E-40 Outsmart The Po-po`s Lyrics

Outsmart The Po-po`s Lyrics

(yawn)(burp)
It`s 9 AM (f**k)time for a poisima, 
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
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 cumode, k , 
threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday
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 Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed, 
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
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
Penitentury 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
       Chorus - 
    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
Huh, Got a grip and I don`t be braggin, 
can`t be laggin`, gotta keep stackin` (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
It`s better to be got with then without, 
Jealous muthaf**kas 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 muthaf**kas on gold shoes,
tryin` to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) 
Crooked as* 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-
 Chorus
(B-Legit)
It`s Saturday night and to the night club
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin` fifty ya`ll, 
a brand new thang lookin nifty ya`ll
I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) 
And the muthaf**kin 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 f**k with me (what you got?)
an open juice bottle and a little ol` doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my as* for a nigga like Legitament to blast
 Chorus