Menace

Artist: C-Bo f/Mr.kee
Album: 14 Karat Dreams
Song: Ultimate High
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

Verse 1
[C-Bo]
See paper makes my world spin my dubs on revenge
In the back seat sippin henn counting late on my win
Whole crew walky talk with XL and SL's
Close enough to get a lap top and XL flex ya
Caught the least part of the rock catching sales
At 15,000 a pop I waste money like it's toxic
I paying off this top with the nine thousand
Till these bitches top wheel
But times been stopping for the new one
So they went federal they know where we piss
And my cold name is heavy metal
I'm far from ghetto kids love when I hit
100 spokes and fo doors dropped in the rev
And I clear like playas
And phat farm with the shoes in a bubble it
I be trouble to kill when it's on and cracking
You haters better give me space because I'm known for cracking

Chorus: 2x
[Mr.kee]
Still we some solders and thugs and still gone thug till we die
Where we some solders and mob niggas the money gone multiply
We pushing product of feens thinking they eager to fire
Straight up bossing out of control it's that ultimate high

Verse 2
[Mr.Kee]
I hear other days I rather bomb first but I'm letting bossaline
Straight swollow my hollow point catch
The back of my beanie take off that money mask
And have them guessing who done it
Po po tried to catch me could blast me and leave slugs in my stomach
I'm hitting fences backyard that shit shank but fuck it
I rather die cuz the consequences are sic are beating me
Half to death and lock me up for the rest of my life
And even the cops giving me the dick
I be going out just like a man

Verse 3
[C-bo]
I push big nav's and cavi like cash flow bulletproof denali
Follow me getting my cash for
And blast your silly ass up out the boots and yell
West Coast Mafia and then I swoop and kill for the loot
For sho loc got his hands in the money
Get him gun him down on the pavement is how I done it
Then I run him up straigth up off a cliff
In his own whip don't even trip
I'm off the red riding handle bars in this shit

Verse 4
[Mr.Kee]
Gave this thing up like it was a contact sport
I got my partner do drama in a reagal hoping down the fort
Between glocks that spot my back is always rock
Now we spitting game from this small town
All the way to the Garden Block
The bitches be flocking when we sliding through
Ol schools drops and s.u.v's learned my game with an asphualt
Where I studee mafioso-ology
Got to be a straight up thug putting down for your set
I treat them hoes like champane bootles get that pussy moet
In the life we lead you we the best of your dreams
Or play that bitch rolls zapped out with the infered beam
Push you down for you kin folk see bo loc do big thangs
In this world shit gone change course this cuban
Will have you looking at your own brain
More hearts that cold that's why I'm stay strapped with this heat
Been on a robbin on that table with a tag on your feet
You done fucked up now letting you back in my zone
And when I doubt filled me with hennessey with me
Mugging in my steel toes