Hope I Don't Violate - Baby Bash

Yeah

Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang

Tryin' to do my thang

With my momma up in heaven

Hope I don’t violate

Father and the reverend

I hope I don’t violate

Nino, where my nina

Hope I don’t violate

Primo, where my primas

Hope I don’t violate

The bomb mamacitas

Hope I don’t violate

All my homeys smokin' reifer

Hope I don’t violate

All my nephews and my nieces

Hope I don’t violate

We gon' leave it up to Jesus

I hope I don’t violate

Man, I’m fresh out of jail, hope I don’t violate

But I’m back smokin', so you know my style’s great

I’m wet (Wet)

So I’m drippin' like a faucet

Leaky through the track with stunt-tastics, I don’t floss it (Wow)

Proceed with caution, slow your role

But I can’t see that option, it’s all I know

Say I’m, Pollo Loco, but I’m crazy for the chicken

Tryin' to get my hands on you, and the beef get to kickin' (Ha)

Yeah, I’m tryin' to stay out, the mix though

Cause every once in a while, they get to get low

Kick those, hun, tryin' to get dough

Whoever dead, is gettin' laid out, fa' sho

The final callin', here we go, yes y’all’in

I’m tryin' to stay high while them niggas steady ballin'

Two times for my G’s that never come back

Hopin' I can see you one time, when I touch back

Now if they ask about me, tell them, «Real cochino»

I’m from the L.V.C., real Latino

I’m in the hood (Hood)

Just tryin' to feed my family

But I ain’t doin' good (Uh)

I hope you understand me

I’m in it, real thick (Thick)

What should I do, fool

Big Ronnie sick (Sick)

I’m hopin' he gon' pull through

I’m 'bout to take a ride (Ride)

And jump real deep in the game

Since my grandma died, I swear we just ain’t been the same

I 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 it

I’m back on the grind (Grind)

Just look for the guero

You think I’ll ever find (Find)

A way up out the ghetto

I take another sip (Sip)

As both eyes dialate

I hear my kids cry (Cries)

Hope I don’t violate

Now I’m losing all my patience, punk violations got me geeking

Everytime 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 naw

My primo told me, «Shut that down»

They got a pound of the grape, get off, by the ounce

On the G.O., my P.O.

is a dickhead twerp

Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block work

And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got that way

In the trunk of his Cadillac, 24 K’s

And I’m tryin' to get that gwhop like twenty-four days

Need a solid gold bitch like 24K

And I ain’t got a job, can I catch me a break

Ain’t got no shrimp, and ain’t got to steak

From the AM to the PM, rockin' the colloseum

Then smokin' with B-Legit, in the what, Head Museum