Hope I Dont Violate Lyrics - Bashtown - Baby Bash

Yeah 

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

Tryin' to do my thang 

[Chorus] 

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 

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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 [whistling] 

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 

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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 

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