| Song | Bald Head Nut |
| Artist | C-BO |
| Album | Gas Chamber |
| 作词 : C BO | |
| "Get down, get down" | |
| My AK is puttin in much work | |
| Poppin the clip a little voice in my head said "Murder" | |
| Stuck the tip out the window and fucked em all | |
| Took they ass to the ho like basketball | |
| Hit the club got drunk but they better start gettin off | |
| OGs kept they fuckers from my sawed off | |
| I know they meant but I gives a fuck | |
| What goes around comes around, they should have ducked | |
| We open fire on the whole motherfuckin crowd | |
| Jumped out started beatin motherfuckers down | |
| Then I'm sideways comin off the speed bump | |
| I'm standin up in the drop with the ride pump | |
| My name is Cowboy C-Bo fo' sho' | |
| When niggas hear Cowboy they hit the flo' | |
| Cause they know I'm a god damn psycho | |
| And I always bust caps at the night yo | |
| Young punks want funk but they don't | |
| Shoot once, if they gas, and then they gone | |
| Little ho tried to pick Bo like an afro | |
| Didn't know I just gotta press triple O | |
| I'm a mobster, killin make my dick hard | |
| You wanna lay you better have a bullet proof card | |
| Cause the shit that we packin ain't ? gun | |
| So when we kick listen up hoes better run | |
| I don't like shootin hoes, I like to fuck | |
| You don't rub you car windows gettin fucked up | |
| Roll them seven-deuce coplers can't touch this | |
| Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck this | |
| Wound my windows down still smoke tinted | |
| Shotgun mad glocks all up in it | |
| And we all pack heat, cause we all family | |
| So watch your back motherfucker understand me | |
| So if you rollin through this state fair | |
| Hope you got the gat in the trunk, cause we gon' start funk | |
| We hit the out of town clubs, like nuts | |
| We in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut | |
| I watched niggas get jealous when they hoes jock | |
| That's when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk | |
| Cause I'm the motherfuckin bomb | |
| And gold nosed hoes, like to get fucked on triple gold | |
| That's why I keep a sheet in my back seat | |
| And sheeps gettin on my dick so she go leap | |
| And I hear the virgin hoes be scared to meet me | |
| Cause I dig the pussy hoes out so deeply | |
| Straight mob, straight the fuckin club up | |
| And make the jackers put they gloves up | |
| And one times can't fuck with me | |
| Cause they 305s can't fuck with the 350 | |
| Every corner I hit I'm gettin side ways | |
| Have em lost by the time I hit the high way | |
| C-Bo the bald head nut | |
| Fish tell them in the cut | |
| House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out | |
| And bust caps at the end, without a doubt | |
| I grab the mic and start kickin the gates and shit | |
| Hoes know C-Bo make niggas click | |
| I start talkin bout glocks, and mack 10s | |
| And how I pulled my jack from the kingpin | |
| And the niggas know better to fuck with me | |
| The head hunter of the M-O-Double B | |
| I ain't the richest but they say I'm the loc'est | |
| And the one who keeps the mouth in the showbiz | |
| And at the concerts I'm keepin the crowd hype | |
| Cause I kick the kind of shit that everybody like | |
| I take a mobster beat, do a mobster rhyme | |
| Have mobsters kickin up dust all the time | |
| From the window baby showin me much love | |
| Let me squeeze the sharmin everytime I get a hug | |
| Only time they get to rub on the bald head | |
| Is if her legs is on my shoulder and we in the bed | |
| And ya know the hoes don't let me hit em sideways | |
| For the fact that's how I came off the highway | |
| C-Bo the bald head nut | |
| Fish tell it in the cut |
| zuò cí : C BO | |
| " Get down, get down" | |
| My AK is puttin in much work | |
| Poppin the clip a little voice in my head said " Murder" | |
| Stuck the tip out the window and fucked em all | |
| Took they ass to the ho like basketball | |
| Hit the club got drunk but they better start gettin off | |
| OGs kept they fuckers from my sawed off | |
| I know they meant but I gives a fuck | |
| What goes around comes around, they should have ducked | |
| We open fire on the whole motherfuckin crowd | |
| Jumped out started beatin motherfuckers down | |
| Then I' m sideways comin off the speed bump | |
| I' m standin up in the drop with the ride pump | |
| My name is Cowboy CBo fo' sho' | |
| When niggas hear Cowboy they hit the flo' | |
| Cause they know I' m a god damn psycho | |
| And I always bust caps at the night yo | |
| Young punks want funk but they don' t | |
| Shoot once, if they gas, and then they gone | |
| Little ho tried to pick Bo like an afro | |
| Didn' t know I just gotta press triple O | |
| I' m a mobster, killin make my dick hard | |
| You wanna lay you better have a bullet proof card | |
| Cause the shit that we packin ain' t nbsp? gun | |
| So when we kick listen up hoes better run | |
| I don' t like shootin hoes, I like to fuck | |
| You don' t rub you car windows gettin fucked up | |
| Roll them sevendeuce coplers can' t touch this | |
| Vogue smoke like dope when I say fuck this | |
| Wound my windows down still smoke tinted | |
| Shotgun mad glocks all up in it | |
| And we all pack heat, cause we all family | |
| So watch your back motherfucker understand me | |
| So if you rollin through this state fair | |
| Hope you got the gat in the trunk, cause we gon' start funk | |
| We hit the out of town clubs, like nuts | |
| We in the drive by, fo' schools in the cut | |
| I watched niggas get jealous when they hoes jock | |
| That' s when I go and take the finest ho and take a walk | |
| Cause I' m the motherfuckin bomb | |
| And gold nosed hoes, like to get fucked on triple gold | |
| That' s why I keep a sheet in my back seat | |
| And sheeps gettin on my dick so she go leap | |
| And I hear the virgin hoes be scared to meet me | |
| Cause I dig the pussy hoes out so deeply | |
| Straight mob, straight the fuckin club up | |
| And make the jackers put they gloves up | |
| And one times can' t fuck with me | |
| Cause they 305s can' t fuck with the 350 | |
| Every corner I hit I' m gettin side ways | |
| Have em lost by the time I hit the high way | |
| CBo the bald head nut | |
| Fish tell them in the cut | |
| House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out | |
| And bust caps at the end, without a doubt | |
| I grab the mic and start kickin the gates and shit | |
| Hoes know CBo make niggas click | |
| I start talkin bout glocks, and mack 10s | |
| And how I pulled my jack from the kingpin | |
| And the niggas know better to fuck with me | |
| The head hunter of the MODouble B | |
| I ain' t the richest but they say I' m the loc' est | |
| And the one who keeps the mouth in the showbiz | |
| And at the concerts I' m keepin the crowd hype | |
| Cause I kick the kind of shit that everybody like | |
| I take a mobster beat, do a mobster rhyme | |
| Have mobsters kickin up dust all the time | |
| From the window baby showin me much love | |
| Let me squeeze the sharmin everytime I get a hug | |
| Only time they get to rub on the bald head | |
| Is if her legs is on my shoulder and we in the bed | |
| And ya know the hoes don' t let me hit em sideways | |
| For the fact that' s how I came off the highway | |
| CBo the bald head nut | |
| Fish tell it in the cut |