force to hit magnums
Do or die
Mission run up full speed
Blast’em mag miss
Nationwide smashing
Westcoast mafia and we still mashing

Chorus

Haters wanna stop us
All the bitches jock us
Call them hating get cash
Mobbing through the script
Pushing hecka zip
Popping collaz when we mash
We mashing
That’s what we do that’s what we be
Still mashing

Verse 2

Take two steps back pull out my strap
And get the dumping on that ass
Like I’m the last Outlaw
And my heart is pumping so
You hear’em with stake at cha
Everything they devower
Trying not to let them catch you
With my chrome tagging
45 automatic getting five jackets
Hit you with vemin like I had to
Smashing in traffic
Full of static fully retreated
We coming equipped with
Much needed
Rules to they heeded
Situation to sell rocks
All about the cash flow
Young thug entrepenures
Loving no more struggling
Those that try to hold us get smashings
Start clashing and blasting
Westcoast mashing
Mad men assassins
Laced with the tag my nigga
And we still mashing

Chorus

Haters wanna stop us
All the bitches jock us
Call them hating get cash
Mobbing through the script
Pushing hecka zip
Popping collaz when we mash
We mashing
That’s what we do that’s what we be
Still mashing

Verse 3

Still mashing like a savage
Act like still niggas shooting
Mad wake up off the had
For the loot zip and smash
Bitch may player hate
But my fate will be in front of the Gate
Up on front popping collaz
Pushing range roll
Undercover six
On my ass bank roll
All over my thighs
Richy hold ties
Smoke’em out my window
They make my car why
Nigga I’m out to get some dollas
All the dollas I can get
With that ass I can get
Miney over booshit
Miney over bitches
Be rolling freeze info
I’m to get rich
If we test we bust
In GOD we trust
Got you running like a chevy
From the crate to the nile stick
I be having major weight
Sending big cars weight

Chorus