Artist: C-bo
Album: Tales from the crypt
Song: Groovin on a Sunday

Verse 1
(C-Bo)
Headed for the liquor store and a 40 the dub
Can never be five and my homeboys know why
Cuz I got the 15 shot hk
Stop down on a flourn light on a Sunday
I got my 45 cocked for this fun day
Everybody from the southside in they ride
Girls thangs candy paints getting looking nice
Hoes pulled up in they candy pink five oh top down
Pounding like live folks
Should I snatch’em rich’em tie’em to they bed
Then pinch’em
They think I clown hopping on they ass up off the ground
Sunshine then we headed for miller’s park
Hit C and B’s on broadway boulevard
Ass popping
Foes dropping
Hoes flocking
Playa hatas hawking
Just mad cuz I’m rich and famous
And still a gangster riding on dainers
They hitting dues still run the liquor store
And when I step in they all say what’s up Bo
Cuz they all know it’s hen hog
With no chainsaw going for the dog
It’s just another one of those fun days
As we groove in my seven six on a Sunday

Chorus
Groovin in my seven six
Hoes on my tip
Should of made a right made a left
I going down to the county
My ride got towed
But I will be out in a minute
Back home on vouges

Verse 2
It’s dark time
In the park it’s much live
I mean there is hoes all over the lot
With that punk asked I just writing
I getting play cuz I stands to live
Creased hevies air nikes and cornrows in head
Got my strap in my pocket cuz I can’t be slipping
Got one in the chamber if these fools start tripping
Then I’m off and outy leaving the set cloudy
Riding the gold daytons smoking on a pound of weed
Broadway so pack you can’t get your smash on
I’m looking out for the jackers
Prepare to get my blast on
Nighttime redlice hoochie Mama skin tight
Daisy duke short in the hen got my game tight
Smooth I love to get my groove on
Fools try to count supposed to get moved on
Zapped in my lap
Getting much dap
From all the oh g’z that’s on my team
Bombed out
In the chronic got me numbed out
Brain on stuck drunk as a skunk
I got my homie behind me too deep in the burbon pervin
Drop cuts and now I hits the blocks serving’em
As we groove on a Sunday

Chorus
Groovin in my seven six
Letting them white and gold daytons just spin
Zap on my lap hand on my strap
As the hoes grin
They know they can’t ride for free
Cuz I’m already fo’ deep
You can take this number and call me
On the under and get with me hata bee
Beotch
Groovin in my seven six