Jayo Felony - J.A.Y.O. (Justice Against Y'all Oppressors) lyrics

(feat. E-40 and Ice Cube) [Jayo:] What, what, what, what? To all my n***as and females who don't Give a mad a** f**: Get your sh**, cause we ride tonight! Any Questions? We just against y'all oppressors. So all you house n******gs Stay in the motherf**ing house. Cause y'all ain't got no business Outside anyway [E-40:] E-40, Ice Cube and Jayo Felony E-40, Ice Cube on my 619 doing my work The Super Bowl was at San Diego Sitting back with Felony, Jayo I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (fedder) 25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona Belted like the rifleman Call me Chuck O'Conner Gliding, heading towards Mexico Sliding, with an empty bottle of X.O Riding dept play for kept find out where they slept Scotch taped to the neck Slid on out like a vet Big old, gigantic West Coast n***as tripping on they set Underbuckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys Decoys, d-boys, searching for destroys Cocaine for the b**h made Heart pumping cool-aid Sorrow but Simple Simon a** n***as that call theyselves timin' Dictionary rhymin, Princess Kadymin Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding Clockwork, all about my dirt calls D.J. your party because I got scratch like Red Alert [Chorus x2: Jayo Felony] We just against y'all oppressors so don't try to oppress me/Hold me down And arrest me/Causing me problems and stress me/Why these punks wanna Test me?/Why these punks wanna test me?/Why these jealous motherf**ers Wanna stress me and test me? [Jayo Felony:] Picture about me rolling through the country With a spaceship on gold D's, taking over the world Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic And I'm looking loc'd out in my chucks Cube right behind me, throwing Westside up! Not giving a feez-nuck! What? I'm crushing my competition And you'll soon find out if you're dissing Come along!, from the bay to the S.D., We stay on a mission My destination in this game is to have the whole world love me From geri-curl and go-tee and have them stop the Old E My 3 wheels and my g's and your supposed to check out my melody Trying to get a salary, hoe give me celery Fool, I'm Jayo Felony Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers Throwing high signing and I'm touching ya Put em in my zone and my mold When I explode, no time to reload From yo God, to word up, loc, we got it sewed With the E and the W, slanging them over the boulder shoulders Much love to the north and the south Let's take this over Navigators and Range Rovers, don't test me! [Ice Cube:] Uh, uh, uh, uh Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer f** 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 f**ing geek in a wire Test the fire attire That a**, go through the broken gla** n***as mash and ask, I'm the last emporer The temperature, heated, remain undefeated We waited, we greeted by the motherf**ing law In the south they say "Get out the f**ing car" It's raw, E-40's lyrics f**ing caviar I believe these dirty pigs know who we are If they pull something start dumping Don't say nothing And if they show it on real t.v., my n***as love it [Chorus x2] E-40: See, there it is there. So be it. And you better know it. E-40 Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that n***a Ice Cube and my big potna out The San Die..San Die..San Di-leggo my motherf**ing eggo b**h! Jayo Felony. We slide out in a luxurious a** Winnebago, Winnebago Biiootch!! Perkin, up in this ho, n***a