Outsmart The Po-Po's lyrics

Song information

Artist: E-40
Album: Federal

Lyrics

(Yawn)(burp)
It's 9 am (fuck)time for a poisima
Life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
The rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide
I gotta go, flush the cumode, k
Threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me half way at the nut tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm chargin'
15-5 for the margerine, a-1 yola tightly packed
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
The broad that be holdin' my d she love me
Long as I keep dickin her down properly
Sittin low in my cut not like a failure
In front of baby's house
Straight talkin on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake
With the gypsyness before it's too late
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a kilo in a baby basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight
Can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right

Chorus -
Outsmart the po po
Known to the marks as the don't knows
You gotta

I wear street clothes
Pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee
And I don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, got a grip and I don't be braggin
Can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah
It's better to be got with then without
Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes
Tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The po po I dislike em (hate em)
Crooked ass cops will make you vital
But you know that I know the po po
Would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black

That's why you gotta-

Chorus

(B-legit)
It's saturday night and to the night club
I got the tanqueray, juice, and the green bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll
A brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll
I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah)
And the muthafuckin gin to the same bottle (that's right)
Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what)
I keep it the trunk right next to the gat (what they do doe)
Po po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)
An open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like legitament to blast
Chorus