C-Bo – Deadly Game Lyrics  Produced By: One Drop Scott Caution:
You are now annotating this song as  * author's note: this is
the song that got C-Bo locked up for parole violation  You know
I never was no choir boy Ya folks got a, gang of priors Maybe
that's why the one-time's be triflin Tryin to give a young nigga
thirty-five to life When I ain't even done nothin wrong, off-
icer I have no in-fo to offer-ya He asked my name, so I came off
the brain Told him, "I'm John Doe and this is my ho Jane"  He
said, "Smart mouth nigga, don't make me do ya" Put my thumbprint
in his high tech computer My name came back with a warrant,
felo-nies Now they got me down-town, spread my anus  Buttock,
I'm like, "What the FUCK is it now?" He said, "You robbed a
liquor store; we know where, when and how" It's foul, they got a
nigga to' up from the, flo' up My mom, in the courtroom lookin
like she bout to throw up It's a strong armed robbery, strapped
in the commision  At my pre-trial conference, D.A. had a
proposition He said if