Major Pain & Mr. Bossalini
C-Bo Lyrics

We got the warehouse packed from Lamborginis to Lacs
The warehouse is stocked with both high-end Lamborghinis and more common Lacs

More ruby an flame pack than metro rap
The warehouse has more valuable and rare goods than most people have seen

Got keys on knees wit g’s out of state
There are large quantities of drugs being traded through illegal channels, with key players involved

Flippin more yay than IHOP flip pancakes
There is a lot of drug trafficking occurring, as prevalent as pancakes being flipped at IHOP

I’m a boss balla now shot calla now
The artist has elevated to being a boss and a shot caller, having significant influence in their line of work

Rose’s Bentley’s nigga fuck the Apollos now
The singer has upgraded from Apollo brand cars to more luxurious ones like Rose’s and Bentley’s

An these bitches be comin by the dozens
Many women come around consistently, but the singer has no emotional connection to any of them

True ballaz never love ‘em fuckin aunties an cousins
True gangsters don't get involved with family members of their associates

Got a have a ??? humble, sticky green gumbo
It's good to remain humble and have a large amount of money and marijuana available

Layin by the pool, hella full off gumbo,
The artist is relaxing by the pool, feeling great after using a lot of marijuana

Rollin wit these g’s, get R.I.P.
The singer is going around with other gang members, risking their lives on a daily basis

By dozen ??? to mini gages, to are-15’s,
In the artist's line of work, they regularly carry weapons ranging from handguns to AR-15 rifles

See I don’t trust a soul on patrole when I roll
The singer doesn't trust anyone and remains alert when they're out in public

4-4 I hold ‘cause I gotta shake parole,
The singer carries a .44 to protect themselves, as they are trying to avoid violating their parole

You can stroll wit me, rock an roll wit me
Others are welcome to hang out with the singer and enjoy music with them

But when the one times dip, caulk, unload wit me,
When the police show up, the artist wants those around them to help them unload their weapons

‘cause I’m a killa, nappy head nigga, from out the valley, best strapped
The artist is a killer and well-equipped for violence, regardless of their appearance

Down, in Sac-Town, capitol of Killa Kali,
Sacramento is known as the capital of violent California

None of y’all niggaz can’t fade this,
None of the singer's enemies can match their power and influence

West coast niggaz is the craziest,
West coast gangsters are known for their extreme and violent behavior

We got that MOB mentality,
The artist and their associates have a gangster mentality

See-BO an S-P-I-see-E,
The artist is referring to themselves and another gangster, Spice 1

Pullin our straps on niggaz who thinkin they bodies is made outta Teflan,
The gangsters are prepared to use weapons when confronting individuals who think they are invincible

Wit a 5-0 caliber in my right hand, an a G-LOCK in my left palm,
The artist carries both a high-caliber and a Glock handgun

Black Bossalini,
The singer refers to themselves as Black Bossalini, indicating their status as a senior member of the gang

Can’t see me, wit a Lexy up on my wrist,
The singer is wearing a luxury watch, conveying their wealth and status

Imagine this, a ballin ass nigga addicted to killin shit,
The singer takes pride in their violent activities and is proud of their status

Strapped an I thank God, nigga chasin me callin me punk ass nigga,
The artist is carrying a weapon and thanking God for protecting them while being followed by someone calling them a coward

Wakin up wit the finga on trigga
Even while sleeping the artist is ready to pull the trigger of their weapon

Spittin hollow tip slugs that goes to figga,
The singer uses deadly hollow point bullets in their weapon of choice

Want to put down, my Cristal, drink Cristal an shit,
The singer wants to relax with a glass of Cristal champagne, but they are hesitant due to the threat of being killed

But niggaz Uzi think he tellin me I’m gonna die if I sit,
The artist's associates believe that sitting still will result in their death

So I MOB wit the old skool, wit a shot of chromes out my window,
The artist chooses to be proactive and take action (MOB) with older methods and weapons while driving around in their vehicle

Could it be the S-P-I-see-E wit a fifth of hin, yay an indo,
Spice 1 is involved in activities similar to the artist, with access to methamphetamine, cocaine, and marijuana

We puts it down like g’s, swingin vipers an vests,
The singer and their associates are prepared for war, always armed with weapons and protective gear

From Benz to Beamers an Lamborginis all on the set,
They display their wealth by driving around in luxury vehicles throughout their territory

An keep it crackin from LA all the way back down to the Bay,
The singer and their associates remain active across a wide range of locations on the west coast

Gots to keep yo head up, you slip they drop, they leave you wet up,
The singer is cautious, knowing that any mistake can result in death

Blasted magnum taggin the fool of the big block we hit him up,
The singer uses a powerful Magnum handgun to kill a rival gang member

Eyes do or die, let ‘em drip til they dry
The artist isn't afraid to look their enemies in the eyes and take a life

Two killaz eye to eye, never duck when bullets fly,
The artist and their associates are fearless in the face of danger

Keep it crackulatin, like Pearl Harbor when we spit,
The singer and their associates remain heavily active and engaged, like the bombing of Pearl Harbor

G’s bump this shit, from ??? moves to the rip set,
Gang members listen to the singer's music and enjoy it from their everyday activities to the extreme acts they commit

Trippin get split, Wit a magnum,
Those who cause problems or disrespect the artist are dealt with by a powerful Magnum handgun

Steady blastin now I done seen murder eye to eye
The artist is no stranger to killing, having directly taken someone's life

But my kids hope that I’m steadily fastenin,
The artist's children hope that their parent can remain safe and avoid being killed

Ain’t no love for you that’s down at the end of my barrel,
The singer has no love or sympathy for those who they hold at gunpoint

When I multiply my cash, ridin in my 4 barrel Camaro,
The artist is increasing their wealth and treating themselves to a new Camaro as a result

I catch ya slippin, I’m slappin my clip in, I’m puttin it down,
If the singer catches someone off guard, their weapon will be loaded and they will attack without mercy

You been hit from slippin an caulkin yo grip in my town.
Anyone who underestimates the singer and their associates may fall victim to their violent acts in their territory