Bumpin’ Bullet Loco

Lyrics

[Intro] And all my niggas in the house... Yeah! It don't stop, 'cause it can't stop! And it won't stop [Bridge] 'Cause in Dai-Go they bumpin' Jayo Felony Ah, ah, ah, ah In L.A. they bumpin' Jayo Felony Ah, ah, ah, ah In O-Town they bumpin' Jayo Felony Ah, ah, ah, ah [Verse 1] I come equipped with this shit while niggas be dreamin' 'bout skisers Don't get your wack ass smoked, 'cause I kill a fool in Meleysia My Sunday Mac-dit is tighter than clip hangers He who test, the killings of Loco, you put yourself in some danger Damn, stranger, my anger goes way deeper than busting caps Won't lap around the track with this shit, then you'll collapse You know that feeling you get, when your foot fall asleep? Imagine that over your whole entire body, nigga peep! I sweep the streets with my pee, two-hundred-and-twenty-two Trick do you know how to get low? Because you have to! I got a gun, for I'm rich, pedestrian fool Do what the fuck I tell you before you catch one And I scream out "Bellies", I learned that back in Juvi' Niggas in that bitch to make a Tarzan movie The Coast to Coast on me, they be back in time for a show All my homies in San D'ago tell me they bumpin' Loco [Hook] (Bumpin' Bullet Loco, ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) That's that hoodrat shit (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh, ayy, ayy, ohh) (They be bumpin' bullet loco) [Verse 2] 'Till I bake 'em up, I'm nothin' nice Roll the dice, your part of a lyrical sacrifice Me and my romeos, a gangsta in paradise Smokin' on some Polo, Coolio for life Then What they gon' do? I'm in the rag-top coupe And I got a house on the hills, right next to Snoop And if you diss Do-Lo, SUCKA! You all gon' die Your momma gon' die, your dada gon' die All my homies don't wanna hear, you've been preachin' all day You got static with me, then you got static with the K I lived in California, bitch, I smoked on Gin Do' Up 8:30 in the morning puffed on that bitch out the window There they go, they love this dick, in booboo facts and this, loc For the loc gon' get this ride on ever since my intro On a mission to give my chips more holes than Red Foes And my homies out in L.A. tell me they be bumpin' Bullet Loco [Hook] (Bumpin' Bullet Loco, ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) That's that hoodrat shit (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) That's that hoodrat shit (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco) [Verse 3] I'm quick to leap, nah I ain't trustin' a bitch Day to day, lyrics, and prove I come smooth like Richie Rich What's happenin'? You dealin' with the one and only Sippin' here with Kane, with E-40 'cause that's my homie... And if you're lonely, I got somethin' to entertain And stimulate your brain, and see if you can maintain Tell a bitch it's Do-Lo gang, every day, all day And I get my ride on ridiculously, when I'm in the bank And everybody got chronic so I'm enjoying my stay And so I'm 'bout Purp and pilin', let me show you the way I'm drownin', a Tommy Hill figure With my hand on the Tommy gun You want somebody gone, then consider it on I do you low like the Uni-Bomber, I'll harm ya Comin' through like a fire, no-one to alarm ya I'm guaranteed to get 'em hype when I start the flow And all my homies out in Oaktown tell me They be bumpin' Bullet Loco [Hook] (Bumpin' Bullet Loco, ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) That's that hoodrat shit (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) That's that hoodrat shit (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco) [Bridge] In Dai-Go they bumpin' Jayo Felony (Nigga! Nigga!) In New York they bumpin' Jayo Felony (Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!) (Uh-huh!) In Chi-Town they bumpin' Jayo Felony (Nigga! Nigga!) (Uh-huh!) In Atlanta they bumpin' Jayo Felony (Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!) They be bumpin' Bullet Loco Then let me rock! [Hook] (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, ohh) (Ayy, ayy, ohh, they be bumpin' Bullet Loco)