Big Gangsta - C Bo


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Paroles de C Bo - Big Gangsta

Featuring Laroo Lil' Bo The Mob Figgas]

I see so many murders in these Cali streets

I load the strap in the battle won wit death to get beat who ever

thinks

of defeat?

When in ??? ??? I keep my eyes on the prize

Cos ain't nobody killin me I be the Big Gangsta

>From up North no pain no gain

Nigga fuck the fame slide the chips and serve caine

Cos I'ma pack a pistol til' I die bitch and fuck you pigs

that got me down on that hitlist, I know you're followin me

You're round in my 500

but I commence to shake you piggies while I'm gettin blunted

My nigga 2PAC died and now you hoes is hunted

I give a fuck, I'll buck you down and stare, whatever you're comin

I gun em down like a chump bitch, and leave em neckless, front seat

like a stamp, bitch, run up and load another clip

and then I vamp, bitch, this gangbang mentality be havin me amped

I like to smoke bomb-ator, mean and rush a hater

Put a rush in gators, shoulda seen when I sprayed her

Live fast, die early, no heart, no glory

25 with a L cos the judge couldn't feel my story

Oh no, not me, I got kids to feed

Shoot my way out any situation til' death do me

Part from the streets, it's mandatory, got packet ???

And I jack it, it's major dope when I rap it

Chorus:

I'm all in for the paper, big bases I chases

I keep a Glock on the side of my hip when in unfamiliar places

I stay ready for ridahs, see I know how they think

It ain't no killin me before I dump caps in they bod-ies

We be the Big Gangsta, think quick, like karate

smash all the pranksters, makin hits like a Got-ti

Drink nuttin but the best, X-O, Hennessey

And when I dies, an outlaw ridah is how they remember me

I bounce into the club, drunk and seein doubles

That's why I got twin Glocks so I can bust both of them bubbles

You're runnin from the rumble, this sound is terrifyin

You're hearin death callin, now you're scared to die

Prepare for the annihi-lation of player-hation

You're calicos is blazin, never known for grazin, I'm shot but it's

amazin

Butts haulin on the pavement, holy mother, place him in a casket

Murderin all them bastards

Loc'd on in, sex, from ??? ??? sack ??? ??? that's major

Pain, that 50 calibre and nothin

That's when we spark that wing that park, y'know the deal, shot stop

Everybody drop and watch the Bourbon Bill

You was fuckin with some true, soldiers

So when the tides had turned, you started snitchin to them rollers

You got fucked in a bad situation

My thugs got the L but the po-po's didn't know the situation

Chorus

I'm at the peak of my age when niggas, test, hack onto bullets

thru your vest, and if your funks real-ly, I'm about to cut you ???

???

Invest, this game that I be givin, I'm tryin to heal your soul

So we can all be known for that dough in *?rotty's vault?*

But if they wanna doublecross, we can do that too

Take em out the trunk, fully cocked wit two Glocks

Extendo clip, infrared light, put these vest on our chests

Murder, death, kill em, oh yes

Investiagtion on them Mob Figgas, no perpetration

On the job, my niggas mob niggas, across the nation

Pacin like a pimp, walkin witta limp cos my, calibre

holds extended 50 round clips in a server

Plugged off Hennessey, the doja got me in a zone

Fo' a ho-zone, mad at niggas, whole hood sewn

Ridin wit a Tek if you wit reals, set the clip

With the infrared beam on your bishop, A-P mean on ya

All soldiers from my first generation just in case

All the damage left survivors, we official struggle strivers

Can no pressure make me crack? Sit the fuck back

Traumatise your whole click, enter this, enchant tricks

Got they gillholes workin, lacin em wit two textures

That top-of-the-line impact, regulate on my track

Smash down on your shit, clown when the truck dip

Like boo young buckshots be shredded, servin *?clocks-er?*

Still acts suspicious when it's time for 2-11's, got my pocket-size

pistols

Breakin em my 7

if the shit ain't skanless, you'll never read my Mafia mind

Soldiers killin anybody tryin to pull his behind

Gotta do em bad, I'm tryin to make a million like my big homey Bolo

It's time to make a killin

Chorus

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