Outsmart The Po-po's

Outsmart the Po-Po's (yawn)(burp) It's 9 AM (fuck)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 Chargin15-5 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