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Dayton Don’t Play Lyrics by Jake The Flake

Out 2 Get Rich: The Album

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[INTRO]
Jake the Flake in this bitch
Telling ya'll how it's laying
Down on Dayton
Why stay, we don't play
None of that ho shit
[VERSE 1]
Dayton don't play that shit
You'll get your skull split
Soon as you run off at the mouth popping ho shit
See I got the gift of gab
We're kicking it on the Ave
("What happened to that cab driver?")
He got killed 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 spaced 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 ass 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 fucking 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 fuck
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 shit
[HOOK]
Dayton don't play that shit
Motherfucking Vice cops
Dayton don't play that shit
Stanky pussy hoes
Dayton don't play that shit
Niggas trying to be down
Dayton don't play that shit
[VERSE 2]
Dayton don't play that shit
Nigga 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 fucking 9 blast
They paid me no mind
Least that's what a nigga 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 ass 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 ass 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 motherfucking 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 fucking bit
We had to let them know
That Dayton don't play that shit
[HOOK]
Dayton don't play that shit
Bitches trying to sack chase
Dayton don't play that shit
Police brutality
Dayton don't play that shit
Hoes disrespecting us
Dayton don't play that shit
[VERSE 3]
Dayton don't play that shit
We ain't to be fucked with
You're still booming rocks boy
I'm making my cash legit
While you're out there slanging crack
And breaking your fucking back
I'm pimping like Goldie
But Jake ain't no damn mack
Cause pimps eat pussy
My pops told me that
I'd rather fuck all the hoes and pack me a damn 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 damn 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 shit
[OUTRO]
Yeah, none of the niggas in my hood play that shit
(Old juicy crew?), Ike, Ray-Ray
Young T, Little Rob, J-Mack
Special shouts out to the TDF
My niggas down off Dayton
Black Jesus, (J-Raj?), Martin
J-Bone, J.T., Munchie
My cousin D.J., (Little Fool?), Josephine, nigga yeah
Blue, (???), Murder 1, Al, (School?), Tyrone
Plus got to send the shouts out to them motherfucking Gangstas
My cousin (???), Jiffy, Punchy, Shady
Special shouts out to my niggas (???), Chickenhawk
Hold them down nigga
You know, Dayton don't play that shit

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