Artist: C-bo
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Freestyle

Verse 1
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