| Jayo: What, what, what, what? |
| To all my niggas and females who don’t
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| give a mad ass fuck: Get your shit, cause we ride tonight! |
| Any
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| questions? |
| We just against y’all oppressors. |
| So all you house niggers
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| stay in the motherfucking house. |
| Cause y’all ain’t got no business
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| outside anyway.
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| E-40: E-40, Ice Cube and Jayo Felony
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| E-40, Ice Cube on my 619 doing my work
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| The Super Bowl was at San Diego
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| Sitting back with Felony, Jayo
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| I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (fedder)
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| 25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona
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| Belted like the rifleman
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| Call me Chuck O’Conner
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| Gliding, heading towards Mexico
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| Sliding, with an empty bottle of X.O.
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| Riding dept play for kept find out where they slept
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| Scotch taped to the neck
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| Slid on out like a vet
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| Big old, gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set
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| Underbuckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys
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| Decoys, d-boys, searching for destroys
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| Cocaine for the bitch made
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| Heart pumping cool-aid
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| Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin'
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| Dictionary rhymin, Princess Kadymin
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| Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding
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| Clockwork, all about my dirt calls
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| D.J. |
| your party because I got scratch like Red Alert
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| Chorus 2x (Jayo Felony):
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| We just against y’all oppressors so don’t try to oppress me/Hold me down
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| and arrest me/Causing me problems and stress me/Why these punks wanna
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| test me?/Why these punks wanna test me?/Why these jealous motherfuckers
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| wanna stress me and test me?
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| Jayo Felony:
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| Picture about me rolling through the country
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| With a spaceship on gold D’s, taking over the world
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| Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic
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| And I’m looking loc’d out in my chucks
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| Cube right behind me, throwing Westside up!
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| Not giving a feez-nuck! |
| What?
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| I’m crushing my competition
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| And you’ll soon find out if you’re dissing
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| Come along!, from the bay to the S.D., We stay on a mission
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| My destination in this game is to have the whole world love me
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| >From geri-curl and go-tee and have them stop the Old E.
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| My 3 wheels and my g’s and your supposed to check out my melody
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| Trying to get a salary, hoe give me celery
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| Fool, I’m Jayo Felony
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| Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers
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| Throwing high signing and I’m touching ya Put em in my zone and my mold
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| When I explode, no time to reload
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| >From yo God, to word up, loc, we got it sewed
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| With the E and the W, slanging them over the boulder shoulders
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| Much love to the north and the south
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| Let’s take this over
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| Navigators and Range Rovers, don’t test me!
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| Ice Cube:
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer
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| Fuck the oppressor
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| Possessor of a mini 14 behind my dresser
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| Faze one, blaze one, the representation of my nation
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| It’s Jay one on the spray gun springing leaks
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| In your physique, got nines on you as we speak
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| Laughing loud as we eat
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| You fucking geek in a wire
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| Test the fire attire
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| That ass, go through the broken glass
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| Niggas mash and ask, I’m the last emporer
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| The temperature, heated, remain undefeated
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| We waited, we greeted by the motherfucking law
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| In the south they say «Get out the fucking car»
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| It’s raw, E-40's lyrics fucking caviar
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| I believe these dirty pigs know who we are
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| If they pull something start dumping
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| Don’t say nothing
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| And if they show it on real t.v., my niggas love it E-40: See, there it is there. |
| So be it. |
| And you better know it. |
| E-40
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| Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that nigga Ice Cube and my big potna out
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| the San Die. |
| San Die.San Di-leggo my motherfucking eggo bitch! |
| Jayo
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| Felony. |
| We slide out in a luxurious ass Winnebago, Winnebago,
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| biiootch! |
| Perkin, up in this ho, nigga. |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song J.A.Y.O. , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album Whatcha Gonna Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп