Jayo Felony

Jayo Felony - Nitty Gritty lyrics

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haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all
 distance. Mind your own  you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.

 (1st Verse):
 These judge mental cowards got they eyes closed
 They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
 But I ain't trippin  sippin on something 90 proof
 >From the floor to the roof  I spit this game to youth
 By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
 If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?
 You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta
 Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya
 Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate
 And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
 Never try to floss and show off your stacking
 On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos
 Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
 Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
 You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
 Trying to escape reality...in four minutes

 (Chorus):
 Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
 stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down
 to the nitty gritty.
 >From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
 get funky while we got 'em.

 (2nd verse):
 Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,
 Felony got love coming from both sides
 About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on
 Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
 'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
 With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his
 grind on - Fool kill that!
 I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do?
 To survive, I got to work for you?
 Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy
 Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect
 With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing
 along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed
 Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes.

 (Chorus)

 (3rd verse)
 And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute
 It's like walking through hell with a gasoline kachi suit
 I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up,
 I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya
 I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward
 Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all
 And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing
 Time is just too valuable to be wasting
 On the independent stroke or with a conqur
 I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer
 We got to get it while it's good to get
 Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town
 Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat
 Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat
 To the end we represent-we in it to win it
 Trying to escape reality in four minutes

 (Chorus
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Copyrights:

Author: Mark Ogleton, Shon Adams

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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