hope i don't violate

Lyrics

, 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, so i'm drippin' like a faucet, leaky through the track with stunt-tastics, i don't floss it, 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', 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, just tryin' to feed my family, but i ain't doin' good, i hope you understand me, i'm in it, real thick, what should i do, fool, big ronnie sick, i'm hopin' he gon' pull through, i'm 'bout to take a 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, do every thing but fake it, stress on my mind, it's so hard to take it, i'm back on the grind, just look for the guero, you think i'll ever find, a way up out the ghetto, i take another sip, as both eyes dialate, i hear my kids cry, 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,