Til` My Casket Drops

[C-Bo]<br>It`s all about that, scrilla scratch, flossin a bad batch and pushin<br>somethin luxury when it ship the sector snack my semen<br>Drank the diamonds, geechie dub shinin<br>Ninety-seven sport drop Benz, gettin mine<br>You can hate and catch the tip of the blade of my sawed A-K<br>It`s West coast mafia for the Midwest to the Bay<br>But I`m from the Valley of Cali we specialize in cap peelers<br>Straight thug niggaz, quick to draw like Matt Dillon<br>Outlaws, strap in drawers, ready for war -- push up<br>on the side of your Ford Explorer and start dumpin through the doors<br>We realers; with so much scrilla can you hang with G`s?<br>Start uhh, who busy Jesus said<br><br>[E-40]<br>Fuck cowboy keys now I ain`t never been nobody`s sucker<br>Nor have I ever been any coastal fake<br>"He got too much too lose; he ain`t gonna bust in the ring!"<br>Out of state deputy license plates fix a ticket window tinted<br>I could shoot to kill -- dressed up like a old man in a Bonneville<br>Disguised, ready to chastise and dissapoint my prey<br>Surprise, the element, apply pressure<br>Get back at the motherfucker, snatch back at the motherfucker<br>Bust caps at the motherfucker... motherFUCKER!<br>One-Time up in the Valle-Jo<br>Follow me and Bo to Sacramento<br>Spend it on some ol high performance, Catastrophic<br>Get some stunts, turn some tight ones, blew a head gasket<br><br>Chorus: repeat 2X<br><br>It`s fo`-oh and C-Bo, quick to blast<br>Break niggaz like the Task, without the mask<br>Water, bring the noise like we on stage<br> Boom, break em down like a twelve-gauge<br><br>[C-Bo]<br>Back at cha I rose, Chuck Taylors and double-oh`s<br>Young thugs, ready to protect with fo`-fo`s<br>On a mission mashin, nonstop til we cashed in<br>All out assassins known for down and dirty and blastin<br>on sight smashin, anything no question asked<br>Runnin up with no mask and dumpin caps in that ass<br>This one life we live, is to be lived without sin<br>But I`ll be damned if I die without a damn thing to give<br><br>[E-40]<br>Don`t make us have to be the one to grab the gun<br>And get to dumpin on your crew! That`s what we do, check it<br>Drop it like it`s hot assume the position on the flo` butt naked<br>Give me erything you got<br>or you gonna end up comin up missin and I won`t regret it<br>Still Water run deep (how deep?)<br>Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh<br>Pay the price to have a sucker put on ice<br>Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[E-40]<br>But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E?<br>I`d be up in that motherfucker watchin my latest video brought to you by<br>Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin<br>Rap Show the Bay Area`s own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C.<br>(BEYOTCH!) Love letters to my wife, ba-bee I miss you<br>This mornin I learned how to make a pair of dice out of some toilet tissue<br>Fan mail from my fans, get up out of jail<br>Waitin for my court ap-pail<br><br>[C-Bo]<br>Nigga pass the strap and let me blast<br>I`m quick to get off in that ass<br>It`s Forty Water and the Loco Bitch so kiss dick and kick cask`<br>from Sacramento down to Vallejo, on a mission about that mail<br>We specialize in collectin pays<br>if you come short, we dumpin facials I holds down the fort<br>with two Magnums culture go toe to toe<br>with any one of you bitch ass niggaz<br>that think you can fuck with me and fo`-oh<br>It`s old school trick, new school fools they catch clips<br>Forever money over bitch, we`ll never caught snick considered licked<br><br>[E-40]<br>Hell yeah, ay<br>See that`s what I`m sayin that shit is realer than a new fifty dollar bill