Lyrics
Can't drain my pack of Ziptac (What?)
I know the sky's the limit, but these walls full of envy hold me back
I done been done it
Shit, what you thought, C-Bo wasn't down?
It's just hella hard to get up
When they hold you to the ground
I spit the real and they can't take it
So they gave me a case
I got skills, but I can't make it
Being enemy of the state
I close my eyes and pray to God
I guess this was meant for me
Just like 'Pac against the world, but it's the world against me
They said they see me in my jewels
Flossin' the whips, tossin' your bitch
You slip, we hit, now toss in the clip
Boss of this shit
Pigs think I'm bubblin' cavi
Is it the Chrome World Air Maxes, or the dub on my navi?
Holla at me, shit, feds wanna see me in action
Heard they mad, 'cause what they make a year, I pay in taxes
I'ma ball like the Jacksons
And won't stop until my casket
I'll murder them bastards
Sacramento rap artist C-Bo faces criminal charges in the state of
Ohio. Local police seized two firearms and one pound of marijuana
Apprehended in '94 by U.S. Marshals in the state of Washington, C-
Bo was expedited back to California to face criminal charges for a
Fatal gang-related shooting that left one dead and several injured
They thought it was over, but it's just started
And some of the hardest artists in the world gon' bow down
'Til we death departed
Freedom of speech
Got me preachin' to every G on the street
We gotta eat, so fuck the PD three-strikin' me
Not likin' me
Wanna strike me like Rodney King
But I'm a home run hitter
So I swing, batter, batter, swing
Gotta scheme to get away
And I'ma scream, "Yes, yes, y'all"
As I put the beam to his fuckin' face
Now my new case is a murder
As I burst the seven-inch flame up out the HK
Hit the gas and get further
I'm a killer like Manson
Like that nigga from South Central
That hit the white boy in the head with a brick and started dancin'
Fuck parole and Pete Wilson
I'm swole fresh out the pen
Holdin' heat like Billy the Kid
And quick to split a nigga's wig
I'm the type of nigga to pop you after you lend me a cake
'Til I die worldwide, I'm enemy of the state
Rap star C-Bo, since his debut on 2Pac's "All Eyez on Me,"
Seemed to be drifting down the same road Shakur was with authority
C-Bo's album sales heat up after rapper's parole arrest
Thomas was sentenced to four years in Soledad Prison for
The illegal use of a firearm. He could be sent back to prison
For up to a year if the Board of Prison determines that
The lyrics from the album promoted a gang-related lifestyle
I bring it to 'em how they want it
There's only one way to do it
Bring it to 'em how they knew it
On they deathbed, pump out fluid
Put a slug in his cranium
Catch him close range and I'm flamin' him
I'm the West Coast Don Loc
Fresh out of prison, the smoke
Any nigga that set-trip
Better be stir crazy with a death wish
Better check my background
I crack crowns and never back down
You on some rough shit, tough shit
You get dust quick
See me in traffic
Grab your automatic and bust, bitch
You violated my freedom
Only payback is to eat 'em
Like Dahmer, but I bomb 'em with Teflons when I'm on 'em
Fuck parole, fuck prison
Fuck those don't wanna listen
I'm sick
Can't let you taste your own dick for Thanksgiving
I done killed and dumped bodies in ditches
And still keep a smile on my face
Hittin' switches with bad bitches
I'm a menace, motherfucker, you ain't heard?
Fuck it, enemy of the state's my last word
Hi, I'm John Norris with MTV News. This hour on music biz racism
And online hate speech. But first, albums have been stickered and
Banned, and in the past, Luther Campbell of 2 Live Crew was jailed
For a night because of an on-stage performance. But on Tuesday
For what we believe is the first time, a recording artist was
Jailed for the lyrics on his record. He is Sacramento-based rapper
C-Bo, given name Sean Thomas. According to the California State
Department of Corrections, the new C-Bo album Til My Casket Drops
Has lyrics which do just that, such as the ones you're about to hear
I know the sky's the limit, but these walls full of envy hold me back
I done been done it
Shit, what you thought, C-Bo wasn't down?
It's just hella hard to get up
When they hold you to the ground
I spit the real and they can't take it
So they gave me a case
I got skills, but I can't make it
Being enemy of the state
I close my eyes and pray to God
I guess this was meant for me
Just like 'Pac against the world, but it's the world against me
They said they see me in my jewels
Flossin' the whips, tossin' your bitch
You slip, we hit, now toss in the clip
Boss of this shit
Pigs think I'm bubblin' cavi
Is it the Chrome World Air Maxes, or the dub on my navi?
Holla at me, shit, feds wanna see me in action
Heard they mad, 'cause what they make a year, I pay in taxes
I'ma ball like the Jacksons
And won't stop until my casket
I'll murder them bastards
Sacramento rap artist C-Bo faces criminal charges in the state of
Ohio. Local police seized two firearms and one pound of marijuana
Apprehended in '94 by U.S. Marshals in the state of Washington, C-
Bo was expedited back to California to face criminal charges for a
Fatal gang-related shooting that left one dead and several injured
They thought it was over, but it's just started
And some of the hardest artists in the world gon' bow down
'Til we death departed
Freedom of speech
Got me preachin' to every G on the street
We gotta eat, so fuck the PD three-strikin' me
Not likin' me
Wanna strike me like Rodney King
But I'm a home run hitter
So I swing, batter, batter, swing
Gotta scheme to get away
And I'ma scream, "Yes, yes, y'all"
As I put the beam to his fuckin' face
Now my new case is a murder
As I burst the seven-inch flame up out the HK
Hit the gas and get further
I'm a killer like Manson
Like that nigga from South Central
That hit the white boy in the head with a brick and started dancin'
Fuck parole and Pete Wilson
I'm swole fresh out the pen
Holdin' heat like Billy the Kid
And quick to split a nigga's wig
I'm the type of nigga to pop you after you lend me a cake
'Til I die worldwide, I'm enemy of the state
Rap star C-Bo, since his debut on 2Pac's "All Eyez on Me,"
Seemed to be drifting down the same road Shakur was with authority
C-Bo's album sales heat up after rapper's parole arrest
Thomas was sentenced to four years in Soledad Prison for
The illegal use of a firearm. He could be sent back to prison
For up to a year if the Board of Prison determines that
The lyrics from the album promoted a gang-related lifestyle
I bring it to 'em how they want it
There's only one way to do it
Bring it to 'em how they knew it
On they deathbed, pump out fluid
Put a slug in his cranium
Catch him close range and I'm flamin' him
I'm the West Coast Don Loc
Fresh out of prison, the smoke
Any nigga that set-trip
Better be stir crazy with a death wish
Better check my background
I crack crowns and never back down
You on some rough shit, tough shit
You get dust quick
See me in traffic
Grab your automatic and bust, bitch
You violated my freedom
Only payback is to eat 'em
Like Dahmer, but I bomb 'em with Teflons when I'm on 'em
Fuck parole, fuck prison
Fuck those don't wanna listen
I'm sick
Can't let you taste your own dick for Thanksgiving
I done killed and dumped bodies in ditches
And still keep a smile on my face
Hittin' switches with bad bitches
I'm a menace, motherfucker, you ain't heard?
Fuck it, enemy of the state's my last word
Hi, I'm John Norris with MTV News. This hour on music biz racism
And online hate speech. But first, albums have been stickered and
Banned, and in the past, Luther Campbell of 2 Live Crew was jailed
For a night because of an on-stage performance. But on Tuesday
For what we believe is the first time, a recording artist was
Jailed for the lyrics on his record. He is Sacramento-based rapper
C-Bo, given name Sean Thomas. According to the California State
Department of Corrections, the new C-Bo album Til My Casket Drops
Has lyrics which do just that, such as the ones you're about to hear
