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Review: Jayo Felony – Take A Ride

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Jayo Felony – Take A Ride is one of the best gangsta rap albums from San Diego for the year 1994. The album was released during the pinnacle of gangsta rap which was becoming widely mainstream at that time. The album of course is very sample crazy. The album has that 90’s G-Funk sound to it with high the pounding heavy bass notes. Jayo Felony tells us the inner-city tales of gang activies, crime, jail, and even death. He shows no solutions or answers to the problems he face and explains. Def Jam fucked over their West Coast artists. It’s so fucked up. Still is. Other than that, Take A Ride is a must have for any fan of West Coast rap!

The Take A Ride album starts out with Jayo Felony calling home to his mother. His mother tells his not to call her anymore because she got tired of him going to jail only to be bailed out by her. She tells Jayo Felony to call his father and hangs up on him. He soon realizes that he’s a grown man who has to handle jail on his own.

Jayo Felony tells us about the life in jail along with the stress, anger, and dangers he faces while in jail on the song The Loc Is On His Own. He tells us how fucked up jail life can be.

Jayo Felony caught another case so he needs bail. He needs one of his family members to get him bailed out of jail again. But your people act funny when you’re sitting in a cell. He didn’t get mail. So jail was like hell. So he take his anger out on another inmate by stabbing that inmate in the neck with a shank in the stairwell.

He remembers powder cocaine he used to rock up. It was a trip on how he got locked up. 10 police agents running at him with yellow coats yelling, “Don’t move or catch a hot one to the throat.” In the heat of being chased and getting caught by the 10 police agents and other law enforcement officers with guns drawn on him and his freedom going to be taken from him, he urinates himself. That is what the lyrics, “You learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black/Yo, just put an ‘out of order’ sign on your bozack” He didn’t twitch, scratch or itch. They found a nine millimeter handgun in his inside pocket. Ain’t that a bitch?

These explain how it was trip of how Jayo Felony got locked up.

I remember powder caine we used to rock up
It was a trip on how I got locked up
10 saltine crackers runnin at me with yellow coats
Yelling “Don’t move or catch a hot one to the throat”
You learn real fast to put your hands up quick, black
Yo, just put an ‘out of order’ sign on your bozack
I didn’t twitch, scratch or itch
They found a nine in my inside pocket ain’t that a bitch

His first instinct is to call his mother to ask for favors, money, and to post bail. Jayo Felony didn’t go see her before he went to jail. Now he wanted her to come visit him. But then he remembers cannot because he is a grown man who has to handle his business on his own. He then realizes he not look to his mother for help. The Loc is on his own. He can’t make a phone call home as his mother put a block on the phone.

He loves his mother dearly. He understands that she is tired of the bullshit he has put her through over the years. He pleaded not guilty with no intentions of going to trial. Yet he copped a plea.

Now the cops got another young nigga off the streets coming back to fish for some more meat. Putting marked money on a hook to real us in or sit in this little ass bucket called the Pen (penitentiary). And they’ll give you a day when you’ll be free but there ain’t no guarantee of freedom. Because you might get the shovel. You might be the next one to find out is it a god in the devil. But it you can hold your own and mind your own. You live long, take no shit, and stay strong. Some fake religion and play with churches. They put pretty boys with hard niggas on purpose.

Jayo Felony tries to get to his parole hearing in this long ass line on Verse 3

His big homie walked out with his head down low. The parole board shot down his chance of parole. They gave him a year for having contraband in his cell. Apparently he had change in his jail cell. He wants to kill the pig because he gave him a year because his arms are too big. It’s fucked up in jail. If you’re holding a bowl with some change, you’re goin back in your cell.

That is what these lyrics are a reference to.

My big homie walked out with his head down low
I said yo, big boo, what the fuck they shoot you down for
My brotha wants to kill the pig
Gave him a year because his arms are too big
It’s fucked up in jail
If you’re holdin a bowl with some change
Your goin back in your cell

They let Jayo Felony go. He grabbed his heaters. Now he’s down with the niggas in the shell-toe Adidas. He is smokin on the Indo until he gets illiterate in a full zone. His money’s on the microphone. The Loc is on his own.

The song has quotable lyrics.

I caught another case, so the Loc needs bail
Yo, just put an ‘out of order’ sign on your bozack
With no intentions of going to trial, I copped a plea
They put pretty boys with hard niggas on purpose
I’m smokin on the Indo until I get illiterate

The song I’ma Keep Bangin’ is about gang activity (gangbanging) preferably his Crip affiliation and reppin’ Gangsta Nation Crew. Elements of set trippin’ are present in this song of course. This is gangsta rap and not that pop crap bullshit being played on the radio! Fuck that!

What that Diego like? A Uzi or a Mack 10? Bullet Loco is bailin with his niggas from the pen. These snitches and tricks are making the set look real bad. Instead of that rag, buster, you need a badge.

He’s gotta watch the pad real close for the break-in. Because suckers be faking but it’ll be no more mistaking. Jayo Felony handpicks members from his crew. No weak links, weaklings, faggots, snitches, or busters. Just straight up pimps, playas, and hustlers. Just pimps, murderers, straight up hustlers, and real motherfuckers who ain’t giving a fuck about a 9 to 5 job. Especially when he can pull up on you, blast that ass, and then drive off. You don’t know his name or the set that he claims.

These lyrics serve as poignant examples of how violent and gruesome the song really is.

Your car is far away and leave you with a frame
Sittin on bricks and that’s a muthafuckin shame
And I’m pissin on your floor cause I ain’t housebroken, bitch
They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin
But now on my nuts you’re hangin
And I just ask myself
Yeah muthafucka

It’s the Bullet Loco on the 47 block on a mission as he is gettin Inside like Edition. He is getting inside like Inside Edition. Bitches are wishing they could be hugging up and kissing him. But you see Bullet Loco is gonna stand with the upper hand. Hookers be lying like the motherfucking weatherman. Your perspective ain’t shit. Bangin don’t stop.

His little homies walk the streets strapped ready to peel a cap. So his enemy is gone off a motherfucking map. His boys might try to creep. But Jayo Felony doesn’t sleep, He keeps his trigger finger on his heat
Sure enough here they come on a sneak tip. (They attempt to sneak up on him.) However he has got a AK-47 with a 50 round clip. (He ain’t letting that shit happen. And he definitely ain’t having that shit.) He hit the driver and the driver crashed. Then he ran up on em busters and let them have it as he blasted.

But on his block, if you got them ends, you got the lleyo. His kids have got an appetite and need to eat in order to survive. So he just can’t say no. That is why he is cutting up his brick of cocaine just as soon as he can buy it. He even got a sample of it. Here smoke and try it. It’s all about the street life. His knife and his rag.

These lyrics showcase his “shoot first, ask questions later” mentality.

The Loc used to sag even when I played tag
Fuck the drag, here I come with the gun, son
Blast that ass, question later, I ain’t the one
Toss up the Thunderbird, never leave a homie hangin
Cause Bullet Loc ain’t goin out, fool…
And I just ask myself
Muthafucka

The song has quotable lyrics.

Why I gotta live like this?
You’re trippin and slippin
Thinkin that you can fade me
You must be on dope, bitch.

I’m cuttin up my brick just as soon as I can buy it
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it

You must be on dope, bitch.
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it

Homicide is about committing murders. The title says it all. He took this shit back to the California streets. You’se a man or a mark, nigga? What’s happening on the homicide? Is you is or is you ain’t down to put in work on the other side? All y’all fools out there talking about y’all gangbanging and shit. I hope you puttin in some work, fool. Check this out. We’ll see who’s really down.

Jayo Felony puts in much work. He’s got his reputation on the set for leaving buster niggas hurt. So all you busta ass niggaz better watch out. They shoulda never played it. Now the hoes parade it. To see the Loc smokin sherm on stage with his hair braided. That’s PCP if you can’t comprehend. He is putting on his Karl Kani boots and stomping men. What’s happening? Fools gettin bucked but he don’t give a fuck. There ain’t no muthafuckin truce in Southeast San Diego.

He paid dues. Don’t act confused about his reputation with his set. Fuck around and make the 11 o’clock news. He’ll carve his hood in your chest. In his piss is where all his enemies rest. That bitch straight snitched and then that hooker died. You’se a man or a mark, nigga? What’s happening on the homicide? Is you is or is you ain’t down to put in work on the other side?

Dulo Gang and NHC (Neighborhood Crips) gotta get them fools on the other side. Jayo Felony heads to the border like Lil Richie get out the set. He fold clowns and hold shit down like a hairnet. Is you down for this homicide?

Love Boat starts out with Jayo Felony and his homies singing about smoking sherm (PCP). The song serves a prelude to Sherm Stick. It’s refreshing to hear his homies freestyle.

Sherm Stick singing about smoking sherm (PCP). Jayo Felony takes a cigarette dipped in embalming fluid (PCP). He feels and experiences the hallucinogenic effects of PCP while smoking on a sherm stick. Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up. We gon’ smoke a dip. This for y’all niggas out there and y’all bitches out there smokin’ that water.

The San Diego Police Department helicopter lights nearly blind him. In the Southeast streets of San Diego, California is were you might find Jay Felony. He is wearing a true blue bandana, a scanner, and his pager in the blue 1994 one blazer. And he’s the one all the hoes and those wanna get with. If you don’t like the way he kicks shit, you can get the dick.

Jayo Felony is mobbin’ to the picnic. But he realizes that is something missing. So Jayo and his boy Tyshe go to Varrio Logan to obtain PCP and then go back to Gompers Park. They are gonna smoke a dip. All of it. Not a little bit. They gon’ smoke a sherm stick.

Jayo Felony takes a cigarette dipped in embalming fluid (PCP). He feels and experiences the hallucinogenic effects of PCP while smoking on a sherm stick. He took four hard hits and passed it to the next man. Now it seems like he’s got powers like the X-Men.

He makes reference to his homie Lil Boss Hogg being incarcerated as to being caught slipping and ending up on a milk cartoon or just end up missing period with these lyrics.

Sittin’ on the curb, for four fuckin’ hours dog
Thinkin’ bout my homie in the pen, Lil Boss Hogg
Damn near dead, bout to head to the tilt
My homegirl woke me up with a carton of milk
I’m glad I didn’t get caught slippin’ when I was sleepin’
On them fools on the other side who call themselves creepin’
But see sucka, I’m from the Gangsta Nation crew
And everybody knows what the fuck we gon’ do

Jayo Felony flips the ill gangsta shit on the worst day. Bitches saying, “Go Bullet Loc, it’s ya birthday.” His homie B.K., threw a party and they got there late. You know Jayo Felony had to make them hoes wait. And when he arrived, the whole shit was in a trance. When Jayo arrived everyone was already getting high instead of dancing. One of Jayo’s homies was so high that they were doing the Cabbage Patch high off PCP whilst naked.

Haha, gettin’ ready for the next batch
My homie’s asshole naked, doin’ the motherfuckin’ cabbage-patch
Niggas throwin’ up, it’s a part of growin’ up
So duck, cause the next busta might be you
Now all y’all niggas know what my crew bout to do

This is another one of those songs with quotable lyrics that are memorable.

We gon’ smoke a dip, all of it
Not a little bit (we gon’ smoke a sherm stick)
We gon’ smoke a dip, all of it
Not a little bit, we gon’ smoke a dip (sherm stick)

Everybody that like to fuck, throw ya hands up
We gon’ smoke a dip

You don’t like the way I kick shit
You can get the dick, six fo’ three wheelin

I took four hard hits, and passed it to the next man
Now it seems like I got powers like the X-men

True bandana, my scanner, and my pager
My homegirl woke me up, wit a carton of milk
And I’m the one all the hoes wanna get wit
Mobbin’ to the picnic
And everybody know what the fuck we gon’ do
I’m glad I didn’t get caught slippin’ when I was sleepin’
Now it seems like I got powers like the X-men
Niggas gettin’ bonged out, motherfuck a dance
I flips the ill gangsta shit on the worst day

The song Niggas and Bitches is about the ones who stayed real, stayed true, and kept it real with him while he was incarcerated in the state penitentiary along with the ones who were fakes and ended up being snitches including them buster ass bitches. Jayo Felony clearly states it in this song. This is for the real niggas and the bitches.

Jayo Felony knew he was gone before they even put the handcuffs on him. A whole chicken in the back of the Brougham. He knews that he was locked up. He has a good lawyer but couldn’t do nothin for him. These hoochies are trippin but he expect that. They are all on another fool’s jock but they can’t get a dime from him let alone any amount of money.

Jayo Felony has been locked up for some years now and is wondering how he hasn’t heard from his homie at all. He wonders why his homie did not sen him any mail. They are supposed to stay true to each other. So how is the homie gon’ slip and leave Jayo Felony on the hang? Jayo Felony has got no time for you busters and you snitches. This is for the real niggas and the bitches.

He had a down woman that kept money in his commissary account when he was in jail and prison. They would have a conjugal visit and have sexual intercourse. They used to do it like this and then they would do it like that.

This is for the real. To hell with the fakers. He was on his bunk bed bumping Anita Baker wishing he was in a hot tub gettin his back rubbed by his woman instead of being in jail with 4,000 inmates who are certified thugs. He remembers all the letters she wrote and the cards she sent. And them ends when she had to pay rent. But she would always get her and couldn’t nothing stop her. She was proud to be Ms. Bullet Loco. Even though she knew he was macking, she still stuck with him. Reminding him to stay sucker free.

Now he is fresh out. Jayo Felony is trying to learn to keep his black ass on the streets. No more shackles on his feet. His day is too short for you marks and you snitches. This is for the real niggas and the bitches. Much love to the bitches that didn’t forget about him. Much love to the wicked streets of Southeast San Diego.

This is another one of those songs with quotable lyrics that are memorable.

I knew I was gone before they even put the handcuffs on
A whole chicken in the back of the Brougham

We used to do it like this, then we would do it like that
I knew I was gone before they even put the handcuffs on
I was on my bunk bed bumpin Anita Baker
Blow up from the flo’ up, grow up and don’t be to’ up

Day 1 is a skit which starts with him appearing in court and by telling the judge he can’t keep Jayo Felony down.

Can’t Keep A G Down is how people including the government can’t keep Jayo Felony down which is what the song Can’t Keep A G Down is about. The song was to those dissing gangsta rap. You wanna stop the gangsta shit. It ain’t happening. If you dissing gangsta rap, you gets the pipe. Can’t Keep A G Down is a heavy G-Funk track with dark whiny eerie synths and soundscapes.

Jayo Felony is a million doller nigga bailin in Chuck Taylor’s rolling thru the set with blue rollers in a grudge. There’s two of his best homies that have to face the judge and take the best deal that is offered to them. Your ass has never seen the inside of a cellar. So don’t judge.

Jayo Felony comes from the wicked ass streets of Southeast San Diego, California where some pimp hoes, jack fools, and slang keys. Get him a chicken and he will cut it up into 36 pieces. Then serve it to your nephews and nieces. You stepped on the wrong toe. So let’s clown. Back up off his gangsta rap nuts. You can’t get a G down.

The parole violator is coming from/for the perpetrator. You wanna stop the gangsta shit. It ain’t happening. If you dissing gangsta rap, you gets the pipe. Jayo Felony will be the first to tell you that you can’t keep a G down.

Fuck all that preaching. That shit can’t save us. Let his afro grow like Angie Davis. He is letting off on his enemy that he ain’t showing no slack. It’s a fact all snitches need to be thrown in ditches. Mike Tyson got railroaded for fucking with them clowns.

Jayo Felony is a G with no fucking direction. Just an ass full of dope and a strap for his protection. Cutting bricks up slanging the rocks that he was holding. He’s gotta keep the flow up to keep with the Jones. Which is keeping up with the latest out there.

He was full of bank until the whole block dried up and everyone got arrested. And now he is 40 deep in the motherfucking holding tank. California Youth Authority is his next trip. Everyone from skinheads and eses to the Bloods and Crips are in there.

Jayo Felony creeps like Freddy Kruger at 4 AM in the morning with his shank. After too many years, they straight paroled him. The inmates told him he’ll be back in 2 weeks. You was on it when you seen Jayo Felony on the screen. And not on for America’s Most Wanted. Now you wanna play that rule but you’se a clown. He told you once before. You can’t keep a G down.

Bitch I’m Through is about breaking up in a relationship after Jayo Felony finds out his woman has been cheating on him. It’s a fuck you track dedicated to all the unfaithful bitches out there! This song is on that Jerry Springer shit and that baby mama drama on Maury.

Jayo Felony finds himself at noon at 12 PM in the hood pouring Hennessy on the rocks for a homie that is dead. That is his potion. Bitches be singing that sad love song like Billy Ocean. He gives those/them hoochie hoodrats no leeway.

So now he is peeling out hitting switches on a freeway leaning to the side. Bouncing when he hits a dip. Slowing down so his CD won’t skip. The orange bud is sticky. He cracks a 40 with the OG’s.

And it was cool until they put me up on the scoop. One of the OG’s said to Jayo Felony, “Yo Loc, I saw your main bitch in a coupe Whooptie-whoop and they were goin to the mo-mo.” So he is thinking: “Oh no, it’s time to roll to the pad and get my .44.” No hoe is worth another case. Jayo Felony finds out his woman has been cheating on him. He wants nothin else to do with her. He tells his woman that cheated on him, “Speed on, hurry up and get gone because I’m through with you. Bitch, I’m through with you. It’s too late to act right. Because your game ain’t tight.”

Jayo Felony is not giving a damn about a punk bitch. It’s all about the sex, man. You know he don’t want her. He wasn’t born with that bitch and he ain’t gonna die with that bitch. You know what I’m sayin? His OG’s raised him to never ever let them hoes plays him. Bullet Loc is staying tall, though, through it all, though. Some of y’all ain’t good for nothin but a bootie call though.

There’s a pajama party goin down. The baddest hoes in the world want the Bullet Loc to hit that. So you know he is on the prowl for that ass and some sexual intercourse. He’ll be the one gettin his stroke on. He never hesitates to get his loc on and to get his smoke on.

This is another one of those songs with quotable lyrics that are memorable.

Bitch, I’m through with you
It’s too late to act right
Cause your game ain’t tight

Cause if I caught you in bed with Ted and Fred
That still wouldn’t make me put no strap to my head

You been dismissed, dissed like snotty tissue
Get outta here, disappear bitch, but I won’t miss you

Bitches singin that sad love song like Billy Ocean
Prraw, prraw, prraw, that’s how my toolie sound
Some of y’all ain’t good for nothin but a bootie call though

Penitentiary Bound is about him once again going into the prison system. Jayo Felony did this song for his niggas in the pen. Peep game.

Shackles on his feet won’t let the Loco dance. Jayo Felony is eating them spreads and lifting weights have got him on swoll in the penitentiary. He is coming home because he was granted parole.

Jayo Felony would rather engage in sexual intercourse but he has go report to his parole officer at 8:30 AM in the morning. He has to take a urinalysis examination. That is what the lyrics “And get my balls licked, dick sucked and fuck till I’m yawnin/But I gotta go report in the mornin/Fuck it, 8:30 am piss in his cup, fuck a piss test” imply.

Jayo Felony finds himself under arrest for failing a urinalysis examination and a parole violation. He can’t make bail. So they put the chains on him ass and put him in the van. He goin straight to Donovan (Richard J. Donovan Correctional Facility) and not the county jail. But you don’t give a fuck when you’re penitentiary bound. Everybody’s penitentiary bound with the way they got shit now.

Don’t Call Me Nigga is where the prison guard trustee calling the racial slur “nigger” and Jayo Felony raps on why not to call him that nasty racial slur.

They Got Me On Medication explains why Jayo Felony had a psychotic episode in a mental hospital by going crazy. So the doctors put him on medication. He explains the events as to what led him to be committed to a mental hospital in the song.

The song uses a soulful harmonic organ backed with vintage G-Funk synths and whines. That soulful harmonic organ is what helps make the song stand out (stick out) and why specifically the song is memorable. T-Funk brought the funk out with that organ with production by Virginia state based producer Prodagee.

He explains what led him to be committed to a mental hospital at the beginning of in the song. Jayo Felony woke up on the mission with intention to murder someone while he is drugged out and bugged out. The phrase “drugged out and bugged out” that he is under the influence of drugs. Another sucker dies on the mission. He uses the person’s blood as holy which is implied in the lyrics, “Blood is holy water. Who wanna get baptized?”

He takes his shirt and beings masturbating. So now Jayo Felony is masturbating naked while under the influence of drugs while in a standoff with San Diego Police. The lyrics “So now I’m doin a fuckin jack with my shirt off” implies and clearly explains that he is masturbating naked while under the influence of drugs. San Diego Police tackled Jayo Felony after he threw his gun down. The judge ordered Jayo Felony to be committed to a mental hospital because he is mentally unstable and given the nature of his crimes.

He got combative and aggressive during the ride to the mental hospital. He threw the right cross at one of the medics. One of the medics hit Jayo Felony on his back as Jayo Felony was choking one of the medics. Medics were eventually able to restrain him by having him hog tied. It’s hard for him to breathe as they have got him hog tied.

When he arrives at the mental hospital, the doctors sedate him with strong antipsychotic medication called Thorazine and he is consequently thrown into a rubber room. His erratic aggressive behavior is why the doctors put him on medication.

Somebody help him before another body’s found. The Thorazine they prescribed doesn’t calm him down. He fiends for the sound of the paramedics and finds himself shooting up more needles than a sugar diabetic. He doesn’t want go to sleep because he is suffering delusions, hallucination, paranoia, and confusions.

But the symptoms of insanity started showing way back at this child’s birth. Then at the age of 6 this fool tried to play Jayo Felony soft. He took his toy and he cut his little sister’s fingers off. His mother disciplined him and whupped his ass because she knew Jayo Felony was tweaking because he dropped to his knees and said, “Thanks for the beating.”

Is it flashbacks from the loop that cause him to be mentally unstable and insane? Because he is peeling busta niggas caps as if it was a fruit. The Loc is on his own and his mind is racing. Jayo Felony needs to see a psych (psychiatrist).

Jayo Felony can’t be controlled when he is mad. Whenever this happens, his good side picks a fuckin argument with the bad side. The bad throws a blow without a doubt. And now he is laid out on the ground because he just knocked himself out. He jacks his own homies if he needs money.

Jayo Felony don’t need to be in society in this condition The drugs keep fucking with his brain.
And now he’s got more enemies than Saddam Hussein. At first it was just a part of his music. Now he is fiendin for his mind because he didn’t mean to lose it. He needs a vacation from this bullshit world. They got him on medication.

Funk 2 Da Head is another song about him being crazy. Funk 2 Da Head picks up where They Got Me On Medication left off and revisits the same topics. T-Funk and JMJ brought out the funk with this song.

The last song is the title track Take A Ride which is a perfect way to end the entirety of the album which is backed with a soulful harmonious chorus. The beats are bumping and quite memorable. The soulful harmonious chorus and bumping beats are what made this song a hood classic in San Diego, California and around the world.

Zoom Zooms And Wam Wams is about the drama Jayo Felony encounters when he goes to the store for some zoom zooms and wam wams (snacks).

Zoom Zooms And Wam Wams was intended to be a bonus track on the album but was pulled from the tracklist at the last minute by executives at Def Jam and was used instead on The Show soundtrack. Zoom Zooms And Wam Wams should have been used on his debut album and not just The Show soundtrack only. Now this song was included on the promo cassette version with the emerald green cover that was pressed up in 1995.

It’s the Loc. He let the funk boom like thunder. He grew up on funk like Betty Davis and now he has got braids like Stevie Wonder. His mother gets on him about the way he dresses. So he freezes his khaki’s up and then he is gone.

You can stare all day but just don’t stepon his Blue Suede shoes. He had to pay dues to get here.
And busters can’t fade the Jayo Felony and T-Funk from the family. Smoke or dip with them and him. Bullet Loc’s dedicated and faded, He straight made it. They celebrated on the yard drinking Blue Note. He’s a YG who is a YC. That’s why the one-time (police) is following him. He just shakes his head and says “Damn!” because he is just going to the store to get some zoom zooms and wam wams.

Jayo Felony wants to be like Donald Trump. Not Willie Lump-Lump. He puts that on his set that he makes everybody jump. Fool, don’t move until his ride hits the floor. There are boom booms in his rag 64. That’s how he rolls. There’s no time for the yin yang. Dogs in his hood are still bumpin fo’ thangs and Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz.

Jayo Felony is just tryin to keep his sanity, make some of them ends, get a business started, and help his family. He’s still gon’ get his sag on. You can’t see him as he is locced out. Baseheads are on the corner with a bag and smoked out asking him for a gang of change and he says, “Damn!”. All this drama to get some zoom zooms and wam wams.

French braids and Stockton cap with his hat cocked back Now he will lean into the side like Goldie the Mack. Everybody that’s incarcerated, hold your head high. He hopes that you see another sunny blue sky. Females will leave you stranded and he will let you know. She’s mad because the Soul Glo won’t make her hair grow. Her and some greasy fat fool rollin in the Brougham. But you know how that go, so yo, toss em up high. Because in the Southeast streets it’s do or die. He listens to the flow and just says “Damn!” as he rollin through the hood to get some zoom zooms and wam wams.

The song has quotable and memorable lyrics.

You go do your thang yo, and I’ma do my thang
You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon’ be everythang

BRRAOW BRAOW that’s how my toolie sound
when I’m drinkin Hen with my rhymes straight blowin in the wind

French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back
Now I’ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack

Grew up funk like Davis now I got braids like Stevie Wonder
BRRAOW BRAOW that’s how my toolie sound
You go do your thang yo, and I’ma do my thang
French braids and Stockton cap wit my hat cocked back
I want to be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump
Freeze my khaki’s up and I’m gone
You go do your thang yo, and everythang gon’ be everythang
All this drama to get some zoom zooms and wam wams

Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz came from the 1993 cassette single Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz/Pissin’ On Your Tombstone. The song Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz is about living for those material things in life as well as gangbanging. The beat is off the hook! Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz was another song that was intended to be on his 1994 but was not due to sample clearance issues.

Jayo Felony made a bunch of references to the Rollin’ 40s Crip gang on this track. Jayo Felony makes references to Gangsta Nation Crew. He represents Southeast San Diego, California. This was a diss towards Big June. This is what started the beef with Big June. The reason why Jayo Felony dissed Big June was that both them were from rival gangs and rival sets. Jayo Felony was from the Rollin’ 40s Crip gang and Big June was from Skyline Piru gang (Bloods).

Pissin’ On Your Tombstone came from the 1993 cassette single Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz/Pissin’ On Your Tombstone. Pissin’ On Your Tombstone is the song where Jayo Felony had dissed Big June, Repo Ric, Lil Felony, Dago’s Most Hated, Skanless Joe, Big Mike, Felony, Lil Fatal, and the rest of Repo Records crew. Jayo Felony takes jabs and disses Repo Ric and his entire collective of artists that were on his Repo Records roster. Jayo Felony makes references to Gangsta Nation Crew. He represents Southeast San Diego, California.

The reason why Jayo Felony dissed Big June was that both them were from rival gangs and rival sets. Jayo Felony was from the Rollin’ 40s Crip gang and Big June was from Skyline Piru gang (Bloods). This is what started the beef with Big June along with Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz.

The track samples Rufus Thomas – The Breakdown (Part II), MC Ren – Right Up My Alley, and Cypress Hill – Stoned Is the Way of the Walk.

I’ma Keep Bangin’ 94 is another track which is also yet again about gangbanging and reppin’ Gangsta Nation Crew that was included the 1994 promo vinyl called Jayo Felony – I’ma Keep Bangin’ / Livin’ Foe Dem 4 Thangs. Jayo Felony makes references to Gangsta Nation Crew. The sample is Horns of Brixton by The Clash.

I’ma Keep Bangin’ 94 was intended to be on the album as a remix and bonus track along with Zoom Zooms And Wam Wams. However sample clearance issues are what prevented I’ma Keep Bangin’ 94 from being on the Take A Ride album.

Now if Jayo Felony had added this song, Pissin’ On Your Tombstone, Zoom Zooms And Wam Wams, and Livin’ Foe Dem Thangz to the Take A Ride album in 1994, then the album would have taken off more and have made the album tighter. This version was better because the tempo had that upbeat rhythm and edge to attract audiences.

What that Diego like? A Uzi or a Mack 10? Bullet Loco is bailin with his niggas from the pen. These snitches and tricks are making the set look real bad. Instead of that rag, buster, you need a badge.

He’s gotta watch the pad real close for the break-in. Because suckers be faking but it’ll be no more mistaking. Jayo Felony handpicks members from his crew. No weak links, weaklings, faggots, snitches, or busters. Just straight up pimps, playas, and hustlers. Just pimps, murderers, straight up hustlers, and real motherfuckers who ain’t giving a fuck about a 9 to 5 job. Especially when he can pull up on you, blast that ass, and then drive off. You don’t know his name or the set that he claims.

These lyrics serve as poignant examples of how violent and gruesome the song really is.

Your car is far away and leave you with a frame
Sittin on bricks and that’s a muthafuckin shame
And I’m pissin on your floor cause I ain’t housebroken, bitch
They snitched on the Loc when I was bangin
But now on my nuts you’re hangin
And I just ask myself
Yeah muthafucka

It’s the Bullet Loco on the 47 block on a mission as he is gettin Inside like Edition. He is getting inside like Inside Edition. Bitches are wishing they could be hugging up and kissing him. But you see Bullet Loco is gonna stand with the upper hand. Hookers be lying like the motherfucking weatherman. Your perspective ain’t shit. Bangin don’t stop.

His little homies walk the streets strapped ready to peel a cap. So his enemy is gone off a motherfucking map. His boys might try to creep. But Jayo Felony doesn’t sleep, He keeps his trigger finger on his heat
Sure enough here they come on a sneak tip. (They attempt to sneak up on him.) However he has got a AK-47 with a 50 round clip. (He ain’t letting that shit happen. And he definitely ain’t having that shit.) He hit the driver and the driver crashed. Then he ran up on em busters and let them have it as he blasted.

But on his block, if you got them ends, you got the lleyo. His kids have got an appetite and need to eat in order to survive. So he just can’t say no. That is why he is cutting up his brick of cocaine just as soon as he can buy it. He even got a sample of it. Here smoke and try it. It’s all about the street life. His knife and his rag.

These lyrics showcase his “shoot first, ask questions later” mentality.

The Loc used to sag even when I played tag
Fuck the drag, here I come with the gun, son
Blast that ass, question later, I ain’t the one
Toss up the Thunderbird, never leave a homie hangin
Cause Bullet Loc ain’t goin out, fool…
And I just ask myself
Muthafucka

The song has quotable lyrics.

Why I gotta live like this?
You’re trippin and slippin
Thinkin that you can fade me
You must be on dope, bitch.

I’m cuttin up my brick just as soon as I can buy it
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it

You must be on dope, bitch.
I even got a sample of, here smoke and try it

I rate this album 5/5*****!!

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