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Lyrics for Desperado Outlaws by C Bo:



Artist:C Bo
Taken from the album Til My Casket Drops by C Bo
Album:Til My Casket Drops
Track:Desperado Outlaws
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
Views:395
 
Lyrics:Ballin in a 600SL
drop top with the fat V12
Money hella long smoke blunts not a
bong
Niggas can't fuck cos I crunch em like Kong
I be deadly as The Predator

My .50 calibre Desert Eagle'll spread ya and behead ya
Pistol wieghs a tonne bullets come
like a guillotine
Poisonous tips hit and explode thru the war scene
Like morphine
and heroin I'm the shit
Every dope fiend needs a hit
Gangs need to stick at this
gangsta shit
to take that monkey off their back and have em gettin licks
I'm the
neighbourhood's drama, dead man's trauma like O-Dogg
and Kane, I'm loc to the brain, got the
afro
padded, fully automatic decrease the statics
Two fingers spreaded, hittin em up
and let em have it
Chorus:
Desperado outlaws thru the dirt
Sendin BG's
blastin, puttin men to work
Trapped in America to die in these bloody streets
Goin
head up, with suckers all psyched up in heat
*repeat*
Murder, murder, kill, kill

California's the state where most caps get peeled
back, catcha, pigs on a stretcher

Three strike law got us livin under pressure
Know he wanna take mine, hand on his
waistline
Side of his spine I get to dumpin with the Tek 9
Got his back smokin,
crack that ass open
Bullet holes the size of a token
Got his ass chokin on piss and
blood
Crooked ass piggies don't get no love, uhh
Life or death, a .4-5 Smith & Wess

I had that nappy-headed ass stretched
If you try to dack me in my neighbourhood, I'm
dumpin
And ya best ta run cos my BGz is comin
Clips full of teflons, loc'd out and
crazy
and they won't stop til you're pushin up daisies, uhh
Chorus
Body
snatcher, caught up in a rapture
Black heads explode ya flesh when they capture
You
don't wanna see me in my beanie wit my locs on
Ol' school mouth wit no *?style?* gettin my
smoke on
.4-5 stormin, rainin and pourin
Mobbin down floorin, psycho like Norman

Bates, no trace, no murder case
Innocent like OJ
House niggas get scoped by
the revolution shooters
Fuck *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper
Cos he wanna
send all niggas to the pen
Thinkin that they fucked but Gz don't bend
Never been a
snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick
and fuck John Green, for bein prejudiced

Never liked rap, and did a nigga from a scrap
Yea me to the max, but I'm back, piggies

Chorus
 
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