[jayo] w-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[e-40] beotch!
Mobster, turn that sh** up!
[jayo] yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh
[e-40] sinister sh**
[jayo] uh-huh uh-huh what?
[e-40] jayo, jayo smell me on this one
[e-40]
Jayo (jayo)
I hope i don't ever have to go back to slangin
Llello (llello) but if i do that's what i do (that's what i do)
*repeat 2x*
Verse one: e-40
Grindin out of my aunties, backyard that's the chronic
I been havin more candy than a pinata, more cake than betty crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker, cause i'm fake id havin
Strikin and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
From the n***a with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin that capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the next n***a
I love money plus i'm labelled rough rider
Known for bringin b**h a** n***az out of hidin
[jayo felony]
Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back
To sellin sherm sticks, but if i do that's what i do
Charlie hustle, i hope i won't have to go back
To sellin loop loop, but if i do that's what i do
Verse two: jayo felony
I stabs a n***a, and kool-aid came out
Cause his heart pumps kool-aid, so i mixed it with my thunderchicken
Barely livin, and smokin headache with a deuce-deuce
Now i gotta put my snub nosed back to use
I'm dangerous it gets crucial, cause i loves conflict
f** a headache i'm jackin n***az for pounds of bomb sh**
And now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, n***a what that mean to me? b**h!
When you shoot crooked it's cartwright, on site i'm takin flight
It's gon' rain on your head, i'm tearin the roof off this b**h tonight
As you fall like guy, for tryin to swipe my pie
n***a die while your b**h give up the beaumont
Chorus:
[jayo] all my n***az havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!)
Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!)
*repeat 2x*
[jayo] all my b**hes havin fancy dreams! (fancy dreams!)
Comin up cause we all on a money scheme! (a money scheme!)
*repeat 2x*
Verse three: e-40
Krrrrack the freight, n***a f** the hype
Beotch! you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin loud!
Systemized, a triple striker, when i was born
My mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah cause i'm a rider
Sole survivor, hillsider, 1400 block magazine street
Narcotic ? bomb preparer h**n provider
I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad doggin n***az like the
Like the grinch who stole christmas
I like to, like to, finger f** b**hes up in clubs
Take her home and get rug burns on my nuts!
Stuck! gordon's gin and donald duck
Nut! all on her spine and on her bu*t
f**! major clientele (major clientele)
Then i pa** it to my n***a mista jayo
Verse four: jayo felony
? up the gla** is shatterin, b**h it ain't matterin
They scatterin, see me and forty start splatterin
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
n***az that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games
f** a b**h, why? cause skeezers don't please us
So i just go around sippin fine wine like jesus
And everytime i bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin moesha brandy, head spinnin like hundred spokes
Chorus
Verse five: jayo felony
Still drinkin krypton
Brothers is snapple then i snap like a snapping turtle
n***a, sh**tin on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own sh**, fruits, vegetables and tobacco
It's third down and forty n***a
You know you gon' get tackled
Get your land while you can old man
n***az so dope they named me twice like duran duran
k**a n***a put honey on em, and feed em to my hogs
See i leave no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's flow
Lil' b**h, we the sh** because the people said so
You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means lettin these motherf**ers have it!
Verse six: e-40
n***a got out of line, i had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherf**er got out of place, i had to chop him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
Nickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation cause i was saggin and draggin
My b-ah-b**h, by her w-uh-weave
I had to, i had to make the b**h bleed! last new year's eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin pan, my attitude wasn't carin
Backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
More ki's than a janitor
It gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin on a roach, loitering in a mcdonald's parkin lot
Throwin up gang signs
To ? as if he was some kind of first base coach
I luh i like my egg poached, hard over easy!!!
In the drive through, hollerin at her breezy!!!
Chorus
*talking to end*