Baby Bash - Hope I Don't Violate lyrics

[Don Cisco] Yeah Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang Tryin' to do my thang [Chorus: Don Cisco] With my momma up in heaven Hope I don't violate Father and the reverend I hope I don't violate Nino, where my nina Hope I don't violate Primo, where my primas Hope I don't violate The bomb mamacitas Hope I don't violate All my homeys smokin' reifer Hope I don't violate All my nephews and my nieces Hope I don't violate We gon' leave it up to Jesus I hope I don't violate [Verse 1: Don Cisco] Man, I'm fresh out of jail, hope I don't violate But I'm back smokin', so you know my style's great I'm wet (Wet) So I'm drippin' like a faucet Leaky through the track with stunt-tastics, I don't floss it (Wow) Proceed with caution, slow your role But I can't see that option, it's all I know Say I'm, Pollo Loco, but I'm crazy for the chicken Tryin' to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha) Yeah, I'm tryin' to stay out, the mix though Cause every once in a while, they get to get low Kick those, hun, tryin' to get dough Whoever dead, is gettin' laid out, fa' sho The final callin', here we go, yes y'all'in I'm tryin' to stay high while them n***as steady ballin' Two times for my G's that never come back Hopin' I can see you one time, when I touch back [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 2: Jay Tee] Now if they ask about me, tell them, "Real cochino" I'm from the L.V.C., real Latino I'm in the hood (Hood) Just tryin' to feed my family But I ain't doin' good (Uh) I hope you understand me I'm in it, real thick (Thick) What should I do, fool Big Ronnie sick (Sick) I'm hopin' he gon' pull through I'm 'bout to take a ride (Ride) And jump real deep in the game Since my grandma died, I swear we just ain't been the same I bought a one-way ticket, with alcohol flowin' Not even knowin' where I'm goin' Just out here tryin' to make it (Make it) Do every thing but fake it (Fake it) Stress on my mind (Mind) It's so hard to take it I'm back on the grind (Grind) Just look for the guero [whistling] You think I'll ever find (Find) A way up out the ghetto I take another sip (Sip) As both eyes dialate I hear my kids cry (Cries) Hope I don't violate [Repeat Chorus] [Verse 3: Baby Bash] Now I'm losing all my patience, punk violations got me geeking Everytime I'm on feet, seem like, the po's creepin' Ain't sleepin', Playamade Mexican eatin' Should I put on my math and start the trick-o-treatin' Hell naw My primo told me, "Shut that down" They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp Yeah, he a jerk and love to co*k block work And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got that way In the trunk of his Cadillac, 24 K's And I'm tryin' to get that gwhop like twenty-four days Need a solid gold b**h like 24K And I ain't got a job, can I catch me a break Ain't got no shrimp, and ain't got to steak From the AM to the PM, rockin' the colloseum Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum [Repeat Chorus]