Cobra Status lyrics

[Verse One]
My drug/rap competitors, they come in flocks
I can't sleep cause when I do I think the game gon' stop
So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three
I hit your window with a nickel, "What's up baby, it's me"
Where I'm from we hate cops like we were bred to do it
Believe in Nike signs and gettin' high, so b*tch just do it
Right or wrong, wrong or right, we'll disobey
Smokin' weed, plottin' greed, listenin' to Sade
Man I hustle all day, eatin' cat fish and snapper
Battle everything from gat clappers to rappers
Try'na have paper from the bottom to the tip
Two words I can't resist; Motherf*cker or b*tch
I lost a few nickels but I never drop dimes
Huh, Pisces is the rap sign
Cobra Status!
Swimmin' like the man from Atlantis
A ho like Whodini, but like Houdini I will vanish
Baby was nineteen with a big ol' ass
sh*t, damn near gave a n*gga whiplash
Don't ask me for money because I'm not gonna share it
Smokin' weed for Bob Marley because he bucked down the sheriff
You best hope this wax don't cut you
Hope one time don't bust you
This style will finger f*ck you
And patna I just can't trust you
Cobra Status!
[Verse Two]
Recognize game when it's on yo' mind
You and that b*tch playin' Andre rhymes
Looping situation like an SP-12
Go to hell, I made bail, n*gga fresh outta jail
With the look of the replicant, sh*t gets deep
Already blunted up, and man I'm bumpin' the beat
Real pimp sh*t all in your bra
Thought it was me, but it's my little cousin Bobby Shaw
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n*gga I'm the lost pimp of Gladis
Colder than a forty hard to shake like a habit
n*gga I'm a hawk, you a forest bunny rabbit
My crew stay true but we can also get savage
Cobra Status!

[Verse Three]
b*tch don't call me unless the party is packed
And gangsta sh*t is bumpin' on every track
n*gga them dice ain't got no love
Shakin' like a n*gga scared behind his gun
Cause see, I tick like time and man I time like tick
Man n*ggas don't forgive and we sure don't forget
It's the receiva, the six feet and ova, female ice creama
Rollin' cheeba in a beama
With a poetic passion, in a functional fashion
A full tank of gas, and man I'm mashin'
Speed like a Z-28 tinted crow
Look if you want, your reflection will show
Cobra Status!