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Artist: E-40 f/ B-Legit
Album:  Federal
Song:   Outsmart the Po-Po's
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It's 9 AM (fuck)time for a poisima, 
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump
The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside (sniff)
I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide 
I gotta go, flush the cumode, k , 
threw on the same damn clothes I woreyesterday
Me got some niggaz come down from outta town see
They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree
But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin'
15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed, 
17-5 for the coochierack
Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta
The broad that be holdin' my D she love me, 
long as I keep dickin her down properly
Sittin low in my cut not like a failure, 
in front of baby's house
straight talkin on a cellular
Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake, 
with the gypsyness before it's too late
Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket
Gotta play your cards right, game tight, 
can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right

       Chorus - 
	   Outsmart the Po Po, 
	   known to the marks as the don't knows, 
	   you gotta 

I wear street clothes 
pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee 
and I don't drive a dope wagon
Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin, 
can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin' (yeah)
I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah,
It's better to be got with then without, 
Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard  that I was tweakin' out
Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah)
Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender
Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes,
tryin' to put a stop on my revenues
The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) 
Crooked ass cops will make you vital
But you know that I know the Po Po 
would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black  

That's why you gotta-


It's Saturday night and to the night club
I got the Tanqueray, juice, and the Green Bud
Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll, 
a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll
I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) 
And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right)
Roll me a splift and put the ounce in the back (then what) 
I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe)
Po Po jacked but can't fuck with me (what you got?)
an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?)
Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast