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Lyrics for Niggas and Bitches by Jayo Felony:
| | | Artist: | Jayo Felony |
| | Album: | Take a ride | | Track: | Niggas and Bitches | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 79 | | | | Lyrics: | [ 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 I was locked up
Got a good lawyer but
can't do nothin for ya
But they got chronic, I chills and get my puff on
Eat Ramen, hit my
fifi, lift weights and get my buff on
These hoochies are trippin but I expect that,
see
All on another fool's jock but they can't get a dime from me
But you my gee, see, and
we supposed to be tight
So why the fuck you didn't send me no kite?
I been down for two
and ain't heard a thing from you
See, that ain't the thang to do, let's keep this bangin true,
blue
If it was you, you would want me to do the same thing
How you gon' slip and leave
your homie on the hang?
I gots no time for you busters and you snitches
This is for the
real - niggas and the bitches
[ Jayo Felony ]
I had a down one, she kept my books on
fat
We used to do it like this, then we would do it like that
This is for the real, to
hell with the faker
I was on my bunk bed bumpin Anita Baker
Wishin I was in a hot thub
gettin my back rubbed
Instead of bein in here with 4'000 thugs
I remember all the letters
you wrote and the cards you sent
And them ends when you had to pay rent
But you would
always get yours and couldn't nothin stop ya
Tight Guess and K-Swiss lookin proper
And you
were proud to be Ms. Bullet Loco
Fool, don't phantasize off my foto
Even though you knew I
was mackin you still stuck with me
Remindin me to stay sucker free
And when I touched down
you kickin in straight riches
This is for the real - niggas and the bitches
[ Jayo
Felony ]
And now I'm fresh out, I was a C but they doubt me
Much love to the bitches that
didn't forget about me
Because I surely won't forget about you
And everybody knows what
the fuck I'm gon' do
Blow up from the flo' up, grow up and don't be to' up
The hoes that
tried to clown, I diss them hookers like throw-up
I'm tryin to learn to keep my black ass on
the streets
No more shackles on my feet
Makin funky hits like this I can't
miss
Jam-Master Jay and T-Funk and my nigga Cool Chris
So when I'm at a picnic gettin my
mob on
Don't walk up on me, we might have to get our squab on
And my female got a
mouthpiece
Protection for the wicked streets of Southeast
My day is too short for you
marks and you snitches
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