Jus So Ya No
Boss Hog & C.P.O. Lyrics
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Talk to them CPO
Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow
Occupation (looney motherfucker) set I claim (the Row)
So the first motherfucker that's caught up in the twist
Will be found in the depths of the Westbound
Take your place while we're here to lick raws
Sort of a jack episode if you will
I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still
See that be what the fuck a nigga mean
When I say you can't envision me (why?) 'Cause I can't be seen
Like Casper the Ghost, I creeps the most
'Cause I'm just so motherfuckin' sly, invisible to the eye
So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide
But there's really no escape from the nigga from this side
Which side? Westside
Layin' in the cut to gank your load
When we's in "Don't give a fuck" mode
See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get
So run motherfuckers 'fore you'se caught up in the sunsets
Bitch-made niggas best to keep that ass at home
'Cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
Cruise into late night creep, a nigga gets his stroll
For seekin' out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts
Off to the spizznot, with chronic and fat knots
And them hoodrat hoes drop drawers to expose cock
Now I'm spot, emotions of a G
Girl, you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga
That's finna get paid on they block, think I ain't?
'Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock, fool
Now on the move to much higher and bigger things
Must be in it to win it 'cause I does them nigga things
My nuts is where they wanna swing and dangle on but now they roam
And no romance between us, so gets the fuck on
Bitch-made, nothin' for his nose, and meaner for tricks
I gots love for nothin' but my niggas and grip
So now you know, and I be's off into the moonlight
Puffin' the I-N-do
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
Not sideways, enter the dwellin' of a fool
Ain't no nigga breathin' can fuck up my rule
I'm that same nigga police done sought
But no, a nigga never ever been caught, 'cause I'm just sneaky though
I'm oh-too-sneaky, for those who see me
I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely
Completely, a true blue G to my name
CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame
So if a nigga wanna breathe long, ha
Then the nigga best to ease on
That's how me and Nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga was
If they're steppin to me wrong, nigga gone
Bitch so late, you're gasping, it ain't shit
Kinda like that 'Llac bendin' corners, I ain't easy to hit
The O as in G they don't wanna see (right)
Peeps through the sight, them shrieks as me creeps the late night
Freeze up, raise up 'cause jackers on for your jizzle
If you sponge up your hair, motherfucker break yo' self
'Cause yo' foe is kinda sweet
I think I might have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee (that's right)
Be slippin' niggas up out of they shit like surgery
'Cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency
You know, so next time slang motherfuckin' thangs
Your shit'll be gone, fuck if you see me if I see you it's on
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
The song βJus So Ya Noβ by Boss Hog and CPO features lyrics that convey their gangsta lifestyle and attitudes towards those who cross them. The first verse establishes CPOβs credentials as a member of Death Row Records, claiming that anyone who challenges him will meet a violent end. He also presents himself as a mysterious, elusive figure who cannot be found, referencing Casper the Ghost to emphasize his invisibility. The chorus reinforces the fact that βreal niggas are hogs,β meaning that they are dominant and aggressive, and those who oppose them will suffer the consequences. The verses that follow continue in this vein, with references to cruising the night looking for women, enjoying drugs and weapons, and engaging in ambushes against anyone foolish enough to cross them.
Overall, the song is a celebration of gangsta culture, with lyrics that glorify violence, drugs, and promiscuity. It paints a picture of a world where loyalty to oneβs crew is everything, and anyone who fails to honor that code will face swift retribution. The repetitive chorus and pounding beat reinforce this message, creating a sense of aggressive energy that propels the song forward.
Line by Line Meaning
Permit me to kick some licks, a bodacious flow
Allow me to rap with skill and style
Occupation (looney motherfucker) set I claim (the Row)
I'm a member of Death Row Records and I'm a little crazy
So the first motherfucker that's caught up in the twist
The first person to cross us
Will be found in the depths of the Westbound
They'll end up in trouble with us
Take your place while we're here to lick raws
Stay out of our way when we're doing what we do
Drizzaws, full of caper for some paper to fold
We're always looking for ways to make money
Sort of a jack episode if you will
We might have to resort to stealing
I was a do-low nigga from birth, and I'm that do-low nigga still
I've always been a loner and I still am
See that be what the fuck a nigga mean
That's what I'm trying to say
When I say you can't envision me (why?) 'Cause I can't be seen
You can't understand me because I'm elusive
Like Casper the Ghost, I creeps the most
I move quietly like a ghost
'Cause I'm just so motherfuckin' sly, invisible to the eye
I'm so sneaky that people can't see me coming
So motherfuckers can duck and dodge and slide
People try to avoid me, but there's no escape
But there's really no escape from the nigga from this side
You can't get away from me and my crew from the west side
Layin' in the cut to gank your load
We'll wait and steal from you when you're not expecting it
When we's in "Don't give a fuck" mode
When we're feeling reckless and don't care about consequences
See if it's grip we want, it's grip we get
If we want money, we'll find a way to get it
So run motherfuckers 'fore you'se caught up in the sunsets
You better run before it's too late
Bitch-made niggas best to keep that ass at home
Weak people should stay out of trouble
'Cause that Boss Hog nigga's on the late night roam
I'm out here causing trouble at night
This is just so ya know, real niggas are hogs
We're gangsters and we take what we want
If a ass gets gone, when it's on, it's on (it's on)
If someone gets in our way, there will be consequences
If you're trickin' off your luck, you're dead as a duck
If you're not careful, you'll get caught up and in trouble
And don't you think we gives a fuck, 'cause you're wrong
We don't care about your excuses because you're in the wrong
Cruise into late night creep, a nigga gets his stroll
We're out here, walking around and looking for trouble
For seekin' out that bitch, to open the guts and bust on my nuts
Looking for a girl to hook up with
Off to the spizznot, with chronic and fat knots
Going to party with our weed and money
And them hoodrat hoes drop drawers to expose cock
Girls are willing to do anything for us
Now I'm spot, emotions of a G
I feel like a gangster who's in control
Girl, you know this Death Row, so you can not see a nigga
We're too powerful and you can't mess with us
That's finna get paid on they block, think I ain't?
I'm going to make money wherever I go
'Cause I've been known to bank and serve up Glock, fool
I'm experienced with making money and using guns
Now on the move to much higher and bigger things
We're always moving on to bigger and better things
Must be in it to win it 'cause I does them nigga things
I'm willing to take risks to get what I want
My nuts is where they wanna swing and dangle on but now they roam
I used to be focused on sex, but now I'm exploring other things
And no romance between us, so gets the fuck on
Don't get your hopes up, this is just about sex
Bitch-made, nothin' for his nose, and meaner for tricks
Weak people are losers and easy to manipulate
I gots love for nothin' but my niggas and grip
I only care about my friends and money
So now you know, and I be's off into the moonlight
Now you understand the truth and I'm leaving
Puffin' the I-N-do
Smoking weed
Not sideways, enter the dwellin' of a fool
I'm moving forward, not looking back
Ain't no nigga breathin' can fuck up my rule
Nobody can mess with my power
I'm that same nigga police done sought
I've been wanted by the police before
But no, a nigga never ever been caught, 'cause I'm just sneaky though
I've never been caught because I'm good at hiding
I'm oh-too-sneaky, for those who see me
I'm too good at being sneaky
I rolls discretely, does my lows discretely
I move around and do things in secret
Completely, a true blue G to my name
I'm a true gangster
CPO the shit, and Death Row's to blame
I'm a great rapper and my record label is responsible for me
So if a nigga wanna breathe long, ha
If you want to live a long time
Then the nigga best to ease on
Stay out of my way
That's how me and Nina does, we gives a fuck who nigga was
This is how I live and I don't care who you are
If they're steppin to me wrong, nigga gone
If someone crosses me, they'll regret it
Bitch so late, you're gasping, it ain't shit
It's too late for you and you're in trouble now
Kinda like that 'Llac bendin' corners, I ain't easy to hit
Like a car that's hard to catch, I'm hard to get hold of
The O as in G they don't wanna see (right)
Other people don't want to mess with me because I'm a gangster
Peeps through the sight, them shrieks as me creeps the late night
People are scared of me and my crew at night
Freeze up, raise up 'cause jackers on for your jizzle
Be alert because criminals are looking for you
If you sponge up your hair, motherfucker break yo' self
Protect yourself or you'll be in trouble
'Cause yo' foe is kinda sweet
Your enemy seems easy to defeat
I think I might have transfer them Dana's to my Grand Cherokee (that's right)
I think I might have stolen something and put it in my car
Be slippin' niggas up out of they shit like surgery
I'm stealing things from people as easily as a surgeon operating
'Cause a motherfucker gots to get stacked on track with urgency
I need to make money quickly
You know, so next time slang motherfuckin' thangs
If you're going to sell drugs
Your shit'll be gone, fuck if you see me if I see you it's on
Be careful because I'll steal from you and cause trouble if you mess with me
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Written by: Tony Green, Vince Edwards
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@scottchambers7087
I saw a G.
Dope describes my rhymes, making all you MCS cold drop like dimes. You know MCSC is back again, and battling me on the microphone is like committing a sin.
I've seen it all.
Scott/MCSC
Mac Gotti
@WillWootenArtStudio
RIP CPO Boss Hogg! The smoothest voice from the streets over these gangstafied beats!
@ME-kr7sm
Wow I had no idea, mofo rest in power, he will stay King of that style for many years to come. π₯π₯π₯·β¨
@tonytwist9105
the entire soundtrack is booming even after 20 years
@shannoningram1000
I swear!
@kwaseb
Was it supposed to expire or what? π
@Pecan504
Beat is π₯π₯π₯ with his flow . The 90's was the GOLDEN ERA OF RAP MUSIC PERIOD πΆπ. Real shit π―
@quincypowell4547
It's still the 90s!!! Lol
@AndreiBerezin
RIP Boss Hogg, thanks for the voice and the vibes.
@B15SDMDESIGNS
Still my all time favourite soundtrack after all these years. So many memories
@stephencoan79
"Like Casper the ghost I creeps the most"