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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
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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
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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
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Chorus 2x
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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.
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J.A.Y.O.
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Jayo Felony |