Welcome back to the East Side
T-Funk and the Chemist
Jayo Felony
And the ultimate sh** right now
Is for me to do a show for my n***as in the pen
Bring sh** together
Cause this is where we'll all be
Peep game
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]
I rolls off with your sh**, 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 sh** 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 s**ed and f** till I'm yawnin
But I gotta go report in the mornin
f** it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, f** 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 a** and put me in the f**in van
I'm goin straight to Donovan, no county jail
f**in parole violation, so I can't make bail
The iron bars close, goddamn I hate the sound
But you don't give a f** when you're penitentiary bound
Sit down n***a, it's time to count
The way they got sh** now
Everybody's penitentiary bound
[VERSE 2: Jayo Felony]
(? ) come, come, n***a, give me room
I put acid on my tongue and go the f** back to Neptune
Who wanna beef with the East Side Rollin
Hey, get your jaw swollen
This is for every n***a that ever f**ed with a high speed chase
Crashed into a pole, now take that gla** out your face
They comin to get me yo, I don't give a f** no mo
I'm (? ) got the .44, Bullet Loc will dodge the po-po
On the 619 we got no time, for the bullsh** 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 f**in hog, chief
All I see is billy clubs, boots and dog teeth
f** your mama as I bled on the ground
I'm hand-cuffed to the bed and I know I'm penitentiary bound
Sit down n***a, it's time to count
The way they got sh** now
Everybody's penitentiary bound
[VERSE 3: Jayo Felony]
I'm crushin these n***as and b**hes
Cause see, nobody I ever trusted
I hope Joe Sinister don't get his a** 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 sh**
Much love to Kurupt and the Dogg Pound click
From D.C. to NYC trust I smoke dust
I roll with Rush, n***as 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 muthaf**in (? ) bitin my sound
Will I ever play out? n***a, you know - never would
At the end of the world it's gon be dippin through the neighborhood
To be continued