Bumpin’ Bullet Loco

[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)