Nobody On Dry Land
[Intro]
Uh-huh!
Do-lo-gangbanger!
Yeah! (Uh, uh)
Why they bitin' me, mama?
Hahahaha...
Uh, my moms told me to do this shit to y'all niggas
Yeah
So i'ma take off on her advice
Uh
[Verse 1]
Put out an album, make it big, 'cause I left too much
But, nig', you comin' into contact with death too much
And when I roll through your hood, that's a so-and-so, and such-and-such
One type of lyrics get burned out like clutch
I'm fly as a kite, be like a bird, you scared of heights
Had to take flight, and put fright in the dogs that bite
Me and the do-lo gang tighter than Fresley Dun-Brey
All that it takes in this world to get one pay
Smack your mama, then I eat you up
In your own self, coppin' me like King Go
But now, homie, it's on now
I'm choppin', wildin' the records out
Hit 'em like Wik-Pows, then put 'em back on the bench
When I swill up my style
[Hook]
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
[Verse 2]
Ain't no man, and I put no-one but God above me
Do like Sherm Sticks, but I prefer to love me
That's weed mixed with PCP
Follow me and I burn all your brain cells, bullet dope as hell
I dip acid on my tongue, eat shrooms, and sniff 'caine
On that motherfuckin' commercial, but it was my brain
Do-lo gang, what? Suck a fat babies pee-pee
And put out an album, in three, you still bumpin' me
Get off the walls, I rock some more with duty calls
Leave your tote bag, like Jamie Foxx, toes, then booty calls
Fuck a bounty, I done did more drugs than Robert Downey
Wanna have kids, then don't drink the juice from the county
Knock ya senseless, your doll like princess, nigga crash!
Like the New York cop, I stick somethin' up in that ass (Uh!)
Bitch, rockin' mics that's burnt, and then I react like
Converse, every verse it gets worse, nobody on dry land
[Hook]
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
[Verse 3]
So now we're dangerous, and treacherous, life was lit
Piss me off, now I'm sendin' bomb threats to the feds
Robbin' banks in Hollywood, with full body armour
Bitch, I'm Big Billy Local, wicked, the Uni-Bomber
Knock a tooth out your tricks, fuck a juice out your bitch
My dingo-loco ready to get down the choke-hole
Your little bitch is, jackin' me, fo do considerate
You'll lose your life
My mic device homicidal when I fucks 'em up (What?)
Fight for niggas in the pen', and to the homies on the streets
When I was writin' rhymes on can tin sheets, I had to eat
Now I rhyme over the dopest beats, hope to the streets
You wanted to hear loc, let the loc-est speak
You gettin' weaker, put your ear to the speaker
I slap yo' ass, thinkin' like New Jersey Drive
I shall clap yo' ass, only wanted the real shit
These muh-fuckin' fans, who get fucked with Jayo Felony, cuz, hmm
[Hook]
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
Nobody on dry, land, uh
Can't nobody on dry land fuck with me!
[Outro]
Uh, why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why they bitin' me mama?
Why they bitin' me?
Why the fuck they bitin' me...
*Explosion*