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jayo felony - 8 ball كلمات الأغنية

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kick that sh-t…

i don’t drink br-ss monkey
like to be funky
nickname bullet loc
your 8-ball junkie
b-ss drum kickin’ to show my sh-t
rockin’, holdin’ my d-ck
boy
i don’t quit
crowd rockin’ m-th-f-cka from around the way
i got a six-shooter, yo, mean i’m brave
rollin’ 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’s in my lap and it’s freezin’ my b-lls
hook a right turn, let the boys go past
then i say to myself: “they can kiss my -ss!”
hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips
put in the old tape marvin gaye’s greatest hits
turn the sh-t up had the b-ss on high on
cruisin’ through the east side, south?
seen the b-tch -ss
then i say word
took a look at the face and the b-tch was street curb
ho’s on my d-ck for the t-tle i’m holdin’
bullet loc f-cked up and got the 8-ball rollin

in the cityyyyy –> ronnie hudson’s west coast pop lock
kick that sh-t–> flavor flav

ridin’ on? weed is on?
turned down the sound
and ditch the law
stopped at a light and had a fit
cause old b-tch almost wrecked my sh-t
flipped his -ss off, put it to the floor
bottle was empty so i went to the store
n-gg- on tilt cause i was drunk
see an enemy on mine, 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? cause
i had to show the n-gg- what time it was
pulled out the heat
and like a mirage
a busta like that got out of dodge
sucker’s on me cause the t-tle i’m holdin’
bullet loc’s f-cked up and got the 8 ball rollin’

in the cityyyyy –> ronnie hudson’s west coast pop lock
kick that sh-t–> flavor flav

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
f-ck the police and the 5.0 too
stepped in the party, i was drunk as h-ll
3 b-tches already said: “ohh bullet your breath smells!”
40 ounce in hand
that’s what i got
(yo, you see bullet earlin’ in the parkin lot?)
stepped on your foot, cold dissed your ho’
asked her to dance and she said: “h-ll no!”
called her a b-tch cause that’s the rule
(b-tch, who d’you callin’ a b-tch?)
boyz in the hood tryin’ to keep me cool
tell your homeboy you wanna kick my b-tt
i walked in your face and we get ’em up
i start droppin’ the dogs
and watch you fold
just dumb full of c-m, got knocked out cold
(ah aha, made you look sick you snotty nosed pr-ck
now your fly b-tch is all over his d-ck)
punk got dropped cause the t-tle i’m holdin’
bullet loc f-cked up and got the 8-ball rollin’

in the cityyyyy –> ronnie hudson’s west coast pop lock
kick that sh-t–> flavor flav

p-ss the brew m-th-f-cka while i tear sh-t up
and y’all listen up close to roll call
bullet loc’s in this b-tch, i got money and juice
blue crooks with me and we make the deuce
ant banks makes the beats so m-th-f-ckin’ funky
do the olde 8
f-ck the br-ss monkey
i write all the rhymes
that i say
hail to the n-gg-s from c.i.a.
blue tray is down and in effect
we make hardcore jams so f-ck respect
make a toast blue beast to the t-tle i’m holdin’
bullet loc’s f-cked up and got the 8-ball rollin’

in the cityyyyy –> ronnie hudson’s west coast pop lock

yeah yeah n-gg-
bullet loc is in this biotch
rest in peace to my n-gg- eazy-e
wha-wha-wha-wha-wha what!

in the cityyyyy (san diego)
kick that sh-t–> flavor flav
in the cityyyyy (san diego)
kick that sh-t–> flavor flav

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