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c-bo - black 64 كلمات الأغنية

black six-four, gold daytons roam
and hit the block non stop n-gg- straight out bone
and just p-ssing through, didn’t have no strap
point my finger at your -sses says smoke like that
hit your enemy block, rolling four cars deep
two chevs, one ‘lac and a iroc-z
riding low shotgun gauge ready to peel
windows down, top drop, b-mpin’ realer than real
hit the block, gauge c-cked, hangin’ over the do’
seven shot, one squeeze, ride pump, ya know?
never slip in the streets of the garden block
’cause m-th-f-ckas get smoked a lot

hit the flow and i come, you try to run you get gunned down
four deep on the creep, i’m about to put your -ss to sleep
and ain’t no sense in locking up the door
’cause one kick from one the cliques we’ll be in that hoe
so make way as i unload my a-k on your house
then degrade as i take one of your closest family members out
it’s the bo, i thought you knew, oh punk you didn’t know?
well meet my forty-four (four, four, four, four)
face to face we shoot out with the next hood
on the creep, they say the bo-loc’s no good
and it’s your -ss that got me pulling a mask, popping a cap
want me to tap daddy on that -ss with my mask?

it’s all for one and one for all
f-cking with the bo and i’ll be bustin’ and getting awol
pulling a gat, going in for the big jack
caught them fools on they back
woke them up with the mac, now give me the scr-p
’cause that’s how we living in ninety-three
i watch my back plus i’ll be strapped ’cause ain’t no jacking see
so don’t try, this punk tried denyin’ i knew was lying
i started firing, now one at a time they all retirin’
close range, living in strange, can’t be tame
i pull the mac and take the police out the f-cking game
i been a slave, and i ain’t going back
police jacked with the intentions to sendin’ it back

- c bo

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