Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song J.A.Y.O., artist - Ice Cube. Album song Whatcha Gonna Do, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.08.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rush Associated Labels
Song language: English
J.A.Y.O. |
Jayo: What, what, what, what? |
To all my niggas and females who don’t |
give a mad ass fuck: 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: 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 (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 |
Underbuckets, 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 |
D.J. |
your party because I got scratch like Red Alert |
Chorus 2x (Jayo Felony): |
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? |
Jayo Felony: |
Picture about me rolling through the country |
With a spaceship on gold D’s, taking over the world |
Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic |
And I’m looking loc’d out in my chucks |
Cube right behind me, throwing Westside 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 S.D., 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 your 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! |
Ice Cube: |
Uh, uh, uh, uh 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 emporer |
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 t.v., my niggas love it E-40: 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, |
biiootch! |
Perkin, up in this ho, nigga. |