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jake the flake - dayton don't play lyrics

[intro]
jake the flake in this b-tch
telling ya’ll how it’s laying
down on dayton
why stay, we don’t play
none of that ho sh-t

[verse 1]
dayton don’t play that sh-t
you’ll get your skull split
soon as you run off at the mouth popping ho sh-t
see i got the gift of gab
we’re kicking it on the ave
(“what happened to that cab driver?”)
he got k!lled in that cab
a street full of lunatics
not leaving no evidence
the only thing found, dead bodies and my fingerprints
a city of crack fiends
benzo and heroin
the fiends look more sp-ced out than out on halloween
i’m up at the liquor store
getting paid, i’m selling dope
a fiend came through selling a fresh -ss pelle coat
i told him to let me see it
i told him i like that
i told him be on his way and never to come back
he left with no prob and didn’t say a f-cking word
i went in the liquor store and copped me a thunderbird
came out the liquor store
the (chronics?) was lined up
they knew my dope was cut
but they didn’t give a f-ck
i made all the sales but then i had one mo’
out of nowhere jumped a dealer i didn’t know
he said he had 2 for 1s
he thought he was having fun
from down in my pants there came out my sawed-off shotgun
i blew out his brains and then i ran quick
i had to let him know
that dayton don’t play that sh-t

[hook]
dayton don’t play that sh-t
motherf-cking vice cops
dayton don’t play that sh-t
stanky p-ssy hoes
dayton don’t play that sh-t
n-ggas trying to be down
dayton don’t play that sh-t

[verse 2]
dayton don’t play that sh-t
n-gga i got my 9
down on the corner
standing under illegal drug signs
coppers they roll past
i’m steadily clocking cash
they know if they stop
i’mma let my f-cking 9 blast
they paid me no mind
least that’s what a n-gga thought
the hook circled back through
had visions of getting caught
but jakey don’t get caught, i always get away
ran through the backyard and the trail to stash my yey
i came through the trail
ended up on the next street
the hook was on my -ss faster than a heartbeat
i ran back through the trail
i headed the other way
a cop tried to block me off
i blew his -ss away
see he died instantly
they was still following me
heard gunshots popping at me simultaneously
i thought, “could this be my end?”
and then i seen my friend
he came through popping with a motherf-cking mac-10
he shot them hoes down
i watched as their bodies bled
another occasion of painting the streets red
we broke them off proper
and didn’t do a f-cking bit
we had to let them know
that dayton don’t play that sh-t

[hook]
dayton don’t play that sh-t
b-tches trying to sack chase
dayton don’t play that sh-t
police brutality
dayton don’t play that sh-t
hoes disrespecting us
dayton don’t play that sh-t

[verse 3]
dayton don’t play that sh-t
we ain’t to be f-cked with
you’re still booming rocks boy
i’m making my cash legit
while you’re out there slanging crack
and breaking your f-cking back
i’m pimping like goldie
but jake ain’t no d-mn mack
cause pimps eat p-ssy
my pops told me that
i’d rather f-ck all the hoes and pack me a d-mn gat
cause down in my neighborhood a gat is mandatory
rocking up dope at my spot like a laboratory
see i stay low key
cause i like to be safe
28 grams a o, and 126 a eighth
my dope puts you in a coma
so good you smell aroma
i graduated, so get you a d-mn diploma
i struggled to make it by
the ghetto’s a cold place
strung out crack fiends
strung out on freebase
city’s the way i thought it would never be
now at my high school, be worrying about hiv
i called up the dayton clique
it’s time to make a hit
we got to show them crackers
that dayton don’t play that sh-t

[outro]
yeah, none of the n-ggas in my hood play that sh-t
(old juicy crew?), ike, ray-ray
young t, little rob, j-mack
special shouts out to the tdf
my n-ggas down off dayton
black jesus, (j-raj?), martin
j-bone, j.t., munchie
my cousin d.j., (little fool?), josephine, n-gga yeah
blue, (???), murder 1, al, (school?), tyrone
plus got to send the shouts out to them motherf-cking gangstas
my cousin (???), jiffy, punchy, shady
special shouts out to my n-ggas (???), chickenhawk
hold them down n-gga
you know, dayton don’t play that sh-t

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