c-bo bars

birds in the kitchen - c-bo

I stepped out the house about noon
On a hot sunny day, the sixteenth of June
Backed out my driveway, about to get in traffic
Glanced at my pad and thought back when I didn't have shit
So I’m giving thanks to my N-G Big Ikey
And I grab my nuts on them fools that don’t like me
Check my bank stacks, now back to reality
See I’m on white and gold Daytons, not Rally's, not killa cali
I’m where the houses be hanging on the cliffs
Overlooking the ocean, three wheel motion
Coasting down 23rd, smoking herb, kinda perked
Off some gin and juice, shook up with some thunderbird
Hi, you know the C-O-W-B-O-Y
Can’t kick it, I hits wicked for a meal ticket
I breaks them off like it’s a mill, watch college football
Cracking helmets running Charles White y’all
Know the deal, feel me
And if you don’t after this, you can kill me
I’m on a mission to make the world say "he’s the best"
I’m on the pound like major best, dropping styles like human best
I had my foot in the door for only two years
And I’m kicking up more dust than the Zulu tribe with spears
So bring up the rear and run ’em out the front
And when they come out, high like the blunt