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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C-Bo
C-Bo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shawn Thomas
Shawn Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Mosley
Mike Mosley
Producer

Lyrics

"Get down, get down" My AK is puttin in much work Poppin the clip a little voice in my head said "Murder" Stuck the tip out the window and fucked em all Took they ass to the ho like basketball Hit the club got drunk but they better start gettin off OGs kept they fuckers from my sawed off I know they meant but I gives a fuck What goes around comes around, they should have ducked We open fire on the whole motherfuckin crowd Jumped out started beatin motherfuckers down Then I'm sideways comin off the speed bump I'm standin up in the drop with the ride pump My name is Cowboy C-Bo fo' sho' When niggas hear Cowboy they hit the flo' Cause they know I'm a god damn psycho And I always bust caps at the night yo Young punks want funk but they don't Shoot once, if they gas, and then they gone Little ho tried to pick Bo like an afro Didn't know I just gotta press triple O I'm a mobster, killin make my dick hard You wanna lay you better have a bullet proof card Cause the shit that we packin ain't? gun So when we kick listen up hoes better run I don't like shootin hoes, I like to fuck You don't rub you car windows gettin fucked up Roll them seven-deuce coplers can't touch this Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck this Wound my windows down still smoke tinted Shotgun mad glocks all up in it And we all pack heat, cause we all family So watch your back motherfucker understand me So if you rollin through this state fair Hope you got the gat in the trunk, cause we gon' start funk We hit the out of town clubs, like nuts We in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut I watched niggas get jealous when they hoes jock That's when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk Cause I'm the motherfuckin bomb And gold nosed hoes, like to get fucked on triple gold That's why I keep a sheet in my back seat And sheeps gettin on my dick so she go leap And I hear the virgin hoes be scared to meet me Cause I dig the pussy hoes out so deeply Straight mob, straight the fuckin club up And make the jackers put they gloves up And one times can't fuck with me Cause they 305s can't fuck with the 350 Every corner I hit I'm gettin side ways Have em lost by the time I hit the high way C-Bo the bald head nut Fish tell them in the cut House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out And bust caps at the end, without a doubt I grab the mic and start kickin the gates and shit Hoes know C-Bo make niggas click I start talkin bout glocks, and mack 10s And how I pulled my jack from the kingpin And the niggas know better to fuck with me The head hunter of the M-O-Double B I ain't the richest but they say I'm the loc'est And the one who keeps the mouth in the showbiz And at the concerts I'm keepin the crowd hype Cause I kick the kind of shit that everybody like I take a mobster beat, do a mobster rhyme Have mobsters kickin up dust all the time From the window baby showin me much love Let me squeeze the sharmin everytime I get a hug Only time they get to rub on the bald head Is if her legs is on my shoulder and we in the bed And ya know the hoes don't let me hit em sideways For the fact that's how I came off the highway C-Bo the bald head nut Fish tell it in the cut
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