[Jayo Felony] Yeah, caught em slippin tryin to order a burrito Then I fucked up his stealo Nigga you know that we low I left him shorter than Skealo (?) wasn't bangin Wasn't his brains wasn't hangin And the next song you'll hear will be choir sangin He think he scared now but see that nigga been afraid Yo pops bust a nut in ya moms in sixty seconds ya +Minute Maid+ It's loco nigga, we keep comin wit heat Boy I keep my shit nappin like Leo on Beach Street I'm used to to never miss cus I got em on heat seak Like Biggie said I'm the nigga that mixed the weed with the meak leak It's in my teams to keep comin wicked The (?) sniper, for some reason I don't get tickets Bullet Loc I only spit that top dolla shit I'm on that pimp of your bay area pop ya colla shit What did y'all ever think that you can blow against me? I'm the grain how the hell you think that you can go against me?
[Chorus x4] I'm the shoota.. One shot kill!
[Jayo Felony] I'm the do', fuck up your flow like the beat off Hit ya bitch while she smellin my dick and skeet off In the nostral, I'm quick to make em all like cows Keep em hostile, cus niggas over here got styles I don't play with these, I smoke em to get away with these Try me please; all MCs get bent like knees To my homies in the pen, my loved ones If it don't get done with five fingas then don't get done I'm quiet and calm and I might give you some dat What I'm really thinkin in my mind is "Nigga, you can't rap" I carry songs like straps you know I'm quick to touch and scream "Fuck a hit" cus I got more spit than Sylvester Hit a tragic with an automatic make you breath like an asthmatic Static, what's that? That shit that get up in my fabric? Uh, while you lazy niggas let time pass I'm in Tahiti with my bitch let go when against I'm up her ass
[Chorus x4] I'm the shoota.. One shot kill!
[Jayo Felony] Always talkin about you jackin, nigga SHUT UP! I got bitches on my team that can squab and rob betta The clutch hitta, and I ain't never been much of a quitta The type of cat that would put your fuckin face in my litta They wanna test, but they know they'll get smack and shit My aim Deadly my middle name Accurate I might spit on a nigga from far away outta spite My eye on you like CBS you're never +Out of Sight+ Right before you hit the corner, I shoot you there Too small to sit at my table, you need a booster chair And you'll never ever hear a nigga say I don't like'im Cus if I don't like'im I quickly Wesley Snipe'im It's Peer Pressure nigga, and I talk to models You couldn't see me with bifocals the size of Coke bottles You a rapper, but MC's flow it the best You heard it from me nigga, FUCK the rest!
M.O.B.B. nigga yeah ahuh ugh yeah cmon now yeah yo yo
aint no party once we crash the party imma squeeze shorty then vacate the party you keep grillin i'll pump pump the shotty put you in the trunk then dump dump the body nigga you dont know you betta ask somebody ya'll get down we gonna clash prob'ly builty snowflake out of the ampacomby i'm tryin to rip britney so i made ja sign me nigga catch me in tha club with a double lead banger im the wrong one to fuck with now i know the promoters im in with the musket pound of the haze and a box of dutches high to the cotton mouth paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out like M.O.P. nigga i'll mash you out if i can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to...gurl we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl) we about to...gurl we about to...gurl (gurl)
yo party over here aint shit over there the Mobb Deep boys got it locked right here wherever we at we keep the cliqs right there so where ever theres beef is gettin fixed right there and they cant stop us they too scared they know a calibur thug shoot at heads nigga Q.B. drop you off at that bridge (bye bye) show you how we do it in Queens murder aint shit nigga this is P talking show you where i live you come right through my crib (cmon) and get a few seers there'll be man slaughter right infront of my kids a little blood get on my daughter, thats nothing she'll live (just whipe that off) got cops shoot to death of us we dont like D's you never catch us runnin with the police (nope) ya'll niggas get ya'll vests up and ya'll better invest in some real heavy bulletproof paneling
Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that turth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow Ya'll niggas got it twisted huh? that liquor up in your U-Charge (U-Charge) that truth come out when u drunk your ass wont make it to see tomorrow
we step up in the club with one thing on our mind thats leave with something get rid of that ring get rid of those cuffs we about to....gurl we about to....gurl (gurl) we about to....gurl we about to...gurl (gurl)
[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 x2: 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 x2]
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.
[Verse 1] It's the end of the world now, yeah! Don't start runnin But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin? But we got a lot of hard heads that don't seem concerned, what? So eternally, you burn An eternity's a long long time, so I wrote a strong rhyme For these Mc's that only talk about chrome nines Pay attention to each line, I'm about to reach mine Be careful cuz they might heat you for just one dime Blaze up and won't think twice about ya, we dyin quicker He's dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor? No value for human life Can't understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can Damn, helpless and starvin, but that's how life goes Can't aford him? Then keep your legs closed Thinkin God won't punish you for what you put that child through Havin babies like it's the thing to do What is this world coming to?
[Chorus x2] Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby We all know it's the end of the world, baby What is this world coming to?!
[Verse 2] The end, and um there ain't no stoppin it I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit You can't stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats How you gon come with that nonsense like it's all good? Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even go to your own hood I should get ya, but I'm a chill and let the rhyme hit ya Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya Some of y'all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll Keep em movin like Tony soul, cuz the game's for sale You could offer me a million, but I'll never tell All the money in world could'nt make me sell out a homey What is a million dollars worth when you're lonely? You spill the beans me and his dirt (..?..) So now I gotta ask myself What is this world coming to?
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3] Couldn't live without a check, please tell me Four on the floor, one in the belly You're kinda smelly Why can't this girl keep her self up, her health up? When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed And buying expensive clothes that you don't even need Still tryin to club it, you can't do that no more So stretched out, the stretch marks can't even stretch no more Five different daddies, damn, ain't none of them around They need to take you off the streets like the (?) A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world? How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl? Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain't no respect Cuz see you don't respect yourself, you need to get in check Got evicted out your pad So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out What is this world coming too?
I don't drink brass monkey, like the beat funky Nickname Eazy-E your 8 ball junkie Bass drum kicking, to show my shit Rap a hole in my dick, boy, I don't quit Crowd rocking motherfucker from around the way I got a six shooter yo mean I am brave Rolling through the hood to find the boys Kick dust and cuss crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezing my balls Hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whomping Cruising through the east side south of Compton See a big ass and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Riding on Slauson looking for Crenshaw Turned down the sound to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit Cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tip cause I was drunk See a sissy ass punk had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk and it was all because I had to show the nigger what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage A sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 Ball rolling
Verse Three: Eazy-E
Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman yes I do Fuck the police and a 5-0 too Stepped in the park I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric your breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy urlin' in the parking lot?" Stepped on your foot cold dissed your hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell No!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule Boyz n tha Hood trying to keep me cool Tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get on up I start dropping the dogs and watch you fall Just dumb full of cumn got knocked out cold "Make you look sick you snotty nosed prick! Now your fly bitche is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
Verse Four: Eazy-E
Pass the brew mother fucker while I tear shit up and yall listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so goddamn funky Do the Olde 8 fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggas from CIA Crazy D is down and in effect We make hard core jams so fuck respect Make a toast all you punks to the title I'm holding Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rolling
