Laughing Loud

DJ Mad Dog

Score: 7
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Played: 26

Album:

Thunderdome Die Hard III

Genres:

Gabber
Electronic
Hardcore
Mainstyle hardcore
Mainstream hardcore

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[Intro: Jayo Felony & E-40] What, what, what, what? (Oooooh) To all my niggas, and females that don't give a mad ass fuck Get your shit (Get yo shit) 'Cause we ride tonight! (Who that be? Oooooh) Any questions? (Any questions?) We just against y'all oppressors (All up) So all house niggas stay in the motherfuckin' house (They askin' out, biatch!) 'Cause y'all ain't got no business outside anyway [Verse 1: E-40] E-40, Ice Cube and Jayo Felony E-40, Ice Cube on my 619 doin' fine When The Super Bowl was at San Diego I sit back with Felony, Jayo Ride federal high speed and shoot-outs with the fedder (Fedder) 25 worth of ledda (Ledda) Nicknamed Bambayona (Bamboyana) Belted like the rifleman Call me Chuck O'Conner (Chuck O'Connor!) Glidin', heading towards Mexico (Uh!) Slidin', with an empty bottle of X.O (X.O.!) Ridin' dept play for kept find out where they slept (Where they slept!) Scotch taped to the neck (To the neck) Slid on out like a vet (Like a vet) Big old, gigantic West Coast niggas trippin' on they set (Set!) Underbuckets, new toys (Toys!) Lookin' out for the Elroys Decoys, d-boys, searchin', and destroys Cocaine, for the bitch made (Huh) Heart pumpin', Kool-Aid (Kool-Aid!) Sorrow but Simple Simon ass niggas that call theyselves timin' Dictionary rhymin' (Rhymin') princess cut diamond (Cut diamond!) Pay me no mind (Mind) and 25 hour a day grindin' (Grindin') Clockwork, all about my dirt calls D.J. your party because I got scratch like Red Alert [Chorus: 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? 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? [Verse 2: Jayo Felony] Picture about me rollin' through the country With a spaceship on gold D's, takin' over the world Scoopin' up violator parollees, smokin' hash and chronic And I'm lookin' loc'd out in my chucks Cube right behind me, throwin' Westside up! Not giving a feez-nuck! What? I'm crushin' my competition And you'll soon find out if you're dissin' 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 goatee 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, ho give me celery Fool, I'm Jayo Felony Never stay hungry like my thugs and my hustlers Throwin' high signin' and I'm touchin' 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, slangin' 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! [Verse 3: 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 Laughin' 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 motherfuckin' law In the south they say "Get out the fuckin' car" It's raw, E-40's lyrics fuckin' caviar I believe these dirty pigs know who we are If they pull somethin' start dumpin' Don't say nothin' And if they show it on real T.V., my niggas love it [Chorus: 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 and test me? 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 and test me? [Outro: 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