Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jayo Felony
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Savage
Composer
Mark Ogleton
Composer
S. Adams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E-A-Ski
Producer
CMT
Producer
Greg Royal
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Nobody on dry land, hehe
Nobody on dry land can fade these motherfuckin' lyrics
So now I'm 'bout to prove it to y'all ****
You know I'm quick to get all up in yo' ass like tight jeans
Me and Cannibal Lector, eatin' liver and feather beans
You see my humble tonations leaves you sprung
So in order to escape reality I dipped acid on my tongue
And I swear I just saw the fuckin' ghost of Jeffrey Dahmer
Askin' my mama why these **** keep bitin' me like piranha
I wanna take the gauge and go BOW! Like I'm Nirvana
With the chronic, only thing that calms me down is marijuana
Don't need to think of joinin' this clique, bitch, that's final
Fuck all you motherfuckers that tried to get rid of vinyl
So whoever fuck with my DJ turntables die
Leadin' ass with a speech impediment, like Cable Guy
Click! I turn you on and off like light switches
Bitches be thinkin' they can come up like Robin Givens off my riches
That'll leave that ass walkin' like Fred G, ass spreaded
When they asked her who fucked her the best, she said me!
I'm deadly...
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son you the shit!"
Nonsensical MC's, we dealin' with this
I leave you perfectly still, and spiritless
**** my lyrics hits like a rattler (Chk-a-chk), 'cause I rattle ya
Your mama came to our dinner, found your body when I battled ya
Tote your shit when we start, but you'll lose like sho-nup
'Cause Bullet Leroy, hold you down like handcuffs when I bust
I'm watchin' closely, 'cause some **** I just don't trust
'Cause every word is valuable like fuckin' elephant tusks
I'm cold hearted, when it come to my cabbage and neighbourhood
He get to load my shit up, when somethin' made to the goods
And now I bang, Do-Lo Ga-dang, Do-life and beyond
Like Sadaam I'm plottin' to drop bombs, it ain't no secret
Keep it real, or get the fuck up out
You think you mashin' or blastin' on my enemy
Cuss 'em low, and then we smashin'
Then I disappear, in the clear, 'cause y'all ain't ready
Cut 'em up like machetes, from my fetti, you gon' respect me 'Cause I'm deadly...
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
I'm warnin' ya, don't get caught up and make us split yo' eye
Too many gangstas in this world for this here shit to die
We bang for life, never secondary, you temporary
Four oceans and seven seas, can you fuck with these?
I'd rather squab', but sometimes it ain't even an option
You reach for yours, I reach for mines, **** start poppin'
Droppin' any motherfucker that ever thought he could fade it
To the end we Do-Lo Gang related
Come along, and if you ain't down, eventually you get exposed
Then you be floatin' in the river, with no fingers and toes
Filled with bullet loco holes, transformin' on your people like
Your path pole, **** you gots to roll
Unless you wanna get rolled on, for fuckin' with me
Hittin' your fingers like Danny Glover, you can't hold on to the tree
Jayo Felony, I'm about to lock it down, I guarantee
By showin' these motherfuckers, I'm deadly...
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me mama?
"'Cause son, you the shit!"
Written by: John Savage, Mark Ogleton, S. Adams
