Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hope I Don't Violate , by - Baby Bash. Release date: 16.05.2011
Song language: English
Hope I Don't Violate |
| Yeah |
| Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang |
| Tryin' to do my thang |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas steady ballin' |
| Two times for my G’s that never come back |
| Hopin' I can see you one time, when I touch back |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 cock 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 bitch 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 |