Jayo Felony, Criminalz - Puttin in Work lyrics
[Jayo Felony, Criminalz - Puttin in Work lyrics]
Fuck it forget a bitch
These busters claimin they hard but they
Be rollin wit a snitch
They got this bullshit case on me
And they thinkin it'll stick
I ain't sweatin that lil shit
Give these bitches a lil dick
I keep ridin and mashin
Stompin in the West Coast fashion
You the one to be the first
Get yo head bashed in
We stay smashin nigga only
Beleivin is achievin
So whatever we set out to do
It's gon work this evening
I'm a rider homie whether I'm drunk
High or sober the wait is over
Now watch a nigga get nasty as King Cobra
And I heard your freaky bitch was
A monster on the dick
She wanna find out if she can put
Her whole tonsils on the dick
Loc on and yolk on it but don't choke on it
Niggas got her spendin all their ends
And goin broke on it
Tell these hoes listen bitch we
Ain't gotta please you
Cuz we puttin in work
Doin shit that G's do and it's true
I ain't livin my life to please you
I'm puttin in work the shit that G's do
I'm out doin dirt to niggas I need to
I'm gettin my money on
Collectin my revenues
Back up
Back up nigga what the fuck you doin?
I'm throwin elbows in this mutha
Fucka tryin to ruin your whole career
When I'm twisted up eight hundred beer
Jump in the mob car and steer
Heart pumpin no fear
You niggas don't know me
Watch out 'for I pop out with this Glock out
Clearin yo block out
Got all these niggas wishin they got out
The game, 'for I shot out everything in
The parking lot out
Got em snitchin and tellin em there's
APV's on every cop out now it's hot out
They still can't stop me
From gettin my paper i got hide outs
These bitches is out here catchin the vapors
Flee the scene
They shoulda told you that Celly was crazy
Got em pushin up daisies now
I'm layin low with baby spyin on the under
Wonderin what's gon happen next
Money, murder and sex got me
Sleepin with a tech
No respect so I took it early in the game
No money til I came up on them birdies, mayn
Got me fucked up baby see I
Can't play with the game
This nigga's speakin up on my casket
Talkin bad on my name
Don't get it twisted it's all love
But this gangsta shit is real
Niggas get caught up in the
Drama and end up killed
But I can't have that shit
I ain't tryin to see no coffin
That's why I stay focused on
Hatin ass niggas often
Hennesy got me seeing enemies in threes
So I'm bustin at the one in
The middle and please beleive
It ain't no hesitation
Never no glitch in my matrix
I stay on point, ready to dump
Hit niggas up in they faces
Wit 4-4 slugs! Blowin niggas up out they Lugz
Switch to the bucket and smash off to mo thug
Baby, my life ain't got no price on it
600 for the vest
A G for the chopper wit a knife on it
So welcome to the ghetto mutha fucka
To them niggas that think that they can't
Be touched well I'ma touch ya