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Oahoahohhh.. talk to them CPO.. [Verse One] Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow Occupation - looney motherfucker; set I claim - the Row So the first motherfucker that's caught up in the twist Will be found - in the depths of the Westbound Take your place while we here to lay raws Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold Sort of a jack episode if you will I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still See that, be what, the fuck a nigga mean When I say - you can't envision me, cause I can't be seen Like Casper the Ghost I creeps the most Cause I'm just so motherfuckin sly, invisible through the eye So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide But there's, really no escape from the nigga from this side Which side? Westside, layin in the cut to gank your load When we's in "don't give a fuck" mode See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get So run motherfuckers 'fore youse caught up in the sunsets Bitch-made niggas best to keep that ass at home Cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam Chorus: CPO-Boss Hog (repeat 2X) This is just so ya know - (??) niggas to hoes If an ass gets gone - well it's good as on (it's on) If you're trickin off your luck - you're dead as a duck And til the day we gives a fuck, cuz, you're wrong [Verse Two] The late night, creeper nigga gets his stroll For seekin out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts Off to the spizznot - with chronic and fat knots And them murderizin hoes droppin drawers to expose cock Now I'm (?) - emotions of a G Girl you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga That's fin' to get paid on they block - think I ain't? Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock fool Now on the move, to much higher and bigger thangs Must be in it to win it, cause I does them nigga thangs My nuts is where they wanna swang, and dangle off and on they roam And no romance between us so gets the fuck on Bitch-made, nut and break his nose, and meaner for tricks I gots love for nothin but my niggas and grip So now you know.. and I be's off into the moonlight Puffin the I-N-do Chorus 1/2 [Verse Three] (???) we, get into the grillin of a, fool Ain't no nigga breathin can fuck up my rule I'm that same nigga police done sought But no a nigga never ever been caught, cause I'm just sneaky doe I'm often sneaky, for those who see me I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely Completely, a true blue G to my name CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame So if a nigga wanna breathe in long Then the nigga best to eat his own That's how me and nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga what If he's steppin to me wrong, nigga gone Bitch let your gat spit, it ain't shit Kinda like that 'llac bendin corners, I ain't easy to hit The ho as in G'dee don't wanna see, right Peeps through the sight, them freaks as they peeps the late night Freeze up, raise up, cause Jack it's on for your (??) If you're (?? ??) motherfucker break yo' self Cause yo' fo' is kinda sweet I think I'mma have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee Be slippin niggas up out of they shit like surgery Cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency Ya know, so next time slang motherfuckin thangs Your shit'll be gone - fuck if you see me if I see you it's on Chorus 1/2