Jay-O-Felony - Money Scheme lyrics

[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*