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C-Bo - "Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini"
Lyrics to Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini : (feat. Spice 1) [Verse 1: C-BO] We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs, more ruby an flame pack, than metro rap, got keys on knees wit gs out of state, flippin more yay than IHOP flip pancakes, Im a boss balla now, shot calla now roses Bentleys nigga fuck the Apollos now, an these bitches be comin by the dozens, true ballaz never love em, fuckin aunties an cousins, got a have a ''' humble, sticky green gumbo layin by the pool, hella full off gumbo, rollin wit these gs, get R.I.P. by dozen ''' to mini gages, to AR-15s, see I dont trust a soul on patrole when I roll 4-4 I hold cuz I gotta shake parole, you can stroll wit me, rock an roll wit me but when the one times dip, caulk, unload wit me, cuz Im a killa, nappy head nigga, from out the valley, best strapped down, in Sac-Town, capitol of Killa Kali, fool I comes heated, when needed, niggaz retreat, when I blast pair of ''' an a mini 14 when I smash. [Chorus] None of yall niggaz cant fade this, west coast niggaz is the craziest, we got that MOB mentality, C-BO an S-P-I-C-E, None of yall niggaz cant fade this, west coast niggaz is the craziest, we got that MOB mentality, Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini. [Verse 2: Spice 1] (Straight Gs) Pullin our straps on niggaz who thinkin they bodies is made outta teflan, wit a 5-0 caliber in my right hand, an a G-LOCK in my left palm, Black Bossalini, cant see me, wit a Lexy up on my wrist, imagine this, a ballin ass nigga addicted to killin shit, ''' cross soldier mutha fuckaz so nigga dont fuck wit me, I seen niggaz that I done murdered up in my dreams, when I be asleep, strapped an I thank God, nigga chasin me callin me punk ass nigga, wakin up wit the finga on trigga spittin hollow tip slugs that goes to figga, wanna put down, my Cristal, drink Cristal an shit, but niggaz Uzi think he tellin me Im gonna die if I sit, so I MOB wit the old skool, wit a shot of chromes out my window, could it be the S-P-I-C-E wit a fifth of hin, yay an indo, Black Bossalini. [Chorus] [Verse 3: C-BO] We puts it down like gs, swingin vipers an vests, from Benz to Beamers an Lamborginis all on the set, an keep it crackin from LA all the way back down to the Bay, Im from the, valley, northern of Killa Kali, where gs lay, gots to keep yo head up, you slip they drop, they leave you wet up, blasted magnum taggin the fool of the big block we hit him up, eyes do or die, let em drip til they dry two killaz eye to eye, never duck when bullets fly, keep it crackulatin, like Pearl Harbor when we spit, gs bump this shit, from ''' moves to the rip set, trippin get split, wit a magnum, steady blastin now I done seen murder eye to eye but my kids hope that Im steadily fastenin, aint no love for you thats down at the end of my barrel, when I multiply my cash, ridin in my 4 barrel Camaro, I catch ya slippin, Im slappin my clip in, Im puttin it down, you been hit from slippin an caulkin yo grip in my town. [Chorus until end] [ Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini Lyrics ]
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