[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony] 12 noon in the hood, Hennessy on the rocks, that is my potion Bitches singin that sad love song like Billy Ocean But to them hoochie
so I pulls my thang out Nigga let me do my thang now, tell these fools the name now Notorious Dulow motherfuckin' Gang clown [CHORUS x2] [VERSE 2: Jayo Felony
Thugs, Hell yeah ... Love Life! Find something to live for homie Understand me? Check it out [Chorus] When your paper keep backin up do you love life
[Jayo] Uh huh Get low baby! Come on! [Verse 1] It's the end of the world now, yeah! Don't start runnin But could you possibly run when you know that
where we hang out Banged out by the day pound but by the night make bullets rang out I'm markin niggas banged out Rey Loc, Jayo, my Crip and Blood homies
niggas domes like a crystal bottle Shit, I pop niggas like I'm poppin my colla Catch a nigga takin a shit and hit em with choppa [Chorus: Jayo Felony
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
(feat. Crook) LOCO! [Hook x4] Hotta, Hotta, Hotta Than Fish Grease! [Jayo Felony] Can't see you where you run you boo boo You might need me to come
(feat. Soopafly) [Jayo Felony] Shut up nigga. Pass that muthafuckin weed Let's go ride on this nigga homie, cuz There go one right there loc Get that
[Jayo Felony] One shot to yo fuckin dome pow! Yeah, y'all niggas don't wanna do nuttin with this here Bitch ass niggas (One Shot) I puts it down Rich
San Diego in the muthafuckin house 619 Gangsta Nation crew, nigga Bullet Loco So get your muthafuckin facts straight Check it out [VERSE 1: Jayo Felony
: Jayo Felony] The parole violator is coming from the perpetrator If you dissing gangsta rap you gets the pipe [x4] It ain't time to preach fool it's time to fight [Jayo
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
Kick that shit... I don't drink brass monkey Like to be funky Nickname Bullet Loc Your 8-ball junkie Bass drum kickin' to show my shit Rockin', holdin
[Jayo Felony] One Shot?Kill, Yeah! Up in the morning (up in the mornin) Serve the whole Roc-A-Fela camp like this here (killa! killa!) All the money
Welcome back to the East Side T-Funk and the Chemist Jayo Felony And the ultimate shit right now is for me to do a show for my niggas in the pen bring
[Verse 1] On fo' seven, the helicopter lights nearly blind me In the south east streets is were you might find me True bandana, my scanner, and my pager
[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony] I knew I was gone before they even put the handcuffs on A whole chicken in the back of the Brougham Rocked up, so I knew that
