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C Bo 4 6

chicken And I ain't shit without my niggas and my bitches Y'all can't see me, 3-D on T.V. We the T-H-U-G-L-O-R-D's [x2] [C-Bo] Y'all niggas that don'

ride. Don' push me, I'm too close to the edge Might take one to the head. [chorus x2] [Verse 6: C-Bo] It's the season of the sickness, marks on my

Mensch der um 6 vor seinem Wecker hockt, der Traum hat mich da weggelockt, doch ich komm jeden tag zuruck und ziehe in den Krieg D-B-O Elektroschock 4

Syrup in the cup man hol' up, Cadillac truck sitting on buck Gotta put it up for the summer time, pull out the drop top if you wanna shine Where the 6-4

, holdin' two Glocks And C-Bo's Greatest Hits pumpin' from your boombox "Let's go...bump it, I know you hear me comin'" [Verse 6: Celph Titled] It's

got them Pay Style Flows Maniac got them Pay Style Flows My cousin Ace got them Pay Style Flows C-Bo got them Pay Style Flows The 9-1-6 got them Pay Style

go, out on the 'ave to shoot some C-LO! So I can double my shit 'Cause hell, I'm known for rollin' 4-5-6 I just might lay the whole game down Niggas

j'vous en prie La c'est pas un accident ton Flow a l'sida ca pousse des Cris strident Monsieur Rohff c'est comme Baise l'occident C'est toujours a l'heure

in this liveness radio waves Slaves thrive inside of this Wake Up Show flow, hip-hop's a long clock, the bomb spot Mellow with ganja, that makes my eyes turn yellow C