Desparado Outlaws Lyrics
| Song | Desparado Outlaws |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Til My Casket Drops |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : C BO | |
| Ballin in a 600SL | |
| Drop top with the fat V12 | |
| Money hella-long, smoke blunts not a bong | |
| Niggas can't **** 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 | |
| **** *?Glyn Craig?* then we gunnin down Cooper | |
| Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen | |
| Thinkin that they ****ed but Gz don't bend | |
| Never been a snitch, *?Mark Keane?* can suck a dick | |
| And **** 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] |
| zuo ci : C BO | |
| Ballin in a 600SL | |
| Drop top with the fat V12 | |
| Money hellalong, smoke blunts not a bong | |
| Niggas can' t 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 ODogg | |
| 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 . 45 Smith Wess | |
| I had that nappyheaded 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 | |
| . 45 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 | |
| ? Glyn Craig? then we gunnin down Cooper | |
| Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen | |
| Thinkin that they ed but Gz don' t bend | |
| Never been a snitch, ? Mark Keane? can suck a dick | |
| And 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 |
| zuò cí : C BO | |
| Ballin in a 600SL | |
| Drop top with the fat V12 | |
| Money hellalong, smoke blunts not a bong | |
| Niggas can' t 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 ODogg | |
| 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 . 45 Smith Wess | |
| I had that nappyheaded 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 | |
| . 45 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 | |
| ? Glyn Craig? then we gunnin down Cooper | |
| Cos he wanna send all niggas to the pen | |
| Thinkin that they ed but Gz don' t bend | |
| Never been a snitch, ? Mark Keane? can suck a dick | |
| And 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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