Jayo Felony

Jayo Felony - Jayo lyrics

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Jayo: What  what  what  what? To all my niggas and females who don't
 give a mad ass fuck: Get your shit  cause we ride tonight! Any
 questions? We just against y'all oppressors. So all you house niggers
 stay in the motherfucking house. Cause y'all ain't got no business
 outside anyway.

 E 40: E 40  Ice Cube and Jayo Felony
 E 40  Ice Cube on my 619 doing my work
 The Super Bowl was at San Diego
 Sitting back with Felony, Jayo
 I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (fedder)
 25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona
 Belted like the rifleman
 Call me Chuck O'Conner
 Gliding, heading towards Mexico
 Sliding, with an empty bottle of X.O.
 Riding dept play for kept find out where they slept
 Scotch taped to the neck
 Slid on out like a vet
 Big old, gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set
 Underbuckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys
 Decoys, d-boys, searching for destroys
 Cocaine for the bitch made
 Heart pumping cool-aid
 Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin'
 Dictionary rhymin, Princess Kadymin
 Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding
 Clockwork, all about my dirt calls
 D.J. your party because I got scratch like Red Alert

 Chorus 2x (Jayo Felony):
 We just against y'all oppressors so don't try to oppress me/Hold me down
 and arrest me/Causing me problems and stress me/Why these punks wanna
 test me?/Why these punks wanna test me?/Why these jealous motherfuckers
 wanna stress me and test me?

 Jayo Felony:
 Picture about me rolling through the country
 With a spaceship on gold D's, taking over the world
 Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic
 And I'm looking loc'd out in my chucks
 Cube right behind me, throwing Westside up!
 Not giving a feez-nuck! What?
 I'm crushing my competition
 And you'll soon find out if you're dissing
 Come along!, from the bay to the S.D., We stay on a mission
 My destination in this game is to have the whole world love me
 >From geri-curl and go-tee and have them stop the Old E.
 My 3 wheels and my g's and your supposed to check out my melody
 Trying to get a salary, hoe give me celery
 Fool, I'm Jayo Felony
 Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers
 Throwing high signing and I'm touching ya
 Put em in my zone and my mold
 When I explode, no time to reload
 >From yo God, to word up, loc, we got it sewed
 With the E and the W, slanging them over the boulder shoulders
 Much love to the north and the south
 Let's take this over
 Navigators and Range Rovers, don't test me!

 Ice Cube:
 Uh, uh, uh, uh
 Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer
 Fuck the oppressor
 Possessor of a mini 14 behind my dresser
 Faze one, blaze one, the representation of my nation
 It's Jay one on the spray gun springing leaks
 In your physique, got nines on you as we speak
 Laughing loud as we eat
 You fucking geek in a wire
 Test the fire attire
 That ass, go through the broken glass
 Niggas mash and ask, I'm the last emporer
 The temperature, heated, remain undefeated
 We waited, we greeted by the motherfucking law
 In the south they say "Get out the fucking car"
 It's raw, E-40's lyrics fucking caviar
 I believe these dirty pigs know who we are
 If they pull something start dumping
 Don't say nothing
 And if they show it on real t.v., my niggas love it

 Chorus 2x

 E-40: See, there it is there. So be it. And you better know it. E-40
 Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that nigga Ice Cube and my big potna out
 the San Die..San Die..San Di-leggo my motherfucking eggo bitch! Jayo
 Felony. We slide out in a luxurious ass Winnebago, Winnebago,
 biiootch!! Perkin, up in this ho, nigga
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