Hope I Don’t Violate – Baby Bash – letras

[Don Cisco]YeahUh, you know, we always hope we do the right thangTryin’ to do my thang[Chorus: Don Cisco]With my momma up in heavenHope I don’t violateFather and the reverendI hope I don’t violateNino, where my ninaHope I don’t violatePrimo, where my primasHope I don’t violateThe bomb mamacitasHope I don’t violateAll my homeys smokin’ reiferHope I don’t violateAll my nephews and my niecesHope I don’t violateWe gon’ leave it up to JesusI hope I don’t violate[Verse 1: Don Cisco]Man, I’m fresh out of jail, hope I don’t violateBut I’m back smokin’, so you know my style’s greatI’m wet (Wet)So I’m drippin’ like a faucetLeaky through the track with stunt-tastics, I don’t floss it(Wow)Proceed with caution, slow your roleBut I can’t see that option, it’s all I knowSay I’m, Pollo Loco, but I’m crazy for the chickenTryin’ to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin’ (Ha)Yeah, I’m tryin’ to stay out, the mix thoughCause every once in a while, they get to get lowKick those, hun, tryin’ to get doughWhoever dead, is gettin’ laid out, fa’ shoThe final callin’, here we go, yes y’all’inI’m tryin’ to stay high while them niggas steady ballin’Two times for my G’s that never come backHopin’ I can see you one time, when I touch back[Repeat Chorus][Verse 2: Jay Tee]Now if they ask about me, tell them, « Real cochino »I’m from the L.V.C., real LatinoI’m in the hood (Hood)Just tryin’ to feed my familyBut I ain’t doin’ good (Uh)I hope you understand meI’m in it, real thick (Thick)What should I do, foolBig Ronnie sick (Sick)I’m hopin’ he gon’ pull throughI’m ’bout to take a ride (Ride)And jump real deep in the gameSince my grandma died, I swear we just ain’t been the sameI bought a one-way ticket, with alcohol flowin’Not even knowin’ where I’m goin’Just out here tryin’ to make it (Make it)Do every thing but fake it (Fake it)Stress on my mind (Mind)It’s so hard to take itI’m back on the grind (Grind)Just look for the guero [whistling]You think I’ll ever find (Find)A way up out the ghettoI take another sip (Sip)As both eyes dialateI hear my kids cry (Cries)Hope I don’t violate[Repeat Chorus][Verse 3: Baby Bash]Now I’m losing all my patience, punk violations got me geekingEverytime I’m on feet, seem like, the po’s creepin’Ain’t sleepin’, Playamade Mexican eatin’Should I put on my math and start the trick-o-treatin’Hell nawMy primo told me, « Shut that down »They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounceOn the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerpYeah, he a jerk and love to cock block workAnd my next door neighbor, yeah, he got that wayIn the trunk of his Cadillac, 24 K’sAnd I’m tryin’ to get that gwhop like twenty-four daysNeed a solid gold bitch like 24KAnd I ain’t got a job, can I catch me a breakAin’t got no shrimp, and ain’t got to steakFrom the AM to the PM, rockin’ the colloseumThen smokin’ with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum[Repeat Chorus]By Diegão