Deadly Game (Explicit)

Deadly Game (Explicit) - C-Bo

You know I never was no choir boy

Ya folks got a gang of priors

Maybe that's why

The one-time's be triflin

Tryin to give a young ni**a

Thirty-five to life

When I ain't even

Done nothin wrong off-icer

I have no in-fo to offer-ya

He asked my name

So I came off the brain

Told him "I'm John Doe

And this is my hoe Jane"

He said "Smart mouth ni**a

Don't make me do ya"

Put my thumbprint in his high

Tech computer

My name came back

With a warrant felo-nies

Now they got me down-town

Spread my anus

Buttock I'm like

"What the F**K is it now"

He said "You robbed a liquor store

We know where when and how"

It's foul they got a ni**a to'

Up from the flo' up

My mom in the courtroom lookin

Like she bout to throw up

It's a strong armed robbery

Strapped in the commision

At my pre-trial conference

D A had a proposition

He said if I lose at trial

I'd get the

With the L on top

But take the deal he'd give me five

With havin most of the charges dropped

Hopped on the deal quicker than blast

And said"I admit that

But two and a half ain't bad

I got getback"

They sentenced me to five

Two I gotta bring

It's only strike one swing

Batta batta swing

It's one-eight-seven on the D A

Cause they

Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker

No leeway

Yes yes y'all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom

Motherf**k em all

You better swing batta batta swing

Cause once you get your third felony

Your fifty years you gotta bring

It's a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

1 - shoot em in the face y'all

Fresh out the pen unrehabili-tated

Doin hella good and my P O hates it

Hates Dick she's a dyke lesbian b**ch

Can't wait to violate for me for

Some petty a** sh*t

I gotta get a job

So I'm fillin out applications

Fightin the temptation

To slang nightshift uhh

Minimum wage don't get it

Five bucks a hour

Don't cut it man I ain't widdit

So f**k it I went and struck it rich

On the d**e sack

My homie gave me two

And told me to bring a fo' back

Now it's time for me

To start havin thangs

I flips me a Coupe and painted it

Candy-apple green

It gleams clear coat

Sprayed on thickly

Fools out to get me cause

My sh*t is lookin sticky

I'm at the club and

I can feel them suckers scopin

I'm knowin they plottin on me

But I'm still hopin

That they won't fry me

Unless they wanna die

They will be drippin more blood

Than Mrs Simpson was

Sho' nuff ain't no bluff

Here them suckers come

Got me reachin up under the panel to

Handle the forty-four caliber gun uhh

Spun his a** around with

One of the fat Magnum rounds

Got him on the ground makin funny sounds

Ohh

I got a problem witnesses ten

Positive identifa-cation

It's one-eight-seven on the D A

Cause they

Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker

No leeway

Yes yes y'all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom

Motherf**k em all

You better swing batta batta swing

Cause once you get your third felony

Your fifty years you gotta bring

It's a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

Shoot em in the face y'all

Cellmates with X-Raided

Now I'm on parole

Five years later

The Bo loc is ready to have me a ball

F**k my P O I'm goin AWOL

And you all can suck this dick

I'm sick

And tired of goin through

All this b**ch-made sh*t

I got two strikes right now

As we speak and peep

I'm not bout to let you

Motherf**kers do me

I'm petty with a prior

Will buy your fate

With Wilson in the office

You gets no date

So I'm putting all my belongings

On Greyhound bus 22

Bound to another state

Me and my crew

Unpacked my sh*t stacked my grip

California and Pete Wilson

Can suck my dick

And if you didn't already know

That you couldn't

Trust his a**

Just look how he did Polly Klass

Used her death

And her family's name

So he can yank more votes

And political fame

It's a shame

That I'm the one they say

Is a monster

Juvenile delinquent

Steppin out of sync with

But F**K THAT

I ain't goin out like a punk

That ain't my style

Rip him from his asscrack

To hit nutsacks now

They wanna kill a ni**a

Like me I blast one blast two

That's strike three

It's one-eight-seven on the D A

Cause they

Ain't tryin to give a young motherf**ker

No leeway

Yes yes y'all

One-eight-seven on the whole courtroom

Motherf**k em all

You better swing batta batta swing

Cause once you get your third felony

Your fifty years you gotta bring

It's a deadly game of baseball

So when they try to pull you over

Shoot em in the face y'all