Nobody On Dry Land

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh-huh! Do-lo-gangbanger! Yeah! (Uh, uh) Why they bitin' me, mama? Hahahaha... Uh, my moms told me to do this shit to y'all niggas Yeah So i'ma take off on her advice Uh [Verse 1] Put out an album, make it big, 'cause I left too much But, nig', you comin' into contact with death too much And when I roll through your hood, that's a so-and-so, and such-and-such One type of lyrics get burned out like clutch I'm fly as a kite, be like a bird, you scared of heights Had to take flight, and put fright in the dogs that bite Me and the do-lo gang tighter than Fresley Dun-Brey All that it takes in this world to get one pay Smack your mama, then I eat you up In your own self, coppin' me like King Go But now, homie, it's on now I'm choppin', wildin' the records out Hit 'em like Wik-Pows, then put 'em back on the bench When I swill up my style [Hook] Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! [Verse 2] Ain't no man, and I put no-one but God above me Do like Sherm Sticks, but I prefer to love me That's weed mixed with PCP Follow me and I burn all your brain cells, bullet dope as hell I dip acid on my tongue, eat shrooms, and sniff 'caine On that motherfuckin' commercial, but it was my brain Do-lo gang, what? Suck a fat babies pee-pee And put out an album, in three, you still bumpin' me Get off the walls, I rock some more with duty calls Leave your tote bag, like Jamie Foxx, toes, then booty calls Fuck a bounty, I done did more drugs than Robert Downey Wanna have kids, then don't drink the juice from the county Knock ya senseless, your doll like princess, nigga crash! Like the New York cop, I stick somethin' up in that ass (Uh!) Bitch, rockin' mics that's burnt, and then I react like Converse, every verse it gets worse, nobody on dry land [Hook] Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! [Verse 3] So now we're dangerous, and treacherous, life was lit Piss me off, now I'm sendin' bomb threats to the feds Robbin' banks in Hollywood, with full body armour Bitch, I'm Big Billy Local, wicked, the Uni-Bomber Knock a tooth out your tricks, fuck a juice out your bitch My dingo-loco ready to get down the choke-hole Your little bitch is, jackin' me, fo do considerate You'll lose your life My mic device homicidal when I fucks 'em up (What?) Fight for niggas in the pen', and to the homies on the streets When I was writin' rhymes on can tin sheets, I had to eat Now I rhyme over the dopest beats, hope to the streets You wanted to hear loc, let the loc-est speak You gettin' weaker, put your ear to the speaker I slap yo' ass, thinkin' like New Jersey Drive I shall clap yo' ass, only wanted the real shit These muh-fuckin' fans, who get fucked with Jayo Felony, cuz, hmm [Hook] Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! Nobody on dry, land, uh Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me! [Outro] Uh, why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why they bitin' me mama? Why they bitin' me? Why the fuck they bitin' me... *Explosion*