heres a lil sumthin

[C-LO$]

i could of done better, but, oh well here you go


L.A., Tha Bay, & Humboldt West Coast
Makin money all day we don't stop
Hitttin the switches to make the damn front end hop/

I won't never ever trust no stank ass bitches
And I leave my enemies with about 15 to 20 stiches
This is the way it goes
comin' from the 530
I be up in yo moms later, then up in yo hoe/

Don't piss me off
Hittin switches on your playa hatin bitches
Fallin to the ground, roll my thugz in to yo town,
Rollin on D's while we rollin another dub
Come and get wild with these Humboldt County Thugs/

I may talk about switchez alot, its just my thang I love to
pull up to tha curb and just Watch em' Swang, Watch em' swang,
dont bust my bubbles, i be up at you in a struggle, pullin
a cut throat, make you butt fuck a billy goat, you joke like Spider Loc!/

Dont make me pop out my .45 Chromes, drive by yo ass blast yo homies
in they stupid ass domes, When I'm aimin', a sharp 9mm projectile
, comin' off all MC's, X-File
Mingle with the mangler, mic cord strangler, yo bitch give head so good
I might just "Strangle her" LOL/

When I spaz I spaz, we in the days where it's dirty con cash
Leave artists with no vocal chords, like a giraffe
Hydro bags, mixed with some Humboldt hash,
With a mind like Ramadan, I think so fast
I burn through studio booths, Drum Machines and fiber glass,
Slap a chick on the ass and make her pay for the tabs
Get the keys, roll the weed before we hopped in the Six Fo'
thinkin' if i Should wrap the bitch round a Telephone pole/

some hobbies of mine, makin beats and fukkin bitches,
all these now day wanna bes actin' Snitches/

da Glock, my favorite blast, da Mac. 10, my favorite gun, step up
to them haterz my nigg they always run, so Superb, I'm a muthafuckin' risk to rap
Step in the game like, "this is rap?"
I thought this shit was this and that
This game ain't jack, I hope to go plat
This verse right here, you better watch how you act, I'ma wreck this shit,
As for the album, I'mma perfect this shit
In a class by myself, I ain't next to shit
Had to get out of the woods, them projects ain' it, I need
a '64, man a benz ain't shit
And my one chain truck jewelry, ya'll necks ain't split
We could, spit it for mills or spit it for deals
When it's over my nigg, we gon' see who spit it for real-------->

[J$crILLa]

str8 lil flow man