Get down on get down
[C-bo]
Verse 1
My ak is putting down
Is putting much work
Popping a clip a
Lil voice in my head said
Stuck a tip out the window
And fucked them all
Took they ass to the hole
Like basketball
Hit the club got drunk
Pulled the gun
Start getting off
OG’z catching funk
From my sawed off
I know they mad
But I gives a fuck
What goes around
Comes around they should of ducked
We open fired on the
Whole muthafucking crowd
Jumped up started beating muthafuckas down
Then I’m sideways
Coming off the speed bump
I’m standing up in the drive
With a round pump
My name is cowboy
C-bo fo’ showt
When niggas hear cowboys
They hit the floor
Cuz they know I’m a
C-BODAM phyco
And I always but caps at they night ya
Young perks want funk
But they don’t shoot once
Pump the gas and then they gone
Lil hoe tried to pick bo like an afro
Didn’t know I just got present triple ohh
I’m a mobsta come and feel my dick hard
You wanna run you better have a bullet proof car
Cuz the shit
That we pack I bought a gun
So when we kick this
Enough hoes better run
I don’t like shooting hoes
I like to fuck
You don’t run
You can witness getting fucked up
Rolling duce seven cutlass
Can’t touch this
Volk vogues like dope
When I say fuck this
Roll my windows down
Still smoke tinted
Shot gun mack glocks
All up in it
And we all pack heat
Cuz we all family
So watch your back
Muthafucka understand me

Verse 2
Thug your mobbing to the state fair
Hope you got your gat in the trunk
Cuz we gone start funk
We hit the out of town clubs
Like nuts
We in the drop five oh duce in the cut
I watch niggas get jealous
When their hoes jock
That’s when I go and take the finest hoe
And take a walk
Cuz I’m the muthafucking bo
And flauting those hoes
Liked to get fucked on triple gold
That’s why
I keep a sheet in my back seat
And sheep skin on my dick
So she don’t leave
And I hear the Virgin hoes
Be scared to meet me
Cuz I eat the pussy hoes out so deeply

Verse 3
Straight mob
Straight up fucking club buck
And make the jackers put their dubs up
And one times can fuck wit me
Cuz they 3 ohh fives can’t fuck
With the 3 fifty
Every corner I hit
I’m getting sideways
Half lost by the time
I hit the highway
C-bo the bald head nut
Fish tailing in the cunt
House parties
I turn the muthafuckas out
And bust caps at the end without a doubt
I grab the mic
And start kicking the gangster shit
Hoes know c-bo make niggas click
I start talking about glocks and mack tens
And how I pull my jacks
On the kingpin
And the niggas know
Better to fuck with me
The head honcho
Of the m o double b
I ain’t the realest but they say
I’m the locest
And the one who
Keeps the mob in the showbiz
And at the concerts
I’m keeping the crowd hype
Cuz I’m kicking the kind of shit
That everybody like
I take a mobsta bee
Do a mobsta rhyme
Half mobstas kicking up dust all the time
For the women
They showing me
Much love
Let me skeez the charmin
Everytime they hug
Only time they get to rub on the bald head
Is if her legs is on my shoulders
And we in the bed
And you know the hoes’s let me hit
Them sideways
For the fact that’s how I came up
The highway
C-bo the bald head nut
Fishtailing in the cut