Outsmart The Po-po's Lyrics - E-40

It's 9 a.m, fuck time for a poisima, life at incent, sit on the toilet sump 

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 comode, K 

Threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday 

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 Margarine 

A-1, yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack 

Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milimeterbereta 

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, penitentiary 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 

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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, got a grip and I don't be braggin', 

Can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin', yeah, I keeps me a strap in case 

I gots to shoot a simp in his face, 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 

Outsmart the Po Po, known to the marks 

As the don't knows, you gotta 

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It's Saturday night and to the night club, I got the Tanqueray, juice 

And the Green Bud, tacked on the freeway doin' fifty y'all 

A brand new thang lookin' nifty y'all, 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 

Outsmart the Po Po, known to the marks 

As the don't knows, you gotta