J.a.y.o. Lyrics - Singles - Jayo Felony

What, what, what, what? To all my niggas and females 

That don't give a mad ass fuck, give a fuck at your shit 

Get your shit 'cause we ride tonight, any questions? 

We just against y'all oppressors, so all you house niggers 

Stay in the motherfucking house 

'Cause y'all ain't got no business outside anyway 

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 

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 niggas tripping on they set 

Under buckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys 

Decoys, D-boys, searching for destroys 

Cocaine for the bitch made heart pumping cool-aid 

Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin' 

Dictionary rhymin', Princess Kadymin 

Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding 

Clockwork, all about my dirt calls 

DJ your party 'cause I got scratch like Red Alert 

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 motherfuckers wanna stress me and test me? 

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 motherfuckers wanna stress me and test me? 

Picture about me rolling through the country 

With a spaceship on gold D's taking over the world 

Scooping up violator parolees, smoking hash and chronic 

And I'm looking locked out in my chucks 

Cube right behind me, throwing west side 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 SD, 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 you're 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 

Don't test me, nigga, don't test me 

[Incomprehensible], biatch 

Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer, fuck 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 fucking geek in a wire 

Test the fire attire that ass, go through the broken glass 

Niggas mash and ask, I'm the last emperor 

The temperature heated remain undefeated 

We waited, we greeted by the motherfucking law 

In the south they say, "Get out the fucking car" 

It's raw, E-40's lyrics fucking 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 TV, my niggas love it 

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 motherfuckers wanna stress me and test me? 

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 motherfuckers wanna stress me and test me? 

See, there, it is there, so be it and you better know it 

E-40, Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that nigga Ice Cube 

And my big potna out the San Die, San Die, San Di-leggo 

My motherfucking eggo bitch, Jayo Felony 

We slide out in a luxurious ass Winnebago, Winnebago 

Biatch, perkin' up in this hoe, nigga