End Of The World

Jayo: What what what what? To all my niggas and females who don't

give a mad ass fuck: Get your shit cause we ride tonight! Any

questions? We just against y'all oppressors. So all you house niggers

stay in the motherfucking house. Cause y'all ain't got no business

outside anyway.

E 40: E 40 Ice Cube and Jayo Felony

E 40 Ice Cube on my 619 doing my work

The Super Bowl was at San Diego

Sitting back with Felony, Jayo

I ride high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (fedder)

25 worth of ledda, nicknamed Bambayona

Belted like the rifleman

Call me Chuck O'Conner

Gliding, heading towards Mexico

Sliding, with an empty bottle of X.O.

Riding dept play for kept find out where they slept

Scotch taped to the neck

Slid on out like a vet

Big old, gigantic West Coast niggas tripping on they set

Underbuckets, new toys, looking out for the Elroys

Decoys, d-boys, searching for destroys

Cocaine for the bitch made

Heart pumping cool-aid

Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin'

Dictionary rhymin, Princess Kadymin

Pay me no mind and 25 worth a day grinding

Clockwork, all about my dirt calls

D.J. your party because I got scratch like Red Alert

Chorus 2x (Jayo Felony):

We just against y'all oppressors so don't try to oppress me/Hold me down

and arrest me/Causing me problems and stress me/Why these punks wanna

test me?/Why these punks wanna test me?/Why these jealous motherfuckers

wanna stress me and test me?

Jayo Felony:

Picture about me rolling through the country

With a spaceship on gold D's, taking over the world

Scooping up violator parollees, smoking hash and chronic

And I'm looking loc'd out in my chucks

Cube right behind me, throwing Westside up!

Not giving a feez-nuck! What?

I'm crushing my competition

And you'll soon find out if you're dissing

Come along!, from the bay to the S.D., We stay on a mission

My destination in this game is to have the whole world love me

>From geri-curl and go-tee and have them stop the Old E.

My 3 wheels and my g's and your supposed to check out my melody

Trying to get a salary, hoe give me celery

Fool, I'm Jayo Felony

Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers

Throwing high signing and I'm touching ya

Put em in my zone and my mold

When I explode, no time to reload

>From yo God, to word up, loc, we got it sewed

With the E and the W, slanging them over the boulder shoulders

Much love to the north and the south

Let's take this over

Navigators and Range Rovers, don't test me!

Ice Cube:

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Ice Cube forever, bigger and deffer

Fuck the oppressor

Possessor of a mini 14 behind my dresser

Faze one, blaze one, the representation of my nation

It's Jay one on the spray gun springing leaks

In your physique, got nines on you as we speak

Laughing loud as we eat

You fucking geek in a wire

Test the fire attire

That ass, go through the broken glass

Niggas mash and ask, I'm the last emporer

The temperature, heated, remain undefeated

We waited, we greeted by the motherfucking law

In the south they say "Get out the fucking car"

It's raw, E-40's lyrics fucking caviar

I believe these dirty pigs know who we are

If they pull something start dumping

Don't say nothing

And if they show it on real t.v., my niggas love it

Chorus 2x

E-40: See, there it is there. So be it. And you better know it. E-40

Fonzarelli aka Charlie Hustle, that nigga Ice Cube and my big potna out

the San Die..San Die..San Di-leggo my motherfucking eggo bitch! Jayo

Felony. We slide out in a luxurious ass Winnebago, Winnebago,

biiootch!! Perkin, up in this ho, nigga.