Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Call Me Nigga, artist - Jayo Felony. Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Song language: English
Don't Call Me Nigga |
| I got your card, fool, you think that niggas ain’t deep |
| You called me nigga, now my homies put that cracker to sleep |
| I’m ready to set-trip, nigga, go get your shit |
| I’m ready to slit, no fuckin joke |
| Bullet Loc, I’m comin to slit your throat |
| I’m in the chow hall (?) nigga for pork chops |
| Wonderin will it ever stop |
| Black, whites and s.a.'s on (?) |
| But you got your strap and I got my strap and you gon' do your thang |
| And I gots no love for you cause nigga, you not from my gang |
| So you take your side and I take my side and ride till we all die |
| Homicide the opposite of suicide |
| How does it feel to have that shank in ya? |
| Ugh, Mr. Ray Dog is gankin ya |
| Ah, battery pack to the back of the dome |
| Parole shot me down, so it ain’t no goin home |
| So now I won’t see board for a year |
| But in between I’m loc’in up, shakin a few and drinkin a bottle a of Thorazine |
| Dazed out, wishin that I could come back |
| In the rubberroom ass-naked holdin my sack |
| But no doubt, I gets back out in six months time |
| They bustin a spread to celebrate, right, back on main line |
| Bust some flicks for a couple of bitches before I do work |
| Cause when I’m puttin it down, it ain’t no tellin who get hurt |
| Cause I be kickin up all this dust without no fuckin trigger |
| So now you understand why no cracker don’t call me nigga |