[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***as 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***as 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***as 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]
RRRRAP for free, n***a fu*k 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***as 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
fu*k! 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***as 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
[Hook]
[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***as 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 ho 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!!!
[Hook]
*talking to end*