featuring Redman Mack 10 WC
[Jayo]
Def Jam the remix! Yeah!
Come along!
Uh huh huh huh uh
Uh huh huh huh what
Uh huh huh huh uh
[Chorus (Jayo)]
I said I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?
I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do?
I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?
I could give it to ya but what wha what what!
[Jayo]
I could give it to ya but whatcha gon do with it?
When I'm in Daygo I'm bumpin my music
With my dog and dogettes we loop loop
Me and lil Trook like book and Luke duke
Now come see me get me Lex coupe
Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?
Uh uh huh huh huh uh huh, uh
Wha-wha-what what what, hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut
Flow what? Flow, cuz I got flow
See me walkin on the moon by 2004
Party with the o.g.'s spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no songs like these, plow plow!
Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next
[Chorus]
[Jayo] X 2
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood!
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida!
[Redman]
Yo, place your order for slaughter
You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker
You oughta, be hittin more tracks than Nauta
My little friend barks like Roof! that's why I brought her
Brooklyneese, headcheese and charge
When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard
Or I scare the shit out ya, bring the bitch out ya
X start your rhyme until you're puttin your house up
Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial
I'm so cool I be shoppin in the frozen aisle
Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels
Look through the periscope, that locked you in
Started bustin like the white boy in Higher Learning
Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in
Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise
I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives
Dub, Mack 10 (Wha-what wha-what what?)
I'm bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut gu-gut gut
[Chorus]
[Jayo] X 2
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood!
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida!
[Mack 10]
Jayo say what what, I say whoop whoop
Bangin through the Wood in the 84 coupe
When it come to gangsta raps, you know Mack got em
Still saggin in khakis with the cuff on the bottom
Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0
Twenty chrome on the Benz, Thirteen gold on the Four
>From the way I twist my fingers, you know I'm from
So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb
I start flippin of sherm or the green that be stickin
Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
Hoo Bangin affiliates from the W-S-C
Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe
[WC]
Hit em again, hit em again
Who's the triple braided beard (...?...)
WC, clatter for chatter clearin the section
Bangin a bandana slangin the Westside Connection
Testin, microphone checkin, check out my melons
Smashin misdemeanors, mashin with Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin them ends wreckin the mirrors slow
Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin Benzo
[Chorus]
[Jayo] X 2
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin hood, hood!
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin lowrida!
[Intro]
Yea, dedicated to all my homeboys
In the California Youth Authority
Much Love
[Verse One:]
I caught another case, so the Loc needs bail
but your people act funny, when you're sittin in a cell
I didn't get mail so jail was like hell
out of anger, I shank 'em in the neck in the stairwell
I remember potacaine was used to rock up
It was a trip on how I got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
yellin "Don't move or catch a hot one to the throat"
you learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
Yo, just put an 'out of order' sign on your bozack
I didn't twitch, scratch or itch
they found a nine in my inside pocket ain't that a bitch
A short and quick trip to the County straight drama
the first call I made was collect to my mama
I didn't go see her before I went to jail
but now I wanted her to come visit
send money orders and post bail
Till I remembered that I'm grown
So now I gotta handle it myself, fool
the Loc is on his own
[Chorus:]
The Loc is on His Own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
I can't call home, the Loc is on his own
Moms was trippin' she got a block on the phone
[Verse Two:]
Yea Moms I love you too
I understand that your tired of the bullshit I put you throw
I pleaded not guilty, G
with no intentions of going to trial, I got the plea
Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets
He's coming back to fish for some more meat
Puttin marked money on a hook to real us in
or sit in this little ass bucket called the Pen
and they'll give you a day when you'll be free
huh, but it ain't no garantee
because you might get the shovel
be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil
but it you can hold your own and mind your own
you live long,
take no shit and stay strong
some fake religon and play with churches
they put pretty boys with hard niggaz on purpose
I ain't heard from non of my peoples, homes
but that's ai-ight though
the Bullet Loc is on his own
[Chorus]
Polo T-shirt, now I'm creasing up my 501's
hoping they gonna give me some sun
No So-Glow
Pimp Daddy Afro
the Loc ain't about to shave
I'm comin like a mob in 9-4
comb in my left back pocket, it's time
try to get Parole in this long ass line
my big homie walked out with his head down low
I said yo, big boo, what the fuck they shoot you down for
my brotha wants to kill the pig
gave him a year because his arms are too big
it's fucked up in jail
if you're holdin a bowl with some change,
your goin back in your cell
they let me go, I grabbed my heaters
now I'm down with the niggaz in the shell-toe Adidas
and we going to make this money, all of it
not a little bit
I'm smokin on the Indo until I get illiterate
leave me alone, trick, I'm in a full zone
my money's on the microphone
The Loc is on his own
[Chorus]
Oh, yeah, y'all know what's up with this right here
No playa, 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
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 federalizes
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
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
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 minimum 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 song
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
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
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 unfadeble 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 until 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 conquer
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 surprise 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
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
What, what, what, what? To all my niggas and females
That don't give a mad ass fuck, give a fuck at your shit
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, 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
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
Under buckets, 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
DJ your party 'cause I got scratch like Red Alert
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?
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?
Picture about me rolling through the country
With a spaceship on gold D's taking over the world
Scooping up violator parolees, smoking hash and chronic
And I'm looking locked out in my chucks
Cube right behind me, throwing west side 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 SD, 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 you're 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
Don't test me, nigga, don't test me
[Incomprehensible], biatch
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 emperor
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 TV, my niggas love it
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?
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?
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
Uh huh
Get low baby
Come on
It's the end of the world now yeah! Don't start runnin
But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin?
But we got a lot of hard heads that don't seem concerned what?
So eternally you burn
An eternity's a long long time so I wrote a strong rhyme
For these Mc's that only talk about chrome nines
Pay attention to each line I'm about to reach mine
Be careful 'cause they might heat you for just one dime
Blaze up and won't think twice about ya, we dyin quicker
He's dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor?
No value for human life
Can't understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can
Damn, helpless and starvin, but that's how life goes
Can't aford him? Then keep your legs closed
Thinkin God won't punish you for what you put that child through
Havin babies like it's the thing to do
What is this world coming to?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?
The end, and um there ain't no stoppin it
I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit
You can't stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed
Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats
How you gon come with that nonsense like it's all good?
Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even go to your own hood
I should get ya, but I'm a chill and let the rhyme hit ya
Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya
Some of y'all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll
Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll
Keep em movin like Tony soul, 'cause the game's for sale
You could offer me a million, but I'll never tell
All the money in world couldn't make me sell out a homey
What is a million dollars worth when you're lonely?
You spill the beans me and his dirt to get a buck or two
So now I gotta ask myself
What is this world coming to?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?
Couldn't live without a check, please tell me
Four on the floor, one in the belly
You're kinda smelly
Why can't this girl keep her self up, her health up?
When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck
With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed
And buying expensive clothes that you don't even need
Still tryin to club it, you can't do that no more
So stretched out, the stretch marks can't even stretch no more
Five different daddies, damn, ain't none of them around
They need to take you off the streets like the impound
A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world?
How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl?
Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain't no respect
'Cause see you don't respect yourself, you need to get in check
Got evicted out your pad
So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out
What is this world coming too?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
What is this world coming to?
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby
Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby
We all know it's the end of the world, baby
[Jayo Felony]
G to the U to the A-G-E
Feel the pump, on my set
Felon ego make everybody jump
Your ass never seen the inside of a cellar
A million dolla nigga bailin in Chuck Taylor's
you wanna stop the gangsta shit it ain't happenin
Jumping out the fo' hittin switches then I'm cappin
Rolling thru the set with blue rollers in a grudge
There's two of my best homies gotta face the judge
Take the best deal let the mutherfucker spit out
[ ? untranslated ? ]
I keep all your books on fat, it's a hooker for some skeezers
Let your crops sprout like Jesuses
I'm coming from the S-T-R double-E-T
Some pimp hoes jack fools and slang keys
Get me a chicken cut it up into 36 pieces
Then serve it to your nephews and nieces
You stepped on the wrong toe so let's clown
Back up off my gangsta rap nuts you cant get a G down
[Chorus: Jayo Felony]
The parole violator is coming from the perpetrator
If you dissing gangsta rap you gets the pipe [x4]
It ain't time to preach fool it's time to fight
[Jayo Felony]
Fuck all that preaching that shit cant save us(yeah)
Let my afro grow like Angie Davis
Ain't shit you can say to let my g ?? back
I'm letting off on my enemy aint showing no slack
It's a fact all snitches need to be thrown in ditches
I sweat a loc for calling hooker hoe bitches
Your girl introduced us she said you couldn't see him
Until I hopped my ass in the motherfuckin BM
Now your on my nuts and my dick your suckin
Come in my room 2 o'clock in the morning were gonna be fuckin
No kissin me, no pictures and no concert tickets
Just a big ??? come lick it
Go ahead and call ?? I got the hoe on tape
And I was fuckin her so I'm straight
Tyson got railroaded for fuckin with them clowns
And he'll be the first to tell you
you cant keep a G down
[Chorus]
[Jayo Felony]
I'm a G with no fuckin direction
Just a ass full of dope and a strap for my protection
Cutting bricks up slanging the rocks that i was holdin
Gotta keep the flow up to keep with the jones
Until the whole block dried up I was full of bank
And now we 40 deep in the motherfuckin holding tank
California youth authority is my next trip
Skinheads and eses to the bloods n crips
4 o clock in the morning with my shank
As I creep, comin like Freddy Kruger fool don't fall asleep
After too many years,they straight paroled me
You'll be back in two weeks the fuckin inmates told me
In your cell you dropped your fuckin noodles
You was on it when you scene me on the screen
and not on for Most Wanted
Now you wanna play that rule but you'se a clown
You can't keep a G down
[Jayo Felony]
UH, uh, one shot to your dome pow!
Yeah, can ya stand it?
This for your boy Snoop Doggy Doggy Doggy Dogg…Doggy Dogg
Can ya stand it?
Lyrocks
Yeah…
It's that crip nigga, quick hit em with my dick
Spit with a big shit, kick a nigga
Get wit a nigga quick shit
Bitch, now can you picture me jokin?
I bang 47th street, bitch I keep it loccin
And all around the world, I leave my enemies broken
Like toot, toot, toot, you hear their families hopin
With tooooot, death is all I got to give
I said my name is One Shot Kill not One Shot Live
And all ya muthafuckas got to go
?? haven't got the chance to flow
Hit a muthafucka with a gangsta flow
?? prank to though
Have you ever shot a nigga befo'? No!
Have you ever killed a nigga befo'? No!
And I'ma take yo lil ass to the movies to ?? Part 4
I flip four cases of noodles on moral
And nobody had to give me shit when I was in Paso
G might kick a nigga in, even though he was from the Brimms
Now I'm rolling with triple gold rims, eatin shit and Eminems/M&Ms;
[Hook x2]
You's a muthafuckin character I buried ya
Knew you was scared, nigga scary us
They got my area
Fashion gangbangas with the part but can't play the role
When it's all said and done I'ma be left with these streets in my soul
[Jayo Felony]
Which one of ya'll tricks wanna test this?
Young, dumb and I'm restless
You hide from me when you throw parties and never make ya guest list
You's a character you fake gangbangin clown
And the homies and cuz's would tear this muthafucka down, RIGHT NOW!
Now, my khakis always fit me
Don't want no funk, you scared to squabble with me
I'm the hardest on dry land and even you see that
Catch him with 11 thou on the +Baby Boy+ movie set
I approached like "We need to holla" and he tucked his tail
Cus this bitch lanky nigga knew he can't fuck with Fel
Ya see even you know what type a nigga you was facin
Tryin to leave and hurry up and get to the next location
Tryin to jump me but I knew to grab his cold ass nigga
A 40s cuz? I'ma about to meatball that nigga
Beg me to sign to ya label, nigga but keep tryin though
Had his perm fucked leanin to the side like Lionel
[Hook x2]
You's a muthafuckin character I buried ya
Knew you was scared, nigga scary us
They got my area
Fashion gangbangas with the part but can't play the role
When it's all said and done I'ma be left with these streets in my soul
[Jayo Felony]
Now he's mad security cus I put hands on his soft dude
No I got scrathes on my neck from niggas pullin me off you
I'm quick to kick up dust, bustin and cussin like a sailor
Beat you out your Chuck Taylors, bring your bitch ass up out the trailer
I'm a thoroughbred born to lock up, I don't care none
I'm callin you all kinds a bitches while screamin that you's a fair one
Sorry ass got his ?? screamin all that crip shit
Punk scary ass police done went 'n mess my nigga Biskit
Tryin to act like you don't know where I'm ridin, nigga stop
Goin the Last Meal this muthafucka stealin Crip Hop
Bitin ass nigga, knowin he about to come up short
The street and all made this shit up and 40 basketball court
Be a man bitch don't snitch or on sight you'll get dumped
And got beef tucked all over the hump ya fuckin punk
You can't fuck with this flow I keep it steady mayn
And tell that bitch nigga Kokane he Eddie Cane
I still got it
[Hook x2]
You's a muthafuckin character I buried ya
Knew you was scared, nigga scary us
They got my area
Fashion gangbangas with the part but can't play the role
Def Jam, what?
The remix, yeah
Come along
What, what?
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
When I'm in Daygo, I'm bumpin' my music
With my dog and dogettes we loop loop
Me and lil' Trook like book and Luke duke
Now come see me get me Lex coupe
'Cuz this song'll be bigger than there it is Whoop Whoop
Whatcha gon do with it baby when I give you some?
Wha-wha-what what what? Hit him in the gut
If you don't know the scoop then keep your mouth shut
Flow what? Flow 'cause I got flow
See me walkin' on the moon by 2004
Party with the OG's spaceships and gold D's
If they don't make no songs like these, plow, plow
'Cuz it's my style when I flex, go next, flow next
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but wha-what? Wha-what?
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
Yo, place your order for slaughter
You got balls to walk up, you leave on the walker
You oughta be hittin' more tracks than Nauta
My little friend barks like Roof, that's why I brought her
Brooklyneese, head cheese and charge
When you see me, cock it back, squeeze it hard
Or I scare the shit out you, bring the bitch out ya
Xstort your rhyme until you're puttin' your house up
Niggas in the hood no doubt could blow the trial
I'm so cool I be shoppin' in the frozen aisle
Gimme that mic, you don't got no wheels
Look through the periscope, that locked you in
Started bustin' like the white boy in higher learning
Stick you up more than hair when you put perm in
Die, be a kleptomaniac in disguise
I even take eyes outta seven thirty fives
Dub, Mack 10, wha-what? Wha-what? What?
I'm 'bout to tear a chicken head gu-gut, gu-gut, gut
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
Jayo say, "What, what? I say, "Whoop, whoop"
Bangin' through the wood in the 84 coupe
When it come to gangsta raps, you know, Mack got 'em
Still saggin' in khakis with the cuff on the bottom
Hip hop or yayo, you don't roll like 1-0
Twenty chrome on the Benz, thirteen gold on the four
From the way I twist my fingers, you know, I'm from
So much ice on my wrist that my hand feels numb
I start flippin' off sherm or the green that be stickin'
Though I rock the microphone, I can still sell a chicken
Hoo bangin' affiliates from the W S C
Mack 10, Young G with the Recipe
Hit 'em again, hit 'em again
Who's the triple braided beard, baby?
Hustla when it comes to my gram
WC, clatter for chatter clearin' the section
Bangin' a bandana, slangin' the westside connection
Testin', microphone checkin', check out my melons
Smashin' misdemeanors, mashin' with Jayo Felony
Steadily, chasin' them ends, wreckin' the mirrors slow
Loc, I'm too sexy for my fuckin' Benzo
I said, "I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do?
I could give it to you but whatcha gonna do with it?
I could give it to you but what, but what, what, what?
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' low rider
I'm too sexy for my motherfuckin' hood, hood
[Jayo Felony]
It's how it goes down
Hoodsta style
The Remix
West Coast killin like that! (One Shot Kill)
Y'all know what's crackin
The whole Roc-A-Fella shut down!
Enemy's goals come at me foul
I bust 'em in they bowels
For this rag 4 mag, bitch get shit bag
Watch me hit this fag with sack with this
Till I die "Crip or Cry" Mista Nice Guy's dead
Is in hood to the heart and his .47 to the head
Think you can scrap? I got scrap
But see it's only one thing, I got this strap
And they ain't goin for none of that
Comprehend like "You don't just wanna end your career here"
When the bullet hits your collarbone you know it's like "Fuck a career"
I drink a ?? to ya soul, muthafucka rich roll
Hit you and ya man, you slippin, fuck up his stroll
Cuz, and that's just how these hoodstas roll
Talkin 'bout "Is he a blood or is he crip?"
Nigga I sock that faggot in his big ass lip
Put a straight jacket on me, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum
And all the crips across the world y'all gone sing this anthem
[Crip Chorus: Jayo]
We stay trued up! Blued up!
True fat laces, true blue chucks
We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up
Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up
[Blood Chorus: Baby Star]
We stay flamed up! Banged up!
Bright red laces, flamed up chucks
It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up
Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up
[Baby Star]
Dulo, get names spit flames
Thought cus Pac laid off ya shit change?
Shit ranged, hell naw they bit game
Every time ya hit, bitch slang
Bit names, bustin other niggas shit can
You crossed the line blood, now the streets comin to get ya
It's over +H.O.V.A.+ prepare for your last thrill nigga
Was never a real nigga and know you aint tryin to be
Dulo the throne of dynasty
Thinking your reigning? It's time to see
We'll find you at Marcy unless you wit a film crew
With that scary ass Memphis Bleek nigga him too
I aint impressed that you done wrote your fuckin flunky some raps
But if Beanie is really a baboon then you funky for that
But it aint no dynasty dummy, just ya flunky and a monkey
And a broad that look like a fuckin recoverin heron junky
Put a straight jacket on me dog, I'm throwin a tantrum
And all my Bloods across the world y'all gon sing this anthem
[Blood Chorus: Baby Skar]
We stay flamed up! Banged up!
Bright red laces, flamed up chucks
It's Piru till we die blood, and'll shoot you up
Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up
[Crip Chorus: Jayo]
We stay trued up! Blued up!
True fat laces, true blue chucks
We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up
Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up
[Jayo Felony]
Back in the day if I was 'caine cuz I would have been trippin
Like "Ain't no half crippin"
When it comes to this C shit, they gon' learn out here
I'll have Al Sharp, C-walkin with his perm out here
Niggas bangin the NY now, cuz I don't knock it
This fool said he was a blood but had his rag in the wrong pocket
Crips where it on the left and Pirus where it on the right
I'ma show you muthafuckas how to gangbang right
Ride back in the same night, how to slang 'caine right
How to keep them guns hot, and aim them thangs right
While ya DJ gettin sloped at the break beach spot
I'm smoking purple till my lungs light great street watts
C-walk on yo roof, it's over before you hit the vocal booth
Watch out, I threw up the hood and broke ya tooth
Put a straight jacket on me, cuz I'm throwin a tantrum
And all the crips around the world y'all gone sing this anthem
[Crip Chorus x2: Jayo]
We stay trued up! Blued up!
True fat laces, true blue chucks
We Crippin till we die cuz, and'll shoot you up
Cock the .38 from the G homie used to shoot up
Bitch!
[Jayo Felony]
And if he goes come at me foul
I'll bust him in they bowels
For this rag fo mag bitch get shit bag
Watch me hit this fag for this sag
With this, til I die
Cripple cry
Mr. Nice Guy's dead
It's end hood
To the heart and it's 4 7's to the head
They could be strapped
I got strapped
You see its only one thing
I got this strap and they ain't goin for none of that
Comprehend like you the one who just end your career here
When the bullet hits your collar bone
You know it's like fuck a career
I drink a beer over your soul
Motherfucker rich roll
Catch you and your man slippin cuz and fuck up your stroll cuz
And its just how these hoodstas rolls
Talkin about is he a blood or is he a crip
Nigga I'll sock that faggot in his big ass lips
[Hook]
Put a straight jacket on me, cause I'm throwing a tantrum
And all the crips across the world, y'all gon' sing this anthem
[Chorus: x2]
We stay, trued up, blued up
True phat laces, true blue chucks
We crippin till we die cuz and will shoot you up
Cop a 38 for the G-homie that used to shoot up
[Jayo Felony]
I'm like
N to the H to the deep blue sea
Anyone of y'all who comes against me be D-E-A-D
And the only Jay I know is Bullet Loco
Nigga, J-A-Y-O for sure F-E-L-O
N-Y-C me then die he be
Sitting up biting niggas hits
Then acting like he da shit
But see all y'all marks and bustas gonna give me my respect
When you see this big ass C hanging and dangling from my neck
You're like the lion from The Wizard of Oz, he ain't hard
It's West coast in line if you think we ain't hard
Where you think the khakis the jumps
saggin the blue and red rags come from
We made it up ya dum-dum
Y'all niggas avoiding me now like a flat ass Sprite
Ya bitch loves this crip dick I'm serving that ass right
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Jayo Felony]
I been trained to escape death, like double-oh-seven
You can coke ya dope lope nope it's four seven
And its some thirsty ass sharks out here
But you know well, they schooled ya
Like don't go too far from your hotel there
They like don't go past that Fat Burger
On Lafiyania, them niggas a jack you
You bitch too, body guard and manager
You wake up in a cold sweat
And never leave the house
Everything you eat got a funny taste
Like that barrel in your mouth
Cuz get them riches
And hit them bitches
Got riders in ya videos and can't hit them switches
So take ya funny ass raps ya girl and ya boyfriend
And get the fuck up outta town
Cuz them niggas are poison
And they know not to fuck with the bullet loco
I'm from the East Side
Rollin 4-0
[Hook]
[Chorus]
You gotta get me outta here, dog
Gotta do somethin to break loose
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
Woke up on the m-i-double s-i-o-n
Get the Mack 10, no fuckin time to grin
Drugged out, bugged out, another sucker dies
Blood is holy water, who wanna get baptized?
South East has got me hot, I'm lettin hurt off
So now I'm doin a fuckin jack with my shirt off
They drew down, I threw down my gun, boss
But yo loc, guard your grill as I threw the right cross
The ride along hit me on my back for starters
Tryin to break me down while I'm chokin his partner
I'm loc'in up, puttin busters to rest
Fuck the county, I'm goin to the coockoo's nest
It's hard to breathe, they got the Loc hog tied
Like a look on my face like my muthafuckin dog died
Now I'm fallin deep into meditation
In a rubberroom - they got me on medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop
Medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop...
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
Somebody help me before another body's found
The Thorazine they prescribed doesn't calm me down
I fiend for the fuckin sound of the paramedics
I'm shootin up more needles than a sugar diabetic
I don't wanna go to sleep because I'm sufferin delusions
Hallucination, paranoia, and confusions
Why the fuck do I drive around in a hearse?
But the symtoms start showin way back at this child's birth
Then at the age of 6 this fool tried to play me soft
He took my toy and I cut his little sister's fingers off
My mama whupped my ass cause she knew I was tweakin
Cause I dropped to my knees and said, "Thanks for the beatin"
Is it flashbacks from the loop?
Because I'm peelin busta niggas' caps as if it was a fruit
The Loc is on his own and my mind is racin
200 miles a fuckin hour, they got me on medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop
Medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop...
Me need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
Yo loc, I think they all tryin to do me
I read the Bible, words jump out and then God explained em to me
I can't be controlled when I'm mad
And then my good side picks a fuckin argument with the bad
The bad throws a blow without a doubt
And now I'm laid out on the ground because I just knocked myself out
I jack my own homies if I need a buck
On the ground, get down muthafucka, give it up
Why God, am I trippin on a mission?
Don't need to be in society in this condition
The drugs keep fuckin with my brain
And now I got more enemies than Sadam Hussein
At first it was just a part of my music
Now I'm fiendin for my mind because I didn't mean to lose it
From this bullshit world I need a vacation
Somebody get me out of here, dog, they got me on medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop
Medication
Thorazine
Shootin niggas in the stomach with my glock, pop, pop...
Me need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
You need to see a psych, Jayo, fuck you
City 2 City, State 2 State
Country 2 Country, but most of all.....
[Intro/Chorus:]
I rock from street 2 street and alley 2 alley
while all you couch potatoes watch Ricki and Sally
So all you so-called players better hide in the Valley
cos real Gz put the Killer in Cali
[repeat]
I don't think none of y'all wanna test this
From bus tokens and transfers to Lexus
Never sex-less, they all want the pipe layer
I come bang on that ass so I can get player player
The way that I operate will thrill you for days
To all my niggas turnin green in the face from eatin microwave
meals, and I kill off a whole fuckin race
Now I arrive to you and rock the whole fuckin place
Hearmenow, it's bully loco, baby
and if I could I'd play em all cos they skanless and shady, nigga
Don't put your hands on em, cos they lock that ass up
But they try to hold me down so I can knock that ass up
You got me fucked up in the realest way, or do I feel this way
You're quick to get knocked, while I struggle and strive
Throw up your doves and your E's while you're pumpin this beat
on a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony, cos that's my street
[Chorus]
E-A-Ski gon' keep bringin the paparika to your speaker
as I fly over MC's and I watch em get weaker, uhh
At a club we come deep as the beat gets funky
then I get tipsy off Hennessey and start feelin on monkeys
Damn love, you're lookin good in them tight ass jeans
To all my bitches writin mad cheques, for the finer things
As it comes thru the door, I creeps up real slow
This ain't Joe, fools, I'ma be a player for sure
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it, boo?
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it? Player style
How ya like it, baby? How ya like it, boo?
How ya like it, baby? They say she like it player style
You wanna make love but do you wanna wild thug fuck?
She wanna get fucked so like Luke, I put her in the bump
You can't take it so I'm laughin as you cum to this beat
On a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony cos that's my street
[Chorus]
Can't believe somebody tried to test this
Skanless fools just got me for my Lexus
Now I'm sexless and I wish I had that bus token
I know y'all niggas laughin, but fool I ain't jokin
Smokin the hump with dreams of livin lavish like Donald Trump
While niggas go out like Willie LumpLump
At least I know my main squeeze will be there for me
The way I lay the law down, she gots ta care for me
Mr.Professional, I'm not an amatuer by far
cos I leave the pussy open like AAH!!
I'm just a motherfuckin real OG and ask my click, bitch
Fuck that pretty boy shit
You know you wanna real nigga, that's strictly out to win
So now I like to drink Brandy cos we're best friends
Fuck your player style to this bomb ass beat
On a Hundred-&-Fuckin Loony cos that's my street
One fo' seven, the helicopter lights nearly blind me
In the south east streets is were you might find me
True bandanna, my scanner and my pager
In the blue 1994 one blazer
And I'm the one all the hoe's wanna get wit
Jack Daniel punch and the indo spliff
You don't like the way I kick shit
You can get the dick six fo' three wheelin'
Mobbin' to the picnic
But somethin's missin', wake up and stop dreamin'
Tyshe let's take a ride to the coast to get a demon
Bring it back to gamba's part, we brought two
And everybody knows what the fuck we gon do
We gon smoke a dip, all of it, not a little bit
([Incomprehensible])
(We gon smoke a Sherm stick)
We gon smoke a dip, all of it
Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip
(Sherm stick)
In the men's bathroom, fool let me have room
And so I light it right, so it won't go boom
I took fo' hard hits and passed it to the next man
Now it seems like I got powers like the X-men
Sittin' on the curb for four fuckin' hours dog
Thinkin' 'bout my homie in the pen, lil' boss hog
Damn near dead, right to head to the tilt
My home girl woke me up, wit a carton of milk
I'm glad I didn't get caught slippin' when I was sleepin'
On them fools from the other side they call themselve's creepin
But see sucka, I'm from the gangs to make some crew
And everybody knows what the fuck we gon do
We gon smoke a dip, all of it
([Incomprehensible])
Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip
(We gon smoke a Sherm stick)
We gon smoke a dip, all of it
Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip
(Sherm stick)
Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up, we gon smoke a dip
(We gon smoke a Sherm stick)
Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up, we gon smoke a dip
(Sherm stick)
I flips the ill gangsta shit on the worst day
Bitches sayin' go bullet lock it's ya birthday
My homie B.K., threw a party and I got there late
You know I had to make them hoe's wait
And when I arrived, the whole shit was in a trance
Nigga's gettin' bong out, muthafucka dance
Haha, gettin' ready for the next batch
My homie's asshole naked, doin' the muthafuckin' cabbage patch
Nigga's throwin' up, it's a part of growin' up
My piss test is straight, it ain't shit showin' up
So duck, 'cause the next busta might be you
Now all y'all nigga's know what my crew 'bout to die
We gon smoke a dip, all of it
([Incomprehensible])
Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip
(We gon smoke a Sherm stick)
We gon smoke a dip, all of it
Not a little bit, we gon smoke a dip
(Sherm stick)
Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up, we gon smoke a dip
(We gon smoke a Sherm stick)
Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up, we gon smoke a dip
(Sherm stick)
Yeah, this for y'all nigga's out there and y'all bitches out there
Welcome back to the East Side
T-Funk and the Chemist
Jayo Felony
And the ultimate shit right now
is for me to do a show for my niggas in the pen
bring shit together
cause this is where we'll all be
Peep game
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
I rolls off with your shit, people you can get a glance
Shackles on my feet won't let the Loco dance
Eatin em spreads and liftin got me on swoll
Had my shit creased, I'm comin home, I got parole
When the Loco phone ring it's my homie Big Mike Low
( ? ) and big dick dada wanna stroke
And get my balls licked, dick sucked and fuck till I'm yawnin
But I gotta go report in the mornin
Fuck it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, fuck a piss test
Mr. Bullet Loco, you're under arrest (for what?)
You popped ( ? ) test and do you understand?
They put the chains on my ass and put me in the fuckin van
I'm goin straight to Donovan, no county jail
Fuckin parole violation, so I can't make bail
The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound
But you don't give a fuck when you're penitentiary bound
Sit down nigga, it's time to count
The way they got shit now
Everybody's penitentiary bound
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
( ? ) come, come, nigga, give me room
I put acid on my tongue and go the fuck back to Neptune
Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin
Hey, get your jaw swollen
This is for every nigga that ever fucked with a high speed chase
Crashed into a pole, now take that glass out your face
They comin to get me yo, I don't give a fuck no mo
I'm ( ? ) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po
On the 619 we got no time, for the bullshit you get jacked
Every hood talk that set-up when you hit the railroad track
Matter of fact, don't let them cook you like no fuckin hog, chief
All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth
Fuck your mama as I bled on the ground
I'm hand-cuffed to the bed and I know I'm penitentiary bound
Sit down nigga, it's time to count
The way they got shit now
Everybody's penitentiary bound
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
I'm crushin these niggas and bitches
Cause see, nobody I ever trusted
I hope Joe Sinister don't get his ass busted
Come again coward, wash them draws for my men
You don't know how to deal with the Babylon and Rin Tin Tin
Hard ( ? ) hard, I come hard
Like Oprah in _Color Purple_ I know there is a God
I slaughter, you oughta run for the border
I cripple a stick, choke a brick and tryin to drop a water
Supporter of this mackin and this gangsta shit
Much love to Kurupt and the Dogg Pound click
From D.C. to NYC trust I smoke dust
I roll with Rush, niggas can say what they must
They all want to know how I feel about _The Show_
I'm rockin in Utah ( ? ) and drink Pruno
P-p-pa-pow, penitentiary bound
( ? ) the muthafuckin ( ? ) bitin my sound
Will I ever play out? Nigga, you know - never would
At the end of the world it's gon be dippin through the neighborhood
Uh, the shoota!
Uh, uh..
[Jayo Felony]
Yeah, caught em slippin tryin to order a burrito
Then I fucked up his stealo
Nigga you know that we low
I left him shorter than Skealo
(?) wasn't bangin
Wasn't his brains wasn't hangin
And the next song you'll hear will be choir sangin
He think he scared now but see that nigga been afraid
Yo pops bust a nut in ya moms in sixty seconds ya +Minute Maid+
It's loco nigga, we keep comin wit heat
Boy I keep my shit nappin like Leo on Beach Street
I'm used to to never miss cus I got em on heat seak
Like Biggie said I'm the nigga that mixed the weed with the meak leak
It's in my teams to keep comin wicked
The (?) sniper, for some reason I don't get tickets
Bullet Loc I only spit that top dolla shit
I'm on that pimp of your bay area pop ya colla shit
What did y'all ever think that you can blow against me?
I'm the grain how the hell you think that you can go against me?
[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill!
[Jayo Felony]
I'm the do', fuck up your flow like the beat off
Hit ya bitch while she smellin my dick and skeet off
In the nostral, I'm quick to make em all like cows
Keep em hostile, cus niggas over here got styles
I don't play with these, I smoke em to get away with these
Try me please; all MCs get bent like knees
To my homies in the pen, my loved ones
If it don't get done with five fingas then don't get done
I'm quiet and calm and I might give you some dat
What I'm really thinkin in my mind is "Nigga, you can't rap"
I carry songs like straps you know I'm quick to touch and scream
"Fuck a hit" cus I got more spit than Sylvester
Hit a tragic with an automatic make you breath like an asthmatic
Static, what's that? That shit that get up in my fabric?
Uh, while you lazy niggas let time pass
I'm in Tahiti with my bitch let go when against I'm up her ass
[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
One shot kill!
[Jayo Felony]
Always talkin about you jackin, nigga SHUT UP!
I got bitches on my team that can squab and rob betta
The clutch hitta, and I ain't never been much of a quitta
The type of cat that would put your fuckin face in my litta
They wanna test, but they know they'll get smack and shit
My aim Deadly my middle name Accurate
I might spit on a nigga from far away outta spite
My eye on you like CBS you're never +Out of Sight+
Right before you hit the corner, I shoot you there
Too small to sit at my table, you need a booster chair
And you'll never ever hear a nigga say I don't like'im
Cus if I don't like'im I quickly Wesley Snipe'im
It's Peer Pressure nigga, and I talk to models
You couldn't see me with bifocals the size of Coke bottles
You a rapper, but MC's flow it the best
You heard it from me nigga, FUCK the rest!
[Chorus x4]
I'm the shoota..
Prraw
Haha
South East San Diego in the muthafuckin house
Gangsta Nation crew, nigga
Bullet Loco
So get your muthafuckin facts straight
Check it out
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
What that Diego like? A Uzi or a Mack 10
Bullet Loco and I'm bailin with my niggas from the pen
These snitches and tricks makin the set look real bad
Instead of that rag, buster, you need a badge
I gotta watch the pad real close for the break-in
Cause suckers be fakin but it'll be no more mistakin
Hand-pick my click, no weak link or busters
Just pimps and murderers and straight up hustlers
Who ain't givin a fuck about a nine to five
When I can pull up on ya, blast that ass and then drive
Your car away, far away and leave you with a frame
Sittin on bricks and that's a muthafuckin shame
You don't know my name or the set that I claim
For years I let embalmin fluid take over my brain
Killin over colors, fuck if it's my brother
But if I hesitate on he draw I might not see another
Day, some say ( ? ) smokin and I start chokin them bricks
And I'm pissin on your floor cause I ain't housebroken, bitch
They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin
But now on my nuts you're hangin
And I just ask myself
Yeah muthafucka
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
Nigga
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
You must be on caine, speed, water, weed, hot cock or ready rock
It's the Bullet Loco on the 47 block
On a mission as I'm gettin Inside like Edition
Bitches are wishin they could be huggin up and kissin
Me, but see Bullet Loco gon' stand with the upper hand
Hookers be lyin like the muthafuckin weatherman
Bitch, it ain't gon rain, it's a sunny day
For my AK to spray and lay any hooker that wants to play play
Taytay your baby kids were up and saw me fuckin you
Beatin up the poo-poo with my dick stuck in you
I might smoke anyone when I'm swimmin in the water
( ? ) to San Diego news reporters
( ? ) puttin out a fuckin hit
Suck my dick, you'se a trick, your perspective ain't shit
To my click I flick a shermstick bud in your eye
Bangin till I die
Nigga
Yeah fool
And it don't stop
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
My little homies walk the streets strapped ready to peel a cap
So my enemy's gone on a muthafuckin map
Six feet deep, his boys might try to creep
I don't sleep, I keep my trigger finger on my heat
Huh, and sho' enough here they come on a sneak tip
But I got a AK-47 with a 50 round clip
Buck - I hit the driver and he crashed
Ran up on em busters and let em have it as I blast
Tic toc, you don't stop, mama smokin crack rock
Break that shit pipe and tell that hoe to stop
But on my block you got them ends, you got the lleyo
My kids got a appetite, so I just can't say no
I'm cuttin up my brick just as soon as I can buy it
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it
It's all about the street life, my knife and my rag
The Loc used to sag even when I played tag
Fuck the drag, here I come with the gun, son
Blast that ass, question later, I ain't the one
Toss up the Thunderbird, never leave a homie hangin
Cause Bullet Loc ain't goin out, fool...
And I just ask myself
Muthafucka
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
You must be on dope, nigga
Yeah and it don't stop
Why I gotta live like this?
You're trippin and slippin and thinkin that you can fade me
[Jayo Felony]
One shot to yo fuckin dome pow!
Yeah, y'all niggas don't wanna do nuttin with this here
Bitch ass niggas (One Shot)
I puts it down
Rich roll, yeah…
I hit em up it ain't no stopping this, SD see me how?
Bastards released the homies, cuz we getting deeper now
They call me the "Creepa Sleepa Homie" when I'm blastin
My mission is to hurt these fools mashin assassin
I'm cold hearted with this shit, ?? my alias
Fuck a DJ suck-a-dick, they all scared to play shit
And need me to set trip, but peep how I mash
Ride on my foes while DJ Clue gets fucked in the ass
He said, "Fuck KY!" ya like it dry as ya mixed tapes
All y'all shit fake, you never retaliate
Unlike KRS, I break niggas down to they very last compound
I stomp now I keep looking around loc, but ain't no comp now
I guess it's just for tom ron blowin your mind
And keep trying to run from me but you know I'm in ya mind
But you that little bitch nigga that I'm goin to find
And we I do it these hoes got to see fou' at a time, yeah
[Hook x2]
I C-walk and Skip
Smoke, dip, and set trip
Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips
[Jayo Felony]
Y'all rappers test me when? Cuz, test me then
Bust one and rich roll, stroll like a pedestrian
See me, think I'm bullshittin?
But you know I'm hardly kiddin
And Dulo we keep Crippin
Chronic and let ya sippin
Don't talk, move in silence and watch the fuckin phone
I wish one of you bitches would try to come up to my fuckin home
These boys is serious over turf and they rag
We should do five for two, and both your airbags
No more breathing cowards, ya leaving, ya seeing, believe me
It's easy, get rid of these marks and breath freely
And I don't want yo pussy, bitch just give me the lips
And you can sell that shit to him bitch, just give me the chips
And we gon' keep doin it big
Don't try us unless you doin it big
Can't blame me for all the dirt niggas did
We didn't really wanna go there and hurt nigga's kids
But shit, I'm like "fuck you" and got in ya hoopty and slid, bitch
[Hook x2]
I C-walk and Skip
Smoke, dip, and set trip
Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips
[Jayo Felony]
Don't grow up to be a snitch and trade to somebody that'd fade ya
Get away wit it now, bound to catch up wit ya later
Y'all gon' swang to this, I bring it how they love it
Ya can't away from it, these bustas is scared of it
I'm known for servin niggas, they rated it thunder dog
I'm on ya like CJ Mac; they labeled us underdogs
Chuck Taylors, croaker sacks, Romeos, wallacies
If you ain't down with the camp, bitch you can swallow these
It's nothin I bring the pain
Like method migraines
A threat to the top of the food chain, I'm Wu mang
Get ya shit right, or get folded and crumbled up
Now I got the ball, nigga who dropped and fumbled what?
Its one shot kill 'em loc, I never did feel 'em
Drill 'em all with holes; kill 'em with all of those
I wasn't even gon' blast 'em till the muthafucka froze
Now I'm laughin at the party, bitch you know how it goes, I said
[Hook x2]
I C-walk and Skip
Smoke, dip, and set trip
Bitch let me put somethin on them we lips
Yeah!
One Shot to ya dome like that, it don't stop
Jayo Felony, put it down for life
Stop bitin my shit, Crip Hop bitch
Stop runnin nigga
[Jayo Felony]
Shut up nigga. Pass that muthafuckin weed
Let's go ride on this nigga homie, cuz
There go one right there loc
Get that nigga
Bring your muthafuckin ass, NIGGA!
I knew I was gonna have a whole lot of drama
After the first baby mama
Rob four all the titty member how they did beloved mama
Killed the bitch (?) come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth
Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south
My family don't understand me
Killed them and me
Punchin holes in the wall forgot a ran and nose candy
We cold-hearted and strong, you heartless and wrong
And I'm sniffin in shit tell the cartilage is gone
I'm the stone cold heavyweight that'll bait you in
Put you down with my team fool, and make you win
I laid the Cut with mouth shut 47 sprayed
Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey
Then we getting shotty kill a bitin nigga with Young Gotti
Then we eat a pork chop meal and we all dead body
With extra gravy nigga, bottles said he couldn't save me nigga
Ya man done tried to grab the gun and made me killa, yeah!
[Chorus x2: Jayo]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work that nigga
Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga
[Soopafly]
Niggas better step the fuck back I'm ready for war
Napalm bomb strickin close range I'm raw
You can't star, blinded by the gleam of the par
I teach y'all the Soopafly ways of the law
Let me shimmy shake rock whether you like it or not
You lay up with hoes I make a bitch sleep on a cot
Top of the chart, the underground straight from the pound
I bust by round by round by round and round
I'm in concert for servin niggas get yo ticket
I lock a nigga out, good cop giminy cricket
Watch out, I stick like stuck-o
Make 'em say "uh oh"
Motto is to trust no bitch you let the mutt go
Yo, I stay crackin, shut yo trap black and stay back in
Yo I break 'em you rack 'em
Bitches, I mack 'em
Bit game, I'm gonna teach you latnum
Niggas talk shit I put on my dance shoes and tap 'em
Niggas get broked up crapped out
Bent over with your backs out
I circle like a track route
I screw more niggas than a frat house
Joined to camp to step up to get stepped, Yo
[Chorus x2: Soopafly] [3rd line changes to bitches 2nd time]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
I send some hoes, man, to work that nigga
Pull out the .4-5 special and red shirt that nigga
[Bridge: ??]
Some niggas come right some niggas come wrong
We can (?) until the dawn
On and on and on and on
Blast until the breath is gone
[Soopafly]
If it's death that you want it's death that you gettin
Good life and good riddins, get them wigs to splittin
I measure niggas for they casket fits
Past tenants get erased off the face of the earth
Killin for turf
The "Cha cha" give it up quick
Double up, I double my grip
Quicker than set trip
Get wet tip of my tech rips ya neck
Gents fall it hit y'all
Like six draw, leavin bullets on the wall
[Jayo Felony]
Try to set me up and blast me
Couldn't get past me
I heard someone shot 'im up with body acid, nasty
Talk shit but you ran, nigga you shook wit it
I take the RI Saprano and shoot you wit it
Killa, I spit this shit fo' real, nigga get back
No more eattin egg yolk I put sick to the six pack
I'm harder than the hardest hardcore nigga get ya shit right
Or get your project bricks clipped tonight, bitch
[Chorus: Jayo]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
Put some bitches all in to work that nigga
Take my .38 special and red shirt that nigga
[Chorus: Soopafly]
Y'all better tell, cuz I hurt that nigga
I'll make six men carry and dirt that nigga
I'll send some hoes over to work that nigga
LOCO!
[Hook x4]
Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease!
[Jayo Felony]
Can't see you where you run you boo boo
You might need me to come and teach you
Music is universal (what?) music is universal
So I rock the microphone with no planet and no rehearsal
I'll even rock a lil club for a small sum
Black, white, red or green that ass gets all hung
Dulo means never do like Twix I can't share
Stomach starts growlin at night and nightmare
[Crook]
Hot like fire, hot like cocoa
Crazy, loony, cucu, loco
Your style is doodoo, caca, guano
I know, you know, you don't wanna see me
Mano y mano, my lingo, my ammo
The Dulo, no demos
I sting hoes in limos
In the industry Dulo gon' be the tightes rap group
Cus me and Bullet Loco tight like Bro' and Luke Duke, HOT!
[Hook x4]
Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease!
[Hook 2 x4]
If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out
[Jayo Felony]
We all get green when I come on the scene
I'm a stone cold Diego rappin machine
This is out of space so you know you can't fade us
In my boxers and Chuck Taylors
And my mission is to knock them boots
C-walkin on the moon without my space suit
From dusk till dawn you keep getting stepped on
Runnin and get more Lennon than John
When I say, "shake it, shake it, shake it" I wanna see ya
Got grass growin like Ch-Ch-Ch-Chia
In outer space we rocks the peep show
To all little kids we large like +Elmo+
Is it over? Hell no
Rain, sleet, snow
Then we takin rap all the way to Pluto
I got alias' bangin Dulo cus this DULO!
And they got greenery that we can all blow
[Hook x4]
Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease!
[Hook 2 x4]
If it's Hot enough! Then we gon bring it out
[Crook]
Tired cocks I splurge in it
Writers block? Never heard of it
I'm in the zone with Jordan and Larry Bird kickin
Wicked by nature you snitchin
You trippin, you flippin
I'll lace ya, disgrace ya
Misplace ya, lace you like the unos
This is for the whiteys
The blackeys, the cholos
You yellows, you aces
You earthly, you spacin
I just wanna show you how I get the waist men
Dead bye, the undercovers
Don't try them Dulo brothers
This vibe, and feel them brothers
Don't try and not to love us
Cus we always on point, and we always on cue
And if I give you this joint, man what you gon do? HOT!
[Hook x4]
Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease!
[Hook 2 x4]
Haha
Yeah
Take this shit back to the California streets
All y'all fools out there talkin about y'all gangbangin and shit
I hope you puttin in some work, fool
Check this out
We'll see who really down
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
( ? ) I put in much work
I got my rep on the set for leavin buster niggas hurt
They shoulda never played it, now the hoes parade it
To see the Loc smokin sherm on stage with my shit braided
That's PCP if you can't comprehend
I'm puttin on my Karl Kani boots and I'm stompin men
Get em all muddy and bloody throw on the Chucks
What's happenin? Fools gettin bucked but I don't give a fuck
In Southeast it ain't no muthafuckin truce jumpin
Hot lead in your ass, my trey-deuce pumpin
I paid dues, nigga, don't act confused, nigga
Fuck around and make the 11 o'clock news, nigga
Cause I'ma carve my hood in your chest
In my piss is where all my enemies rest
That bitch straight snitched and then that hooker died
You'se a man or a mark, nigga? What's happenin on the homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
Nigga, we gotta get them fools on the other side
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
Head to the border like Lil Richie get out the set
I fold clowns and hold shit down like a hairnet
They couldn't fade it soon as I got initiated
Blue and gray Pendleton, house gettin raided
Rollin through my hood where it's all good
Breakin niggas in the gamblin shack, I think we all should
Pitch in, nigga, stop bitchin, let's get fucked up
If we need some mo' ends these busters will get stuck up
You bitches ain't seein this fool cause I'm a gee in this
Nigga, you see this muthafuckin cup? I gotta pee in this
Will it come dirty or clean? Bitch, try again
I drank a gang of water and took all my niacins
Four pills a day to keep the punk-ass P.O.'s away
Hey hey hey, what's happenin on the AK?
Rest in peace for the locs, for they side they died
I don't be foolin shit but is you down for this homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
Nigga, we gotta get them fools on the other side
[ VERSE 3: Jayo Felony ]
In the pen I hit the ill beats on the table
Now I'm quick to start shit up like jumper cables
58715 was my number
Now I'm in your deck for the muthafuckin summer
So all you simps put a chain on your wife
I got gees in the feds and the state alike
Big Ron, Odie-Loc, P Roll ain't no fuckin joke
Fats just got out and now they got Balow
O.G. Thai Stick lettin niggas have it quick
Lil' Booya and Baby Booya take no shit
And these hoes on our dick like body lice, gee
Peace to my niggas Lil Tre Dog and Dicey
E-Dog still locked up for some bullshit
When Big Bull get out your throat's gettin slit
Cause all my niggas are down for the ride
I'm stayin true to this for life, what's happenin on the homicide?
Wanna be
is you is or is you ain't
down
to put in work
on the other side
[Spice 1]
I pack two .44's like Yosemite Sam
Muthafuckas come up shorter than the ghetto gram
If you shittin out a bag, nigga my job aint finished
Got you runnin across the street like do +Menace+
20 inches of Dayton spoke through the neck of the niggas
Wipe my chrome off; it only took a second to kill em
Went through hospital halls, late night like Michael Myers
It aint over till it's over when you fuckin with real riders
Niggas try to pack doobies, pistol whip em and beat em
Light they muthafuckin ass up like the Oakland Coliseum
Nigga you seeing 20/20 when I'm rolling these 20s"
Then I second points in 'em with this thug shit in me
Nigga suck a duck, when the pistal holla
Pop niggas domes like a crystal bottle
Shit, I pop niggas like I'm poppin my colla
Catch a nigga takin a shit and hit em with choppa
[Chorus: Jayo Felony]
Yeah! Ya stupid bitch, ya keep makin us rich
Off this fuckin gang bangin shit
Yeah! Ya stupid trick, you could keep makin us rich
Off this fuckin gang bangin shit
Yeah! Cus the muthafuckin pussy stay wet
Off this fuckin gang bangin shit
Yeah, yeah! These hoes gotta stay wet
Even though it's gang bangin shit
[Jayo Felony]
I fucked up his French braids
Man his whole stockin cap got stretched out
Get the stretcher and stretched him out
I leave 'em all narrow minded and legally blinded
Strain and squint but still you can't see shit
It's One-Shot kill till they all fall dead
His folks get the 8 ball to they bald head
Bullet Loco like what then wrong
While they in they "Thong, Thong, Thong"
I bang like King Kong
It's Peer Pressure; you might find me in the slammer
For beatin niggas to the head bumpa jacks and Dayton hammers
And for the MURDA! I stick to Alabama
Do up, she aint give a fuck if it was on
I pop hot rocks at his curly tops
In front of his girly drop
Sorry his life had to take an early Errrrr!
Make sure he was dead and not Errrrr!
Bust a couple of more to nigga, then I Errrrr!
Do a loco we banged up and out
No doubt, who got the clout? Ouch
If aint no hit, the Dulo gang don't spit
Cus the pussy gotta get wet
Even though it's gang bangin shit
Uh, uh, the bitch pussy gotta stay wet
Even though it's gang bangin shit
Uh, what, the bitch pussy gotta stay wet
[Chorus]
Ever since we came round in 84 alotta shit done came down
Alotta shit done changed now, lotta niggas game round
Lotta niggas hang now, lotta niggas bang now
You startin to get the fame now?
[Verse One]
I just want the change now but how this sposed to change now?
Been fuckin em up on the block but a deck ain't even some change now
So it ain't so strange now, they poppin at my Range now
I just want some grains out nigga check my strangs out
Metalbrook, Moonlight, Marcus where we hang out
Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out
I'm markin niggas banged out
Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin gang now
[Verse Two]
My niggas go the same route, we been peeped this game out
Hoodstas Rich Roll! I'm 4-7 Banged out
They loccin shit we ain't about the Locust Crip we came out
Crip talkin and walkin and my blue strings hang out
Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out
Niggas peep my strangs out so I pull my thangs out
(Nigga let me do my thang now) tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow mutha fuckin Gang, clown
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Three]
Ever since these fag niggas came around the game been fucked and watered down
L-O-C-O when I'm platinum now, ya'll mutha fuckas gettin slaughtered now
You're platinum do I feel ya now, hell naw cuzz, nigga bout to kill ya now
Y'all niggas ain't never gon be shit, but the house on the West Coast is
still the sound
Fuck that nigga get back feel my rounds
Hit bitch, hit licks here kiss the ground
When ya see a nigga killa bout to hit the ground
Ya mutha fuckas know how my spittin sounds
Get rich, get flipped nigga this is Crip, anybody test that get pistolwhipped
That's me and I'm still gonna down em
And set ya like fuck the world mutha fucka this is Crip
Get chips, get rich wit this nigga we come around nigga hit with this
Nigga so jealous he done went and slit his wrist
cuz y'all niggas ain't doin shit wit this
See Bullet Loc and get even bitch, it might even be deceivin bitch
And bullshit we ain't beleivin bitch
when shit get thick y'all leave it quick
Get out the game you got the same sound
still gettin beats from the same clown
Don't look now niggas puttin it down
You've been shakin in ya boots since we came around
Nigga let me do my thang now (Tell these fools the name now)
Notorious DuLow mutha fuckin Gang, clown
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse Four]
Now think about it logically and see how it's soundin odd to me
This niggas a fuckin poodle and I'm hearin he's talkin bout plot to me
Niggas talkin bout boxin me, better be talkin bout poppin me
Choppin me, glockin me, finally fuckin stoppin me
Now that's some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy
Meant to be so it's got to be, niggas hard well not to me
Heard how I rock a beat click click and pop my heat
Droppin G's, poppin keys 2001 still poppin peas
[Verse Five]
Nigga ain't no stoppin me so listen to my prophecy
Did time to pop em see in the penitentary
Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly
None niggas feelin me, none niggas killin me
We goin on a killin spree nigga check your history
Hoodstas ain't no mystery, never ball your fist at me
Bring supreme to twist wit me, niggas slit they wrist for me
This bitch blew a kiss at me now his ass is history
Thugs, Hell yeah ... Love Life!
Find something to live for homie
Understand me? Check it out
[Chorus]
When your paper keep backin up do you love life?
When you hit some of that there bomb bomb do you love life?
When you're kickin it wit yo girlfriend do you love life?
When you're kickin it wit yo boyfriend do you love life? x2
[Verse One]
The birds, the trees, four oceans and seven seas
See I'm wit my girl and I'ma love this world, homie I ain't tryna leave
And at night I love when ya come to me in your bra and your panties
Your soft lips taste like candy, ahhh!
Cuz when I'm kickin it wit my girlfriend I just love life
Carry away from trouble now my mind is just as sharp as a knife
I'm tryna live so I ask the Lord keep me away from the wicked
Goin back when we met for the very first time like baby can we kick it?
See we became as one and I always respected you
Through the good and the bad times I was right there, I protected you
Dis our world, just me and you and I never tripped off rome
What I need wit all these ol' hamburgers when I got the steak at home
[Chorus x2]
[Verse Two]
Taught me to pray for my enemies, new beginners, my battles I'm winnin em
I'm simply beefin, if they ever try to start fights I'm endin em
It's all for show when I speak it's from the heart and thats on me
Hit em on time and tell him that I'm here for L-I-F-E
Do you love life when you wit yo better half of ya life?
Which'll be which or rich when you're just gettin by?
Do you get dubs in them guts and give em somethin he can feel?
Or do you come fast and ask for a hot meal?
See I put it down and if he disrespects ya, get racked up
What?! Act up get smacked up you're boo gon only get jacked up
Let the chips stack up while we plottin they moves
She down wit me, win or lose, Chuck Taylors and County Blues
But everybody else they went and turned their backs too quick
Heard it was all over until I hit em up wit new shit
But I know the real and the real is this, can't count times you was there for me
I know what's crackin no questions see I know you gosta care for me
[Chorus x2]
[Verse Three]
Do you want more outta life? Always said it's not what whatcha got
Some say they'll never be satisfied til they rot
You better learn how to love life, what makes you feel good inside?
If it's on with you and yours than you can't let that slide
Take advantage, we did enough damage now lets bond
Keep them evil spirits away now lets move on, and you wrote that in song
But you already know where my heart at
Impressed by your intelligence but that ass was fat
Want me to jack it up like a 6-4 and flip it up like a Flab Jack
When I give it up give it what you could tell me to take somethin back
How you like that? Am I too rough or do you like when I'm rough with stuff?
It's your choice when I give it up, fast or slow can't get enough
In due time you'll get used to all I got to give
But do I want to enjoy this crazy life that I live?
You gotta be ready, layin here wit me all sweaty
Damn you musta put somethin in my spagetti, beotch
[Chorus x4]
Yeah! I love it Come along ahh
[Jayo Felony]
One Shot…Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning (up in the mornin)
Serve the whole Roc-A-Fela camp like this here (killa! killa!)
All the money in the world couldn't save y'all from the sad whoopin (let's
get it ridin)
Keep shadow boxing and practicin
But it aint gon help ya
Cus it's all natural, keep all terrain
They wonder where did I get the heart to check ya, neglect ya
Don't get caught up in my set no Roc-A-Fella diserspecta
It's on and ain't no turnin back, I bang while I'm telling this
I'm about to put hit out in a form while I'm using my alias
I keep but by then, SD we ride in
Got 'em woderin how ya One Shot Kill just slide in
I'm like mama feel me, just look at what I did
Help Beanie and Memphis Bleek over on Coronado Bridge
And y'all both supposed to be deceased before the police come and find me
Got your own homies screamin, "Bullet Loc we love that money"
No advantage by distributing now we get the same cash
For my skills, I kidnapped Amil in bang dash
Caught up Russle Simmons, quickly collected my ransom
Put a straight jacket on me cuz I'm throwin a tantrum
Me and my Dulo gangbangas ride-ride and smash
You can sign Daz and Kurupt I'm still gon bust on yo ass
[Hook x2]
Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then
Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then
Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men
[Jayo Felony]
They skip to this and hop
They crip to this and drop
They top and pop they collas
Homies in Impalas
Yeah she look like a dime but hotta than a hot model
But she always bring her smoke and her own bottle
I fear nothing to keep
Comin with heat I hit the street
Enemy goals come at me foul
I bust 'em in they bowels
It's nothing to slay my comp, but do away with these scrubs
Carry "SD" on my shoulders, money, diamonds and drugs
They go from broke and don't get choked out, let my locs out
Dulo gang rida doped out, with a smoke out
I'm like Tyson, man I make you all start singin then retire
I cuss like Richard Pryor, voice strong as a choir
I'm in a rage ridin for life and Roc-A-Fella can't calm me
Instead trying of building an army why they tryin to disarm me?
But I'm still laughin while I got 'em duckin and runnin
Don't get scared now the new album Crip Hop comin
[Hook x2]
Y'all better tell Jay-Z I catch 'em in the mornin
Loco Recordship and platinum Roc-A-Fella is gon then
Call up my hood if it's on, it's on then
Y'all been perpetratin cheese, y'all the wrong men
[Jayo Felony]
I'm all up in NYC this NAC
Saw a fat girl named Beanie up in MTV
What's happenin cuz, what up money?
This fo we crip Piiiiimp, 'fore I blink this nigga dip
I expect that ho like you've been known to run off
I would of took flight if you would have sneezed or cough
And the females that was wit it was like "Money was scared yo"
Cus they all know Bullet Loc from the big 4-0
Talkin about on Sunset he runs sets
I'm like cuz, it ain't one set on Sunset, what the hell is that?
Y'all singin about "Changin the Game"
I'ma have you changin ya name
Cuz, get back before I pop ya brains
Always mean what I say, and I stay Blued Up!
You make 9 songs in 2 days and still can't fade "Trued Up"
Come and see a real rida on yo block is where I pot at
You can't even rock Marcy without getting shot at
[CHORUS]
Ever since we came 'round and able
A lot of shit done came down
A lot of shit done changed now
A lot of niggas came 'round
A lot of niggas hang now
A lot of niggas bang now, start to get the fame now
[VERSE 1: Scar]
I just want the change now, but how they 'posed to change now
Been sockin' 'em up on my block and shit for 'bout a decade and some change now
So it ain't so strange now, they poppin' at my Range now
I done blew some brains out, nigga check my strangs out
Meadowbrooke, Moonlight, Market where we hang out
Banged out for the daytime, but the night made bullets rang out
My Market niggas banged out, Bay Loc...Jayo
My Crip and Blood homies got love from every fuckin' gang now
[Bay Loc]
My niggas go the same route, we've been peeped this game out
Hoodsta's rich roll, I'm 47 banged out
The joke and shit we ain't about, the loc is Crip and came out
Crip talkin' and walkin' til my blue strings came out
Bitches scream my name out, the hood turned this game out
Niggas peep my strangs out so I pulls my thang out
Nigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow motherfuckin' Gang clown
[CHORUS x2]
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
Ever since these fag niggas came around
The game been fucked and watered down
L-O-C-O comin' at you clown, y'all motherfuckers gon' get slaughtered now
You're platinum do I feel you now, hell no cuz nigga 'bout to kill you now
Y'all niggas ain't never gonna be shit
But a house on the west coast is still the sound
Fuck that, nigga get back, feel my rounds, hit bitch, hit licks, hit, kick
the ground
When this anybody killer nigga hit the ground
You motherfuckers know how my Smith-n sound
Get chips, get flipped, nigga this is Crip
Anybody test that gets pistol whipped
That's me and I'm still going out on a stretcher like
-"FUCK THE WORLD MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS CRIP"
Get chips, get rich with this, think we could rap and make a hit with this
Nigga so jealous he the one who slit his wrists
Cuz y'all faggots ain't doing shit with this
C Bullet Loc will get even bitch and it might even be this evening bitch
And bullshit we don't believe it bitch, when shit get thick y'all need to quit
Get out the game you got the same sound, still gettin' beats from the same clown
Don't look now niggas puttin' it down
You was shakin' in your boots since we came around
Nigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now
Notorious Dulow motherfuckin' Gang clown
[CHORUS x3]
[VERSE 3: SCAR]
Now think about it logically and see how it's sounding odd to me
This nigga's a fuckin' fool and I'm hearin' he's talking about boxing me
Nigga talking about boxing me, better be talking about poppin' me
Choppin' me, Glockin' me, finally fuckin' stoppin' me
That's some shit I got to see, Dulow Gang was prophecy
Meant to be so it got to be, niggas hard, well not to me
Hurtin' how I rock a beat, click click and pop my heat
Droppin' G's, coppin' ki's, 2001 still poppin' p's
[Bay Loc]
Nigga ain't no stoppin' me so listen to my prophecy
Did time with Poppa C in the penitentiary
Bang when they mention me, spit so vividly
Numb niggas feelin' me, none niggas killin' me
We going on a killing spree, nigga check your history
Hoodsta's ain't no mystery, never ball your fists at me
Bring some green and twist with me, niggas slit their wrists for me
His bitch blew a kiss at me, now his ass is history
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
12 noon in the hood, Hennessy on the rocks, that is my potion
Bitches singin that sad love song like Billy Ocean
But to them hoochie hoodrats (I) give em no leeway
So now I'm peelin out hittin switches on a freeway
Leanin to the side (right) bouncin when I hit a dip
Slowin down so my CD won't skip
When trip I'm pullin up on all-gold D's
The orange bud is sticky, crack a forty with the O.G.'s
And it was cool until they put me up on the scoop:
"Yo Loc, I saw your main bitch in a coupe
Whooptie-whoop and they were goin to the mo-mo"
So I'm thinkin: Oh no, it's time to roll to the pad and get my .44
No hoe is worth another case, get out my face
As I bring it to the table like grace
Bitch, and I want nothin else to do with you
Speed on, hurry up and get gone because I'm through with you
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
Not givin a damn about a punk bitch, it's all about the sex, man
Cause if the Loc take a fizzall you're goin to the next man
Prraw, prraw, prraw, that's how my toolie sound
When I pullin off on her
Cause I don't want her
You know what I'm sayin?
I wasn't born with that bitch
And I ain't gon die with that bitch
And I tell that bitch to split quick
And prraw sounds I make out the pipes on my muthafuckin 64
But let me get back on this bitch, though
My O.G.'s raised me to never ever let them hoes plays me
I pray that you save me, they pushin up daisies
Cause if I caught you in bed with Ted and Fred
That still wouldn't make me put no strap to my head
Bullet Loc stayin tall, though, through it all, though
Some of y'all ain't good for nothin but a bootie call, though
Yo, so I'm off in the wind and stayin true
Speed on, hurry up and get gone because I'm through with you
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
(Prraw prraw prraw, that's how my toolie sound)
When I'm pullin off on those bitches
Cause your game ain't tight
(Prraw prraw prraw, that's how my toolie sound)
When I'm pullin off on those bitches
Cause your game ain't tight
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
There's a pijama party goin down...
Fool, you should know that I'm with that
The baddest hoes in the world want the Bullet Loc to hit that
I'm on the prowl, I'll be the one gettin my stroke on
I never hesitates to get my loc on
Ugh, get my smoke on ,but you know that's only right, though
The po-po wanna know why my eyes low
But I got a surprise, though
Pedal to the flo', that's how I peel out
Drink won't spill out, chill out and let my crop sprout
I'm out it's on ( ? ) takin it easy
Bitch, don't try to hide when you see me
Your game is wack, so stay the fuck back
I drop you off at the bus stop to give that horse his tail back
You been dismissed, dissed like snotty tissue
Get outta here, disappear bitch, but I won't miss you
And they all know what a real gee'll do with you
Straight give the boot to that ass because I'm through with you
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
Bitch, I'm through with you
It's too late to act right
( ? )
Cause your game ain't tight
(Prraw prraw prraw, that's how my toolie sound)
When I'm pullin off on a bitch
Cause your game ain't tight
(Prraw prraw prraw, that's how my toolie sound)
When I'm pullin off on those bitches
Kick that shit...
I don't drink brass monkey
Like to be funky
Nickname Bullet Loc
Your 8-ball junkie
Bass drum kickin' to show my shit
Rockin', holdin' my dick
I don't quit
Crowd rockin' muthafucka from around the way
I got a six-shooter, yo, mean I'm brave
Rollin' through the hood
To find the boys
Kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise
Police on my drawers
I have to pause
40 Ounce's in my lap and it's freezin' my balls
Hook a right turn, let the boys go past
Then I say to myself: "They can kiss my ass!"
Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits
Turn the shit up had the bass on high on
Cruisin' through the East Side, South ??
Seen the bitch ass
Then I say word
Took a look at the face and the bitch was street curb
Ho's on my dick for the title I'm holdin'
Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin
[Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock] In the cityyyyy
[Flavor Flav] Kick that shit
Ridin' on ??? weed is on ???
Turned down the sound
And ditch the law
Stopped at a light and had a fit
Cause old bitch almost wrecked my shit
Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor
Bottle was empty so I went to the store
Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk
See an enemy on mine, had to go in my trunk
Reached inside cause it's like that
Came back out with a silver gat
Fired at the punk and it was all ?? cause
I had to show the nigga what time it was
Pulled out the heat
And like a mirage
A busta like that got out of dodge
Sucker's on me cause the title I'm holdin'
Bullet Loc's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin'
[Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock] In the cityyyyy
[Flavor Flav] Kick that shit
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand
Take it in a bottle, 40, quart or can
Drink it like a madman, yes I do
Fuck the police and the 5.0 too
Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell
3 bitches already said: "Ohh Bullet your breath smells!"
40 ounce in hand
That's what I got
(Yo, you see Bullet earlin' in the parkin lot?)
Stepped on your foot, cold dissed your ho'
Asked her to dance and she said: "Hell no!"
Called her a bitch cause that's the rule
(Bitch, who d'you callin' a bitch?)
Boyz in the hood tryin' to keep me cool
Tell your homeboy you wanna kick my butt
I walked in your face and we get 'em up
I start droppin' the dogs
And watch you fold
Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold
(Ah aha, made you look sick you snotty nosed prick
Now your fly bitch is all over his dick)
Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin'
Bullet Loc fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'
[Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock] In the cityyyyy
[Flavor Flav] Kick that shit
Pass the brew muthafucka while I tear shit up
And y'all listen up close to roll call
Bullet Loc's in this bitch, I got money and juice
Blue crooks with me and we make the deuce
Ant Banks makes the beats so muthafuckin' funky
Do the Olde 8
Fuck the brass monkey
I write all the rhymes
That I say
Hail to the niggas from C.I.A.
Blue Tray is down and in effect
We make hardcore jams so fuck respect
Make a toast blue beast to the title I'm holdin'
Bullet Loc's fucked up and got the 8-ball rollin'
[Ronnie Hudson's West Coast Pop Lock] In the cityyyyy
Yeah yeah nigga
Bullet Loc is in this biotch
Rest In Peace to my nigga Eazy-E
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha what!
In the cityyyyy (San Diego)
[Flavor Flav] Kick that shit
In the cityyyyy (San Diego)
It's the Locc I let the funk boom like thunder
Grew up funk like Davis now I got braids like Stevie Wonder
Get my sag on my momma get her dag on
Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone
You can stare all day but just don't step
on my Blue Suede shoes to get here I pay dues
BRRAOW BRAOW that's how my toolie sound
when I'm drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin in the wind
And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony
T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me
Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it
And drinkin Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated
I'm a Y-C, I guess that's why the one-time is followin me
But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowin me
But I just shake my head and say "Damn!" (Ha ha)
Cos I'm just goin to the sto', to get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams
Chorus:
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon' be everythang
I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump
I put that on my set that I make everybody jump
Fool don't move until my ride hit the flo', word!
Boom booms in my rag '6-4
That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang
Dogs in my hood still bumpin fo' thangs
It's me, the B-U-double L-E-T, better known as Felony
T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailin, C/see
And I'm just tryin to keep my sanity
Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family
Right, and just to let you know I don't care
I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there
You can't see me fool, I'm locced out
Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out
Askin for a gang of change and I say "Damn!"
All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams
Chorus (x2)
French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back
Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack
Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high
Hope that you see another sunny blue sky
Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know
She's made cos the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow
Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home
Her and some greasy fat fool rollin in the Brougham
But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high
Cos in the South Beach streets it's do or die
Wave em to the Eastside, yeah wave em to the West
comin up with the bomb, no stress
Guess and Master Jay makin funk tracks
So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back
I listen to the flow and I just say "Damn!"
As I'm rollin thru the hood, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
I knew I was gone before they even put the handcuffs on
A whole chicken in the back of the Brougham
Rocked up, so I knew that I was locked up
Got a good lawyer but can't do nothin for ya
But they got chronic, I chills and get my puff on
Eat Ramen, hit my fifi, lift weights and get my buff on
These hoochies are trippin but I expect that, see
All on another fool's jock but they can't get a dime from me
But you my gee, see, and we supposed to be tight
So why the fuck you didn't send me no kite?
I been down for two and ain't heard a thing from you
See, that ain't the thang to do, let's keep this bangin true, blue
If it was you, you would want me to do the same thing
How you gon' slip and leave your homie on the hang?
I gots no time for you busters and you snitches
This is for the real - niggas and the bitches
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
I had a down one, she kept my books on fat
We used to do it like this, then we would do it like that
This is for the real, to hell with the faker
I was on my bunk bed bumpin Anita Baker
Wishin I was in a hot thub gettin my back rubbed
Instead of bein in here with 4'000 thugs
I remember all the letters you wrote and the cards you sent
And them ends when you had to pay rent
But you would always get yours and couldn't nothin stop ya
Tight Guess and K-Swiss lookin proper
And you were proud to be Ms. Bullet Loco
Fool, don't phantasize off my foto
Even though you knew I was mackin you still stuck with me
Remindin me to stay sucker free
And when I touched down you kickin in straight riches
This is for the real - niggas and the bitches
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
And now I'm fresh out, I was a C but they doubt me
Much love to the bitches that didn't forget about me
Because I surely won't forget about you
And everybody knows what the fuck I'm gon' do
Blow up from the flo' up, grow up and don't be to' up
The hoes that tried to clown, I diss them hookers like throw-up
I'm tryin to learn to keep my black ass on the streets
No more shackles on my feet
Makin funky hits like this I can't miss
Jam-Master Jay and T-Funk and my nigga Cool Chris
So when I'm at a picnic gettin my mob on
Don't walk up on me, we might have to get our squab on
And my female got a mouthpiece
Protection for the wicked streets of Southeast
My day is too short for you marks and you snitches
I got your card, fool, you think that niggas ain't deep
You called me nigga, now my homies put that cracker to sleep
I'm ready to set-trip, nigga, go get your shit
I'm ready to slit, no fuckin joke
Bullet Loc, I'm comin to slit your throat
I'm in the chow hall ( ? ) nigga for pork chops
Wonderin will it ever stop
Black, whites and s.a.'s on ( ? )
But you got your strap and I got my strap and you gon' do your thang
And I gots no love for you cause nigga, you not from my gang
So you take your side and I take my side and ride till we all die
Homicide the opposite of suicide
How does it feel to have that shank in ya?
Ugh, Mr. Ray Dog is gankin ya
Ah, battery pack to the back of the dome
Parole shot me down, so it ain't no goin home
So now I won't see board for a year
But in between I'm loc'in up, shakin a few and drinkin a bottle a of Thorazine
Dazed out, wishin that I could come back
In the rubberroom ass-naked holdin my sack
But no doubt, I gets back out in six months time
They bustin a spread to celebrate, right, back on main line
Bust some flicks for a couple of bitches before I do work
Cause when I'm puttin it down, it ain't no tellin who get hurt
Cause I be kickin up all this dust without no fuckin trigger
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