Jayo Felony

End Of The World

Jayo Felony


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 

Chorus 2x 

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.