I ain't fresh out the hood,
I'm still in the hood,
Still, still in the hood!
I ain't fresh out the hood,
I'm still in the hood,
Like a...
And I'm still on the block and you're wishing you were,
But you can't come back, they see the bitch in you, blea.
Jay Rock...
Put them in a,.. in my pocket, in a crap.
... and the bitches give me hugs,
The industry hates me, but the hood shows me love.
I've been doing this, I've been seen the crowds,
And the houses and the bricks coming straight up the...
Better...
Smash it down, pop it know, send it to the swat team,
... a thousand of white chicks, chains where I see,
Niggers know better, it ain't no point to try to fight me,
... get high!
[Chorus:]
Dying soul with my eyes on low,
Niggers can't see inside my window,
Oh, oh, oh,
And ain't never going nowhere
That's why you can find me right here,
I ain't fresh out the hood,
I'm still in the hood,
Still, still in the hood!
I'm stepping out the liquor store to a...
Honest with the o face,
Pushing or switching rap,
... to my kitty cat,
Nigger where you're sitting at?
Mine is on the East side,
Theirs is to the North side,
Welcome to the...
I'll show you what will be like,
Niggers better behave,
Have war, be brave!
Keep God on your side now, before it's too late.
When... come on and my Niggers... cookies,
... coming out the oven, cost them as...
Always shopping, watch Daddy shake them of,
It's in the,.. back door, shake it's pocket and leave them broke.
[Chorus:]
Dying soul with my eyes on low,
Niggers can't see inside my window,
Oh, oh, oh,
And ain't never going nowhere
That's why you can find me right here,
I ain't fresh out the hood,
I'm still in the hood,
Still, still in the hood!
You know I told ya,
I hate to fuck with ya, man!
Cause I ain't been in the studio,
You know where I've been,
Come on!
I'm still in the hood!
[Chorus:]
Dying soul with my eyes on low,
Niggers can't see inside my window,
Oh, oh, oh,
And ain't never going nowhere
That's why you can find me right here,
I ain't fresh out the hood,
I'm still in the hood,
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down that's wassup
Blow a pound that's wassup
Heyyy
[Ab-Soul:]
And my tail light broke like a promise, homie
It's the realest shit I wrote, on my momma, homie
My teachers used to call my momma on me
Now I'm a rapstar and I could fuck up my momma's homies
Me and schoolboy hit the liquor store
Chococalte swisher burnin slow, how sweet?
Who got the dro who tryna chief?
Like Pocahontas daddy and I'm off that granddaddy kush, I'm finna start a family
[Kendrick Lamar:]
I'm ghetto, my kool aid need mo suga
5 star suite, you ain't know, suga? (you ain't know bitch?)
I'm chillin bumpin anita baker
Caked up, they wonder why I don't need a baker
But really though I just need a hater
So I ask em for their number when I see a hater
Ask obama if I don't know about presidents, keep them dead motherfuckers restin in my money clip
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down that's wassup
Dog pound that's wassup
Heyyy
[Schoolboy Q:]
Look up in the mirror and my gangsta told me what it do?
Captain crunch and top ramen all a nigga ever knew
Got a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar too
Who that nigga standin over there? That's that nigga Q
What it do? Thas wassup, bang this in your tonka truck
Everybody rockin chucks and pistol packin that's a must
Saggin and my ass showin mami and the cops knowin all I wanna do is smoke a blunt, let it bump
[Jay Rock:]
Yeah I'm lookin in the mirror and the nigga said wassup, Rock?
And that nigga looked back at me and said boy you certified
Took my 87 regal put it in a chop shop
Stash spot, 45
Run up, you gonna die
Lookin for a pretty bitch who can twerk it and throw it back
Nigga diss me, no I ain't missin I'm throwin shots back
Jay rock, top cat, and I'm still a top dawg
Boxed in that Porsche box like I'm fighting south paw
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down that's wassup
Dog pound that's wassup
Heyyy
[Ab-Soul:]
I'm solo, take a photo, blowin no dough in a dojo
[Kendrick Lamar:]
We a green light, you a no go – Hey Q go!
[Schoolboy Q:]
No rock go!
[Jay Rock:]
I'm a rock though, like a rock though and my eyes low and I drive slow like paul wall!
[Schoolboy Q:]
Give it back though, I gotcha
Ab-Soul
Nah fuck that, I'm a ball hog
[Kendrick Lamar:]
No fuck that, they gon fall off
[Schoolboy Q:]
Gotta sawed off, I'm a hop out and let it all off, hop back in then I haul off
[Kendrick Lamar:]
We situated, we hit the pavement so hard we all got ground to play with
[Ab-Soul:]
A challenger is like, last year calendars
[Jay Rock:]
Yup, your all outdated
[Kendrick Lamar:]
We all amazing, you all can hate it, you can live or die that's your ultimatum
Married to the game at the alter wasted
A pound of white rice on the side by Asians
[Schoolboy Q:]
Niggas didn't ride for me, bitches didn't sign me
And what's the one thing they hated most?
[Jay Rock:]
Sayin bye to me!
They know I put it down now they wanna say wassup
When you see me in your town say wassup
Roll around say wassup
Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
That's wassup
Break it down that's wassup
Dog pound that's wassup
Nickerson Gardens, take one
Carnivore, who wanna war, I'll wrestle with a dinosaur
Find a whore, have her on the corner fuckin you and yours
Off tour, steel packed, yeah I got the steel pack
Wish a nigga would yeah, shoot him till his grill snaps
Barbecue a rapper like we barbecue on labor day,
Yeah you got them chains and things but you ain't got no paper mang
Still be catchin vapors mang, hotboxin in a donk
In a south beach, M-I-A, higher than a paper plane
Waivin at my fans, I'm the man, what you tellin god
I don't rap in booths, I rap in synagogues
I'm the fuckin truth you mothafuckas been frauds
Like stolen mastercards, I out mastered ya'll
I bring disaster to your leaders and your tag alongs
I tell em gimme the whole rack leave them tags alone
I'd rather pop em myself like henny quarts
2 week cruise as I pass 4 ports
Like a chain smoker in a hotel resort
If I resort to violence, it's for the blood sport
Watch a blood drop, watch a blood pour
Yeah the shells hot steam comin out your pours
It's a sauna in my glock who wanna open up the door
It's hot up in my block and it ain't neva snowed before
Unless I had the rock setup shop my own store
I dribbled with the rock the fiends shot so I scored
Kick game even gave em field goals they want more
So I took em out the park like a ford vehicle movin forward
That's crazy ain't it? I take it overboard
I make a rapper walk the plank whenever I record
I make them bitches give me brain like a motherboard
Me and my niggas run trains when your mother bored
I know what you thinkin, I'm a reckless boy,
I take the necklace off your neck leave ya headless boy
Wait a minute drama, catch my breath
Take 2,
Sleepy hollows with them hollows I be ridin you just follow
I'm original you borrowed your style, I'm wild
Like gorillas in the congo bring gorillas to your condo
Let em run bitch through your goodies for a while
Desperado with a magnum in a tahoe and a magnum on my dick yeah
Fuckin on these models in a motel 6 yeah
Wait, that was 06′ now I'm pimpin at the W
Penthouse, balcony throwin up W's
The crowd at the lower level like, "we lovin you"
In the words of nipsey hu$$le, "I fucks with you"
This uncomfortable
If you a new artist, that ain't your album droppin
That's a floppin target
You niggas shop at target
I'm at the swap meet, coppin a fresh white tee
Cause my hood buzz the largest
Put prices on your head, niggas built for bargains
Make you run your jewels, you was built for talkin
Now nigga anny up, before a load this cannon up
And can your candy ass no homo pull your panties up
Pssst, jay rock obama could bring drama to a horror film
As I clipped the cigar and tilt the brim
Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter
Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter
Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over
Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover
Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind
Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigger, no response
Rest a hater, respirator,
No response, green light, go time we're all black I know mine so you know
One time snitch nigger, bitch nigger,.. with a seven cause that's all I can get nigger
Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me... shots to your jugular
Projects hold me down, A1 customous, A1, A1 omnigous, A1 predatus, pig shelling man down
Got the lost... nigger we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me some
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...
Motherfucker...
Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it
Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping
Mano bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks...
What the fuck you thought this was? All I know is doing me
Flying... doing three, got a lane blowing trees
Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low hard rock of pure blow
I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show
Serving... in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets
Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggers locked up
Snitched on by own cowards, OJ told me that's life
Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed
Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigger, this is how I feel nigger
Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigger
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...
Motherfucker...
My mamma tell me dress up, gotta keep the feds off
Gotta keep the guards only, I know the motherfuckers want me
Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town
No tomorrow, no promise, know I gotta get it now
Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow
Know I need your forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles
Know I gotta shit on niggers, know I gotta do my thang
Knowing that I need me, know the drama that it brings
Know I can't trust you souls, know I can't chase these bitches
Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils
Know I gotta push this trust, know I gotta paint these pictures
Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business
Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing
Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble
Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me
Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me
I don't wanna have to itch you with this... burn your whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine, trying to get...
If you ain't know now you're no mine
Slang... rid hell no... take another trip to the liquor store
The... wanna smoke,.. you can smoke...
Featuring: JBlack
How cool is gang banging?
Its love when you and your homies hanging huh?
Your uncles head did it so its a chain reaction [?]
Relate to your homies because them two are bastards
Feel that your hood colour look good in Jordans
Striking your name on the wall to feel important
Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line
Say the wrong street corner its go time
But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet
if the ??? can pull it cameras coming for the footage
Channel 9, Channel 11, Amen [?] Nines, Mack 11
Another baby for the reveran
Of the casks take action [?]
In a matter of a second nothing matter when you reppin for your turf
Hold it down, have heart - Put in work
There is more to the story when youre worried and youre wicked
And your ments will never get it
It's a sickness when your own kind
[ Chorus ]
Different names different sides
But I could see it in your eyes
That youre (just like me) and Im (just like you)
Your (just like me) n im (Im just like you)
Its up to you to decide
How your gona change your life
Your (just like me) n im (just like you)
Your (just like me) n im (just like you)
How cool is selling drugs?
It's love when you and yours [] is making bux huh?
Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction
Risking somebodys house just to get it cracking
Now everybody see you as a D-Boy
You shinning bright now
It was hard to be a dekoy
Surving them junkies to get some quick cash
To give to your mamma because she doing bad
Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding somethin
If you dont look out for
Knock, Knock feds are comming
Your aint even really thinkin
coz your mind is on tha money
jelious niggaz poiliticking on the property []
But your blinded because you shinning fiend want atger hit
So you serve him 30 minutes
he odd of the shit
theres more the story when youre greedy and youre wicked
but your mind will never get it
its a sickness when you kill your own kind
[ Chorus ]
You ever throw your life away?
On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face
Or perhaps living in the fast lane
Selling drugs poursing peoples brains
Its just a thought but dont stress it man
Just know somebodys mamma out there sufferin'
Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet
Feel victim from all this gang shooting
Mmm mmm
Man these niggaz out here wallin
All the hooping and the hallan
Man, you ??? try and hit college [?]
where all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents [?]
Yet your mom never promised [?] ??? well nigga im being honest
better wake up fast
Laughs of a bying breed
All i do is press facts, jack
Look, there hood story
Sauring hearts will never feel it
Plus their minded is really twisted
Its a sickness when you kill your own kind
[Verse 1]
I've been gone for a minute, now I'm back in this bitch
Like a porno star, man I'm going to go hard
Go and take you a flick, picture perfect
The way I merk it, lurkin', like swamp thang
Close curtains, yeah that's for certain, if you ever hop in my lane
Nigga fuck your chain
I'm out here thuggin' bitch, what the fuck you thought
Talkin' all that ra-ra think you the kaka
Get your hood compound chalked
What the fuck you thought?
So fuck your shoebox money
Talking all that rich shit got you nervous
You ain't in the hood, you ain't 'bout that
Stop that 'fore them killers end up where your house at
Ka-ka-ka, leave you topless
In the 'jects with my homies, watts and [g's?] be my domain
Some of my niggas deal cocaine
Spill a line off a plate then they rollin'
But these clown ass niggas they jokes mane
It must be the dope they smokin'
Streets know that I got that fire
Rock 'bout to take them higher
[Hook]
I got that a1
Yola, yola, yola, yola, yola, yo-yola
I got that a1
Yola, yola, yo-yola, yo-yola, yo-yola, yola
He think he cold, but I'm much colder
Colder, cold-cold-colder
I got that a1, yola, a1, yola, yola, yola, yola
I got that work (x3)
[Verse 2]
I'm the incredible, gargantuo
Crack competition like pistachios
I got it on lock, can't crack the code
Streets know I'm hot, you catch a cold
36 kilos, me nigga
Drop me in a pot, watch me eat nigga
Need to practice what you preach, nigga
Your rap stats sour, you a sweet nigga
I'm way too a g, tde no limit, I'm p nigga
Sippin on henney in the back of a lac 22 inch vogues on a fleet nigga
Know you can't do it like me, nigga
I was born broke, so I'm bound to ball
I can take a quarter piece, turn it to a key
100 gs in a week, that's an easy call
Everything I do now — easy call
Snatch your bitch — easy call
Give her right back, we don't love the hoes
Let her suck 'til I blow, then I'm on the go
Handsome shit, big daddy kane
Runaway slave rock off the chain
Streets know that I got that fire
I'm about to take them higher
[Chorus:]
Baby girl I put you up right we headin' to the West Side,
I got the all red Bentley doors when we all right so baby girl let's ride
Girl, I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
Cause we gon' do it all night, yeah
What it do, look, Roll out that red carpet watch how them girls stalk me
Ladies I smash often, my bed they valet parkin'
They like how I be saucy I'm fresh to death bitch
I ain't a millionaire yet, but I'm hood rich
I got that Kush shit,
I'm talkin' gutta gutta
I got that wood stick she got that butta butta
That body looking yummy, yeah, that ass talkin',
Sexy her swag awesome, Jimmy Shoes, bag, flossin'
Up in the club stuntin' sipping that Nuvo,
Lemon head, Look at my chains shinin' like chandeliers
Where my pretty girls at, sexy face, ass fat
Hotel poppin' after hours I'm a smash that!
Call me daddy, fat stacks, pockets on swoll, nothin' less than hundred on the Kush when I smoke
Baby wanna roll, tell me what it do cause a playa turned up I reserved a room for two.
[Chorus:]
Baby girl I put you up right we headin' to the West Side,
I got the all red Bentley doors when we all right so baby girl let's ride
Girl, I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
Cause we gon' do it all night, yeah
Now they love it how I be killin' em'
Haters say I'm dead wrong,
Looking for a red bone, big booty head strong.
Hopin' I can take her home satisfaction guaranteed
Dr. feel good, got yo baby momma calling me.
I be workin' in them sheets, $80 due, heavy plumbin'
All night, long bang, bang, like a lone drummer
We rush bottles to that VIP, C.D.E.
We in the buildin' ladies go crazy, A.D.D
That's what we do, so what it do, baby what it's lookin' like?
Love my liquor brown, mix it with a little Sprite, that's gon' get me right looking for my friend tonight.
Sweet tooth, performin' the placard pieces, my appetite. She like entertain us, so she gonna entertain us, dip it low, stripper pose dollars at her ankles.
Everything is paid for, put that on my tab, I put that on me and I got it on smash.
[Chorus:]
Baby girl I put you up right we headin' to the West Side,
I got the all red Bentley doors when we all right so baby girl let's ride
Girl, I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
I can't wait to get you home to bang bang
Cause we gon' do it all night, yeah
yall n-ggas stop talking all dat sh-t in the club man
[Trey Songz- Chorus]
It aint a problem we can thug it out,
(yo hood my hood)
come show me what you talking bout (talking bout)
right here whats goods,
aint a problem so just watch your mouth,
talk tough till we
erase your face and take you out (take you out)
it aint a problem,
[Jay Rock]
.back in the days,
unfortunately a lot of real n-ggas being replaced,
with all the official n-ggas that put frowns on their faces,
everytime the ms come on they perpetrating,
i guess i grew up different,
i cant blame them, my childhood had to evolve around killers,
gangs and drug dealers, weed and cocaine
which eventually made me who I am today,
so I dont pay attention to em,
i dont ever listen to em,
i just brush off their loud talk,
play the background waiting for something to pop off,
watch the same n-gga run to his car,
lame n-ggas never saw guns before,
be the same n-gga talk about his guns to blow
he be considered a joke,
when the hot ovens come out, its life or death,
cut throat n-ggas run back to their mums house,
you scared n-gga.
[Chorus]
White on the ride,
model b-tch on the side,
on my lap 4-5,
n-gga thats how i drive,
on these streets homeboy its do or die,
you wouldnt know because you never came outside,
the wise man said actions speaks louder than words,
and you clown n-ggas working my nerves,
hop in the booth say you put work on the curb,
guns in the hood but never took a (?) on the turf,
never mention that when you rapping ya verse,
nah, act tough when you yap on the chirp,
aint dat some sh-t your homies come around and you act like you run sh-t,
then wanna question my gangsta up on some dumb sh-t,
dont do that, we wont shoot where your legs is at,
its either your head or the area where ya head pledging at,
no allegiance, now breathing under God,
B-tch,
[Chorus]
Its funny how these n-ggas be so hard on a record,
see em in the streets, these n-ggas soft as a feather,
yall the ones that be in the club and they get their chain snatched,
we play for keeps so I doubt they get their chain back,
plus the ones that talk tough behind the microphone be the first n-ggas to run,
when the fight is on, them n-ggas scary and its easy to see,
I aint calling out names, got caller ID,
n-ggas want beef boy you know where I be,
in G projects 112 street look
dont need to check my resume n-gga im good,
B.L double O D n-gga im hood,
lifting weights think he solid as a rock,
bet i knock his ass down from a four five shot,
so dont talk sh-t homie when you know your a hoe,
like the good Bible say boy you reap what you sow,
b-tch n-gga,
Growin up I was a knucklehead, boy you never listen to me! that's wat my momma said
I'm from the projects, I ain't never had shit, me and my older brother, we had to share a mattress
No heat, no lights, had to keep them candles lit, my daddy left me at 8, in an out my life and shit
Gang bangas dope dealers replaced my father, neighborhood hustlas taught me to get them dollas
That's when I became a problem, product of my environment, it's hard to grow up be a doctor or a fireman
When you constantly seein that g ride tires screechin and them shots firin all the time it happens frequently
The hood inspired him to be a G, I bled for the game did it all for the letter B
The big homie gave me the name jay rock, this ain't no rap gimmick it's a real life story on watts livin nigga
[Chorus:]
You can take, me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out me, and that's the way it forever gon be, but I can't help it I'm gutta, I shoulda changed out, but all my life I been gang banged out
That project shit run deep in my veins now, and I can't help it, ooh who am I losin I can't help it
And all my life I been gang banged out that project shit runnin deep in my veins now
Let me take you on a detour, eastside watts, niggas will go in projects follow me home to my black n white appartments, police roll thru with caution, scared to death
The homies got tats across them, capitol BH over they necks, since birth bangin the set, even the hoes bangin the set, some ain't, but most is hood rats lookin for that buck
Them trash cans lay in the street ghetto technique for drive bys, for the low them 5 dollas will get u high
Dice games, white Gs, fist fights, six fo's, el co's, g rides, and mini bikes
Might see a couple of zombies late night, off what? off pipe membrane dead right, no lie
Somethin in the bushes, either the AK or the.45, no lie
Raised in the ghetto, with rats and roaches, smokers on porches, gettin high off yola it's colda norther but my city's the coldest
Where we ain't bond is the city of mornin?
[Chorus:]
You can take, me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out me, and that's the way it forever gon be, but I can't help it I'm gutta, I shoulda changed out, but all my life I been gang banged out
That project shit run deep in my veins now, and I can't help it, ooh who am I losin I can't help it
You could take me out the hood but the hood will never leave me
I'm still bangin, I'm still hangin, the only difference is I'm not slangin nickles and dimes more like slangin these rap lines
Verse is the truth when I step in the booth, niggas know I pour my soul out for the strugglin youth
For that fatherless son who needed love so he ran with a crew, grew up before his older brother did
Gin and juice, replaced the pain I knew, carryin them thangs to school
Them niggas was trippin I wasn't bangin the blue, but they had to respect me I never ran from who? nobody
Put my faith in god it's amazin how I overcame them odds
On my momma this past year my life has slightly been revised, but notice I said slightly
Cause me bein absent from where I came from, that's unlikely
[Chorus:]
You can take, me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out me, and that's the way it forever gon be, but I can't help it I'm gutta, I shoulda changed out, but all my life I been gang banged out
[Chorus:]
I keep them [?] 26's on deck,
[?] got a fresh [?] juice [?]
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it
I pull up on them hoes,
Roll my windows down
Let my music out,
Forfeit [?] shake the ground
Smoking on that medical
Sipping on some medicine
Top dog letterman
She wanna ride I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker
Plus she bought her best friend
Like it's [?] 2 for 1 party at the Weston
5 star sweets, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, biatch
I got a swagger of Mick Jagger,
If you want her, you can have her
I don't had her, we don't had her
They be shooting at my ladder
Cause I'm standing on a pedestal
She gonna give me good head
Just cause I'm ahead of you
Jay Rock flyer than [?] no shit
I'm a king, fuck a prince
I don't know no Will Smith
I don't owe you niggers shit
I'm a self-made nigger
Ain't that's why your bitch let me fuck her for days nigger
[Chorus:]
I keep them [?] 26's on deck,
[?] got a fresh [?] juice [?]
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it
They like damn got you [?]
My [?] like an immigrant
[?] love America, my swag just in feeling it
Clothes come from Italy,
Wine like the Kennedy
Middle of the [?]
[?] with percentages
85 percent with no [?]
Fit more than loud pipes, must I mention it
Rims kinda interesting [?]
I just want some [?] Shawty say I ain't intimate
We don't need no bake [?]
[?] she don't wanna suck a brother [?]
[Chorus:]
I keep them [?] 26's on deck,
[?] got a fresh [?] juice [?]
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it
I got a fast car, Nascar,
Popping like a [?]
Pussy wet [?]
Finger for my wrist [?]
Got me fucking on my girlfriend
[?] yellow [?] my [?] feel the L.A. breeze
[?] I got [?] I came a long way from Bronx selling weed
[?] gamble with your life, pussy niggers roll them dice
[Chorus:]
I keep them [?] 26's on deck,
[?] got a fresh [?] juice [?]
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
Ft. Kendrick Lamar
Keepin' it G ain't nothing,
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
I got the whole block bumping
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
Nah, nah, nah, you know what this is
Tell them this is celebration bitch is
With the barbeque dips and the mini bites
Min skirts in the seas and the... lights
Down below tables, we got big 6
Round from we do concrete back flips
Flip-flop, flip-flop, flip-flop back
Do the ghettos where I bring hip hop back
Real niggers love me, they tell me keep it pushin'
The only niggers... for waste out of central bullets
County jails and the lock downs up north
Said I should have it if... pass the torch
That's how they feel Jack,... more than rap
This that project, hair cut and the quotes...
This is where the whose punch you... that
Meet you quarter whenever I put a quote on the track
Keepin' it G ain't nothing,
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
I got the whole block bumping
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
From Compton to Baltimore I'ma kill it
I buy a morgue in a minute, the public house the... couch of a section
... the air conditioner broke but I'm cool enough
To ensure you my ride isn't Eskimo, huh
And I peel off... getting my clothes off
And I block off energies from the inner cities that we lost, huh?
I'm putting the ghetto on double my back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, drive by
Shooters, looters, federal... intruders
Engines on back of scooter
The wheel... and we need to know yeah who you are
You are in the presence of the mini presence
... the gift for the future... I said it
Thug life, hood keep mad city, mad respect
Representing the... life
Keepin' it G ain't nothing,
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
I got the whole block bumping
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
The whole girls tells me I'm the shit
I break them off so they can buy some outfits
... about they sons... a pack of new toys
Give them the game, school them of what's really important
It's how I was raised, the og's had me
13 fresh off the porch...
But I'm wiser now, show them my young niggers
It's other ways you get them dollars and funs niggers
Coming down in a old school so cool
Whip like a 5 bar call it so cool
You don't know the... every girl do
Put your ears to the speakers I'ma show you
I paint the picture so perfect
In my cd you see Monalissa in person
Courtesy of... and arm reach, 1 1
Keepin' it G ain't nothing,
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Watching young nigger show his ass I'm pumping
I got the whole block bumping
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
Yeah, gotta get it off my chest like
Nigga just been thinking
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gotta get it off my chest,
Gotta get it off my chest like
Yeah, when I say shit I just want people to feel me
You feel me?
Yeah, uh, yeah, look
Mayweather with them hands, Rambo with them gats
Slick with my talk put your ass on your back
Fake ass niggas fake ass bitches I don't trust them
Keep God first, do for my family on my hustle
Niggas talk down when they see you on the come up
Bitches steady calling for the pipe like I'm a plumber
Haters, they don't wanna see me shine for the summer
So I stay upon my grind like 24 hours
No sleep, flow is funky no shower
I'm deep in the hood like a transmission
Can't fuck with my ambition
Listen, you don't comprehend it my nigga so sit your ass down
Pay attention my niggas
These bitches on the prowl for them dollars
You gotta understand, pussy is power, seen a nigga get smoke for a bitch that wasn't even his so when I fuck me a hoe
Just know the pistol near
I take a look at my life I see it crystal clear
People say I'm the truth so I just keep it real
Like I'm suppose to, sitting in a coaster
My nigga rolling smokes up five gettin' high
All the time like we suppose to
Hate to watch the news
It's depressing
'Cause niggas always dying every second
I wake up every morning thank the Lord for my blessings
I lost a lot of friends, friends become enemies,
Enemies become friends, guess that's how the game go
When you at the top you spot that's where they aim for
My pride I'll never let go 'cause if I bow down they chow down, I lose they win
Who gonna smile now, I play my part go hard in everything I does
... terrible situations, slippin' I fall, that's what them haters...
I'm just tryin to blow, I'm patiently waiting
Like I'm on a boat fishing for trout
I don't live with regrets, I ain't feeling no doubts
Now these fake ass niggas turning out their snots
Till we hop out that truck like what's y'all bout
I don't do it for the fame, I don't do it for the change
I do it from the heart, for the love of this game
Know how to get paid, with or without the rap
All I need is my partner...
J-A-Y, Rock at the end of that
Watch be my City Jack
Go ahead and Twitter that
Paper on your head, now call that a Facebook
Yeah I keep goons they only shoot from the waist up
Invest in a strap, go ahead put them weights up
Nigga don't boxe, they hold glocks when they wake up
That's the way it is, survival is a must
Don't put no faith in no man
[Verse 1:]
Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buyin weed we smokin, home of the low-lows
6-4s we rollin, chuck taylors and nikes, wife beaters and white tees
Up in the Yay area boys gettin hyphy
Los Angeles where them boys rockin them colors hard
Runnin from 1 time, we ain't livin behind them bars
Take you on Crenshaw, then show you how to ride a car
Hit a couple of switches, you won't have to buy a?
Take you on Slauson, I'm flossin, lookin like a star
Witta bad bitch with ass and cash in her bra
Pocket full of cash, we smash, we all at the mall
Hit a swapmeet, snatch some khakis up off the wall
Turn your music up cus we don't give a fuck about the law
Only Lord knows, this is California soul
[Chorus: The Game]
C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love
We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub
[Verse 2:]
Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Gotta get money homey, we hustle regardless
Changin my number nigga the streets steady callin, but
Moneys my target, nobodys flawless
Step in my building still got the work under my carpet
Still living heartless, rats, roaches crawlin
Killa Killa Cali, plenty souls deparment
South Central active, gang bang capitol
Bloods and Crips runnin the city dawg, it's factual
What set you claim? Little homey they askin you
Wrong color, wrong sign, boy they blastin you
And when you passin though better have a pass if u
Because these boys in the hood they'll casket you
Nothin but the truth is what I'm givin you
Lord knows, the life of a California soul
[Chorus:]
C-A-L-I-F-O-R-NIA, my name rang in MIA, I'm the talk of New York
Down in ATL, they smell me, so ain't shit niggas could tell me
Ask in Mo-town, they'll tell you how it go down, ain't no California love
We California thugs, we throw California slugs, so throw up a California dub
[Verse 3:]
Mothafucka this is Watts, California, Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Still in my hood on my beach cruiser, pedalin
Niggas think I'm a rookie but got the heart of a veteran
Nigga I'm a doctor?, I got that medicine
For them patients they say the go around me but that's irrelavent
Balls hangin low just like a elephant, still ridin high like a pelican
Nigga I ain't studder man, I do it for the gutta men
I do it for my people on a hustle on a struggle, we go? dawg
I do it for the W, west coast my coast, Watts, California
My hood my burough, plus I gotta keep it thorough man I gotta keep it gangsta
That's what I am no wanksta, never that
Momma never raised a chump, watch what you sayin huh
Do you know where are you going to
Do you like all the things in life [?] someone new
Do you know where are you going to Do you love all the things that life has put you through
All my life in the ghetto conditions uncountable
Watching TV I wish I was a hostile Like [?] I was just [?] a dream my daddy was [?] In a room rollin up a weed
Project [?] every night no sleep
That was back then
Only had the balls [?] high on pities [?]
[?] all I know is money all I know is violence
Life is a plan and you just [?] You crashing you burn if you
If you talk too much then you lay on the streets [?] that you speak
I've seen it too many times talk is cheap listen
[Chorus]
Jay rock is the name [?] blocks [?]
Still crack bottles got [?] to feel Weed to smoke kids to feed
All we know is money sex and weed
My [?] right I was doin it wrong
Stress on my brain [?] petrol [?] some pussy almost every day
[?] put some food on my plate
I know it sounds hard
But somebody gotta do it
Fake niggers claim they are real
But I am the truest
[?] on that grave on
Watching my days go
[?] real nigger loves me
I stay connected as they go
[Lil Wayne:]
Ok now shorty had yellow
Shorty eyes brown
Shorty so go
And so is my crown
Baby color me red
Shorty code red
And so is my flag
Purple in my bag
And shorty hair black
And so is that car
That I got on my back
How could I go Hard from my girl in fact
I could take a ball from the world
Since the president black
I went and bought a black pearls
Like damn
And she gonna wanna see lil wayne go
She just wanna bonnafie lil wayne boe
Now or later cause me and her gonna create art together
Ohhhh
She wanna do it has we do it all night
I never blew it hurt my lung
I only look nice
See the wall black and I dress all white
Yeaaa
[Jay Rock:]
Mama says she love it when I'm color coordinated,
So I pull up in a barum coupe with maroon license,
And my supes outmaneuver like?
Maguiver when it's time to ride,
Say she always feeling blue
When he telling white lies
Rain on her window pain
All she see is grey skies
Told her hit this purple
Maybe this will ease your mind
I'm rocking purple lable
Check out my shirt design
Perfect with her purple kisses
Slack track number eight
From the tree maybe this is something you ain't neva see
Put you in a real world
Take you
Sippin on pink panties
In the stretched limousine
They takin of pink panties
When we hit the room please
Don't confuse me for no murdera like Norman beats
But I'm about to kill it
Pull out the yellow tape
I'm guessing I'm a criminal
You caught up in my web
Like a brovy clues
Hey that is a color never seen boe
[K.Dot:]
She love it when I'm flamed up
Feel the pump
Red Lamborghini at the Grand Lux
Grammys with the red tux
She a red bone
Red manicure
Red hair
'Think I like her
Might wife her in sum red airs
Walk her up my red stairs
Headed to the red room
She gone yell code red once I jump in that room
Red diamonds on my wrist, red diamonds on my neck, give yo' ass a blood bath, if you ever disrespect, red lobster, you a small fish walking thru my set, red beam, I'm aiming from the roof of my projects, She know that I'm gangster
She read that I'm a prospect
Eatin' read beans, shitn' em 'Where the flys at? '
Red in my pupils and that's just from the contact, she wanna blow up I'm a show her where that bomb at... So baby ride with the red flow, her face turned red soon as I said let's go
[Lil Wayne:]
Yea Ohhh
Ohhhhhh
Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhh
Ohhhhhhh Ohhhh Ehhhhhh
Hahaha That's right baby
Just the same old same old,
Same feigns in the hood
Chasing the best dope
Project hustling
Chasing and pay so
The [?] ain't dead
You know I had to shake goals
But my domain never switch
[?] fucked out [?] no doubt I am living it
They can't claim the [?] the year they found snoop [?]
Is back learn my scrap
Let me put a wehole in them
I have seen them all betray envy [?] died in my arms
[?] for you fuck
[Chorus:]
Welcome to West California
We ain't scared to [?] upon you
You ain't prepared when it go down
You are already dead about now
Welcome to West California
We ain't scared to [?] upon you
You ain't prepared when it go down
You are already dead about now
The homie told me put your feelings aside
But since I got sign I have been feeling the vibes
Niger playing [?] all day
They ain't been in my shoes [?] niggers kill you when the sun is out
Make sure the gun is out [?] you don't feel me yet
Fine [?] kill your last squad [?] if you live
Your body might need parts [?] right on the top shut to the stars
[Chorus:]
Welcome to West California
We ain't scared to [?] upon you
You ain't prepared when it go down
You are already dead about now
Welcome to West California
We ain't scared to [?] upon you
You ain't prepared when it go down
More money to blow
Then I am good to go
More... to smoke
Then I am good to go
She dropped that ass on the floor
She's good to go
Stop playing with me
Tell me what is in for
We could leave right now
Tell me if you're good to go
Your friend could come too
Tell me if she's good to go
That coconut is rocking me
I am good to go
Stop playing with me
Tell me what is in for
Boomerang
Boomerang
... if she's doing back
Best believe I am gonna catch it
18 hundred on that coconut is a rock
She's gonna sip it make the pennies drop now
You you and her back to my room
And work I am talking about
... I will never save them I just like... a lot
... do you got that boomerang tell me if...
Chorus
She drinks that drink slow
She's good to go
Pop to a... I am gonna lay back
While you do your thing
Makes you with some dro
Then she's good to go
Put that ass on the floor
She's good to go
Stop playing with me
Tell me what is in for
Boomerang
Boomerang
She keep on coming back (repeat)
She got that boomerang
She keep on coming back (repeats)
She keep on coming back
Like a rear
If you pay for you don't need a refund
Got that wet wet
I am talking niagara fall
I could swim in it
I mean my boogie...
1 o'clock 2 o'clock
We can go all night
3 o'clock 4 o'clock and she's still at...
... like an addict because she got that sniper
Good candy sweet put it on a rapper
She's looking at a rapper
I tell her that I am jay rock
After party bad bitches fallow me
Everywhere I go
That's the only way I know
Lose is not an option
Now get that ass on the floor
We get it popping...
[Verse 1:]
I'm jay muthafuckin rock nigga wat it do, all red chucks yellin out suwoop, known by dem niggaz dat be wearin all blue dats y I get a pass erytime I ride thru, eastside bounty hunter watts dats my klick nickerson gardens nigga u kno da bricks, nine doube 0 five nine u kno da zip top dog lite it up we just gave dem anotha hit
[Chorus:]
Cause I'm a blood nigga red rag til I die u see da brims u see da ru's man u kno we certified, I'm a blood nigga, damu's on da ride flamed up across da globe nigga u kno we worldwide, I'm a blood nigga wen u see me better give it up nuthin but a b thang homie we don't give a fuck I'm a blood nigga, hataz tryna shut us out da door get yo walk on but I'm a keep it blood tho
[Verse 2:]
I'm a blood nigga, all red bandana with my juelz on but I'm not santana, I'm a blood nigga, just bikkin bakk bein bool kut off khakis braids n house shoes, I'm a blood nigga, heavy thang 2 my right can't correct me wen I'm wrong wen I'm wrong blood I'm right, I'm a blood nigga I'm tha realest nuthin nice wen it's beef then it's on I'm takin off rite on site
Yeah
I like this right here
See stuff like this
You just speak what you feel like
I mean you just say whatever is on your mind, like you know
When I say things, I just want people to feel me
You feel me?
(That's right)
Dwelling with my killers
Smoking good,
Blowing on that killa
Word on the streets,
People want to kill us
We got choppers,
They don't want to feel it
Say they want problems
Man, forget their feelings
Hackers and nerds
We are natural born killers'
Bustin down birds
Tryin to get a million
But we gotta eat
Feedin all our children
Getting paper
Stack it to the ceiling
Straight gutter
Heart colder than a blizzard
Leaning of the sizzerb [?]
Twisting up the hizzerb
Soc be the name game
Sharper than some scissors
Baby what it is?
Tell me what the wizzord
You can dance
I'm a whistle as you twizzorl
Keep it live
Got my chest out and my head to the sky
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
Some of these people actin like they know you
But as the world turns only time will show you
That's right (that's right)
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
Some of these people actin like they know you
But as the world turns only time will show you
That's right
Looking good in my chevy
Wish my granny could see me
Rest in peace mimi
Wish my daddy could se me
But the lord took him away
All I have now is mimis to play
Can somebody tell me why the ones you love the most
Always be the ones that go
Got my gun on my shoulders and my heart on my sleave
Make every moment count never know when your soul gotta leave
Just to escape from stress, I watch the tv
Sit so close to the screen I'm not able to see
Forget friends, all I have is me
Keep your enemies close
Cause family envy
That's cold blooded
That's my life and it's rough
Gat in my palm running your mouth then I'm gonna bust
I ain't a hater, my homie I don't cuff
Jealousys the root of evil
And ladies I don't trust
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
Some of these people actin like they know you
But as the world turns only time will show you
That's right (that's right)
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
I just mind my business
And do what I'm supposed to, man
Represent the apple, keep it real on garageband
Why every year I lose someone that I'm close to
That's why I stay strapped in every club that I walk through
Never know, crazy whack haters might hawk you
Stalk you, spock you, shell put a part through
Gat in my car when I ride in the dark too
When I let it off it's a light now say goodnight (goodnight)
Is that simple homeboy,
Shoot your fingers throwing up the wrong symbol homeboy
And we could clash like a thimble homeboy
Rase the bar, duck shots if you can do the limbo homeboy
(Oh boy!)
You're not a limber homeboy
You can get stretched out running the motor in your mouth
That's why
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
Some of these people actin like they know you
But as the world turns only time will show you
That's right (that's right)
I'm so antisocial
Cause fake whack haters I can't stand close to
Some of these people actin like they know you
But as the world turns only time will show you
i was on the block right ,
wasnt on my right mind
just a young nigga hustling tynna get mine
moving with the non double m
niggas like yew dont really wanna fck with them
young teenagers factuated with getting paper
i couldnt get it because mama wasnt able
black & white tv. sets no cable
40s in the fridge chicken noodles on the table
i wanst born with a silver spoon i was jst a child rasied off differnt toons
watching if the price was right i can get you a whole living room
Yeah niggaz!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started, let me get a rest in peace to my nigga Pac
Gotta go in on this one
Yeah, let's go
Give me my money and stacks and lace my swishas with kush, nigga
Hard liquir fuck up my liver, guaranteed I pick up
The west coast like the phone is ringing, hello,
Anybody on this phone this evening? Guess not
Jay Rock, out the bottom of Watts,
Gangsta, ain't shit pop but the water in pots
We cookin the crack, distributin' to the block
Gettin' it back, I use the same formula for rap
I'm warnin' ya, leavin' more dead bodies for the coroner
Shootin any witness with a cornia
As far as rap, I'm best the rapper out of California
Warrior, in the 300 like a sparley,
Gladiator, blast a hater, put em in a coffin
For coughin', that thera-flu won't do
Gonna need more if you don't wanna see the lord
Tell me what ya livin' for like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red, money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for the next four years
I ain't just got ends, I end cold reds [?]
Cosigned by the allmighty pac when I drop science
Like? I'm not lyin'
Put a scar on your face like cymbels uncle
Dumb fuck, I was built to tussle
Gangbang, murder state, west side of the mississippi
Where you can die like a shirt from an old hippie
Peep the irony, the heater on me when it's nippy
Hit a nigga on Q like I'm from the fifties
Roll through the sixties just to fuck withNnippsey
Hussle to the death like interpreters I'm hurtin' ya
I could close curtain ya, but I'll let you bleed
I'm a top dog, nigga, like?
Got the game on lock, well I'm still in the ki's
Don't get it twisted, honey, I'm still with the bees
Like sean carter on the yacht, what you got, nothing, nigga
Give it up, circle round the block (BUCK-BUCK a nigga)
What the fuck, this is hip-hop to the third degree
Murder emcees, send 'em up, throw 'em in a burboun truck
Throw some gasoline on 'em, light a match, burn em' up
I don't think you heard enough, fuck it, let me turn it up
Grab ya bitch, turn her out, sell her for a couple buds
Put her on a stroll, bet she'll bring back a armored truck
Tell her I'm a city nigga, gritty nigga, grimy nigga
Even when you eyes closed, guaranteed you'll find me
In the Watts with a backroad, the hood made my heart cold
Put me in a loophole, now the nigga do shows
Kick flows like I knew martial arts
Raving at Peter Parker once a nigga climb the charts
All my real niggas follow, I don't fuck with pussy niggas
Fuck with real bloods, real crips, who you foolin', nigga?
Jay Rock, jack the ripper, rep for every ghetto
I'm a still be here even when the smoke settle on a sunset
Rollin' down sunset, hand on the wheel
Middle finger to the cops, give a fuck how they feel
I'm a ride like a freighttrain on ya rap-lames
Screaming? got the projects on my back, mane
You ain't gotta aks mane, Jay Rock got it
Top Dog, aka they got dollas
Big like Chris Wallace, fly like weed parlors
Sig on my lap, we'll pop your collar
From the land where the coolest cat will drop your mama
Mouthpiece like barack obama, but still street
Stilll creep through your set, I'm a thug I guess
Cold stares for the clothes I dress, I'm well aware of that
Niggas be hatin', soon as they jump like a car cable
Homie gon' be disabled, screaming for help
Tryin' to kill me? Better of killing yourself, because
Suicide, it's a suicide
The way I was raised, either do or die
You can die any given time, it's not promised
Hop out, spray lamas, come back with the bic mac
Hassle McDonalds on our house, what you 'bout?
Big money?, for cheap talk
Bumping your gums, you'll get your teeth lost
Play me for dumb, we bust guns, leave ya street-chalked
Do this for fun, we hit ya block, let the piece bump
Like pitbulls, get shookup when the flow cook up
Tell 'em I got the hookup like candyman on your steps
I command respect like a law permitted to y'all
Y'all never come brawl with the west coast general
Criminal background, tell mama her son rap now
No more hustling rocks up in that crackhouse
All I do is bring it to you, pay per view
Food for thought, brought wordplay, what you brought
I brought the big boys with me, my project people
Call me Bishop Lamont, stand on top of the church steeple
Writin' raps 'til my hands collapse
Starin' at the world from a different view like my Crooked I do
Hold my beach cruiser as I ride by you
With my Glasses on, shout out to Malone
Out-of-towners want to trip, then I'm ready to rob 'em
See I got that K boy, who wanna pile 'em
And that K got a Dot, if I let a shot go
Hit you in your Ab, and there go your Soul
On my misson ready to roll, let's do this to a living
But Jay said that's a felony cause niggas keep on telling
If a coward snitch on me, then this what I'll do
Pull the rocket out and let it bang loose
Then give his mama the blues, like SBI
Got hot dollars now, so the FBI
All inside of my ride, that's the Cadillac Fleetwood
If the west blow, shit, you know that the east would
I'm coastal with it, look, me and Mistah Fab
Doing fabolous digits, it's a family business
In the field with that, then you get stuck up
Give it to you every day, seven years of bad luck
Who got the gin and the juice, toss it up for my name
Verse 1:
Look inside the eyes of a broke nigga
See the stress on his face
Look at his heart, ain't no love in the place
Warzone is mine--murder, money and mayhem
If he don't see a dollar somebody visiting Satan
He grabbed his gat from under the mattress, he cocked it back
Then grabbed his gloves and a mask, then threw on his hat
Looked in the mirror said, "times is hard"
So hard that he got gray hair on his balls---pause
In the ghetto, you destined to fall
That's why it's a must that we ball
That's why he on the corner lurkin', waitin' for a mothafucka to slip
Soon as he see the chance, he takin' the risk
The shit you do, when this nigga snatch you out of your whip
Empty out your pockets then snatch what's on your neck and your wrist---NOTHING!
Cuz when the gat in ya mouth, so speechless
Any false move and ya brains on the CE-ment
It gets gutter, when niggas starvin'
Niggas will run inside ya house, kill you on target--heartless
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke nigga
Chorus:
WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the ground
Give me whatever you got right now
WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the floor
Give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
My funds is low when I need some change
WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista
Ya dealin' with the diary of a broke nigga
Verse 2:
It's been a whole month he still ain't see no paper
Nigga losin' weight every time that he wake up
Plus, he tired of askin' niggas for favors
Cuz when they got mad they throw it back in his face
That's foul, flagrant this nigga been slavin'
In the spot all week still ain't see no paper that's fucked up
They say don't bite the hand that feeds you but if that hand don't feed you where would that leave you?
Now that the stress come
Can't turn back the hands of time
Got him thinkin' back on what he should've done
First thing on his mind now get a gun
Shit you gotta eat, and you got a son
And a daughter, now that's 2 mouths to feed
And that money seems far like miles to reach
But it's right there
But it's bright and cloudy
Life on the wrong road can't reroute it
Caught the nigga, and showed him what that heat will do
If you don't feed your wolves your wolves eat you
This is way beyond a cold thriller
This the diary of a broke nigga
Chorus:
WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the ground
Give me whatever you got right now
WOP WOP
Everybody lay down on the floor
Give me whatever you got plus more
When times is hard and I'm prayin' for change
My funds is low when I need some change
WOP WOP Make sure you hide your goods when I come mista
(Verse 1)
Everybody focused on this animal, so one who push the envelope, the remedy the antidote
Mix the Henny and the Coke, sell the tree and the dope, rain sleet and the snow, do we sleep? Hell no
Pop a tag and pull up in a Elco, Bag a bitch at Elco, run up in her tailbone, grindin cuz i sell mo, hotter then that hell boy
Fresher than an altoid, see me in them tabloids, Actin like a damn fool, running from them bad boys
Keep a Will Smithon Wessen, BIG shell out my weapon, hit you like an astroid, get high wit androids
I'm outta space wit this shit, pass the L to Elroy. I ain't took a L boy, I ain't never lost nigga. big heat on me blood.
Click defrost nigga. Lookin at a boss nigga. Fuck you an yo boss nigga, Iron on me ever see a hunnit break off nigga.
(Hook)
Lotta niggas don't wanna see me shine/
I break em off one at a time (what, what)
Where you from nigga?(what, what)
All I know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
All i Know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
All i Know is...
Top of the morning while niggas yawnin, I'm in ya bushes when no ones looking I'm on it
Guerilla Warfare, bananas in the regal trunk, get you cerebral slumped, my shotty is the people's pump
Asthmetic gotta bad habit for bad bitches and black fabric, Black on Black Benz that swerve through bad traffic
Bag back. I sip yach and leave hash ashed "Pass that nigga, tryna high in this motha fucka" Thats what the homie said.
I rolled another one and took that bitch to the head. Yeah. Then made yo bitch gimme head.
Didn't take much she off a half a pill in remi red. Yeah. And my eyes rly red, like my flag or the 5 ball Jag.
Zoom past like a lightyear. 100 racks thats a light year yeah, yeah.
(Hook)
Lotta niggas don't wanna see me shine/
I break em off one at a time (what, what)
Where you from nigga? (what, what)
All I know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
All i Know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
All I know is...
Breakin niggas off like a Kit-Kat. If you aint talking no dollas nigga don't chit chat.
I'm in and out the set like i direct, and if i come across a pound of powder imma fluoresce.
Holla at ya parter of the water got the purest. I ain't talking arrow head we getting dinero here. Yeah
California I'm the Pharaoh Head starin down the barrel of a nine if you don't recognize, Boy
Get yo attitude set aside. I gotta team of choppers for you jealous guys.
Haters they don't really wanna see me shine. So i hit em where it hurts when they see me ride.
Wit two bad bitches wit some Chinky eyes. After i was in the club wit my heat inside.
Jay motha fuckin Rock never slippin. Imma Boss I'm forever pimpin. Motha Fucka.
(Hook)
Lotta niggas don't wanna see me shine/
I break em off one at a time (what, what)
Where you from nigga? (what, what)
All I know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
All i Know is...
(Guns, Drugs, Bitches, Money) x2
[Verse 1Jay Rock:]
You woke up this morning
Not knowing blood will be on your garmits,
Hour glasses and informants
Look that's crawling down your harness,
See them demons and them omens staring at you
Mind control they want your soul
And then your rolling with them just know where you going,(hellbound)
Twelve rounds came out that 4, 5, look up to see 25 that's alot,(let's rewind)
When you pulled up on them 6's bust a pistol busting bitches nigga's looking suspicious load em' up while you,(switching switching)
Hungry enough to come and get you,
Hope the gun is coming with you,
Gonna have to shoot it out or shoot infront(won't pitch em')
Time is now you wasn't focused you seemed up like you had posted,
No tags it was stolen and then it was murder motives,
Blink of a eye you looking right at yo demise as they hopping out they gonna ride
It's a homicide on yo life,
The coldest thing you didn't see and now you laying there bleeding
Hopeness they keep out your weakness and now you hope to see light,
[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko:]
See out of my body's where they want me, they think they can catch me slipping they want me, so I sleep with one eye open, cause you never know when you wake up and you're gone,
[Verse 2Jay Rock:]
Now the doctors they operating pumping your heart infront of yo momma yo dogs
If you don't make it you gone,
On the way to the trauma center
They taking to long swerving in and out of traffic yo mamma tell you,(hold on)
Your bodies filled up with holes
You feel your body getting colder smelling that death in the air the reaper waiting for your soul,
While your fighting for your struggling to get some air yeah, when that line flat then it's a tag on yo toe,
As your soul start to travel out your flesh you see yourself lying on that gurney all bloody buddy it's a mess,
Wish the best upon your flesh
But your flesh might be dissapointed,
Pray to god that you anointed while awaiting your op union,
While he pointing in that waiting room
Going through the motions all the screaming and comotion
As they split yo body open, for the surgery and accertainly as seems that it's over better pray that you hold over,
Call your bloods how you was potent, I said maybe cause your safety is for certain out your hands,
Not your momma not your daddy not your girl not your mans,
None can save you hope they play you in a memory when you fly,
You made but your ligaments ain't alive
Wish you had died
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
Threatining messages punk got ahold of my voicemail,
Plotting and planning damaging, on giving this boy hell,
Hopped off of my boy hell,
Man I hope they enjoy shells,
Dropped, all up on they property gotta get cist when this toy yell,
Nigga I ain't dying just cause you jealous
I'm gettin' relish and I sell it my shit developed
So well that a deaf view can tell it,
I smell it he femalish roll up cause his gal I nail it spell it,
B-i-t-c-h but killa's wit' a sells pitch,
I'm gonna be dropping chopping alotta of body's gonna dropping from this,
Never gonna be another motherfucka fucking living in my land will wanna be talking some shit,
Cause I got kids niggas,
And I do it big nigga
But for the safety of my babies crazy now look what I done did nigga,
Hop off my tour bus in your town I'ma scope you out,
Hoping that I find you when I hear that shit that you spoke about, l
Like I'm goin' feel shit,
Like it's gonna be a real hit,
But you're just like that chick that gave you my number a little bitch,
Been in your town over and over you still absent,
And I do meet n greets, nigga you fo'real acting,
I'm sick of yo ill yapping you gonna get your grill blackend,
That's from the steel clapping that's 5'6 vill rapping it will happen, bitch!
[Verse: 1]
I never sleep, I'm on my shit dawg
Like a [?]
Niggas see me and I know they plots
I know the plots
They wanna see you closed when you're open shut
That's why I walk with the fifth when I'm on the block
Don't trip
'Cuz If you do that [?]
That's when you look up your shoulder and the reaper's coming
God, God some more of your people coming
Just keep them gates open I'mma keep 'em coming
They say life's a gamble
And if you play Imma rip your pocket in the shadows
[Hook:]
Sometime I roll the streets
[?] But don't trip my nigga
(Don't trip my nigga)
You know I don't care if you say you Blood or you Crip my nigga
(It don't mater my nigga)
But never think you ain't some [?] get your way splits my nigga
(It can happen my nigga)
Don't trip my nigga
(Don't trip keep it cool my nigga)
My nigga
[Verse 2:]
Just ridin' under the moonlight
Some illegal in the trunk, night moon shine
But never mind that, I got sidetrack
Got it down to a [?]
I can see 'em commin' in my sight
Easy money, fools paradise
I roll with it like a fool with a pair of dice
Cold with it, Like a pack of ice
Lay you frozen on the ground
Like a snow angel, No fable
They say life's a gamble
I'd noodle your ass like a can of Campbell
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
Some niggas shoot craps
Some niggas blackjack
But me, I'm in the kitchen with the flapjacks
Whip it, flip it again, stacks back
But see, what that comes to hassle
The boss try to throw it over your castle
Niggas you trained to be soldiers
Strategizing on how to take you to battle
And that's a fucked up situation
Got you patiently waiting for the infiltration
So if you gamble with your life
It ain't for the money, do it for the right price.
[Hook]
[Outro:]
Don't trip my nigga
It don't matter my nigga
Don't trip keep it cool my nigga
[Jay Rock]
Yeah, Los Angeles, 'Welcome to the Terrordome'
City of Satan, angels can't even get along
No lie, my town covered in darkness
Hoping that the sun just shine on us
Rolling up the kush, now I'm letting my mind wander
into another place, I ain't tryna go down under
Life is like a race and we all tryna finish it
Shit never fair, strays hitting the innocent
The good die young where I'm from and it's sad to say
that somebody gotta die today
Tomorrow's never promised, but we living for the moment
Nigga, time never stops, it just keeps on going
Crackers just gave my young nigga four life sentences
Twenty-five times four, nigga, do the math
And the hood never have witnesses
cause if we did, then them shots gon' blast
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
As I reflect, I start realising I wanna
Make a way one day for me and my momma, family and
friends
This ain't the way my life bout to end
So I'm quick to grab on my pen and
Give 'em something my people sure to feel
Give 'em something that I know is all the way real
[ScHoolboy Q]
Just waking up, mind playing tricks on me
Got the fifth on me, gotta take a risk homie
Was a ball player till the coach pissed on me
Keep it real, I could take you down the list homie
Be a tradition, see these Chucks be a mission
Burner be the fuel to the flame, the key to the
ignition
If you banging, be serious
Boys run up in your pad, point-blank, period, moms
ain't hearing it
Niggas said cuz [?] got blasted
Oh well, give a shit, shouldn't half-assed it
Only time you with it, when your niggas all tripping
Caught your ass slipping, now I'm stepping up my crip
and steady dipping
Riding through the city in lights, living it trife
Wrong intersection, ready to fight
Hopping out with my own agenda, who the contender?
Better hope this motherfucker jam (blahh!)
[Chorus]
[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, as I'm hearing the first and second verse
I try to analyse the feeling that's felt in the song
I want to tell Rock and Q to go to church
But that's a hypocrite because I ain't been in so long
I stare at the world from a righteous point of view
and realise a crisis coming
Novocain couldn't numb it, the pain is unbearable times
Let's rally a team, summon, and school the youth
How you feel about it?
[Ab-Soul]
Man, I feel the same way as you
It hurts my soul, like a needle piercing through the
bottom of my shoe
And if you behind bars
Hold your head, pause
And if you in close range with a nigga with a gun in
his waste
I pray the intervention is divine
I got a cousin in jail and handful of homies in Heaven
But earlier than expected, what the Hell?
And so I party like it's 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the L
Cause any day I could take an L
So my niggas gather around so they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, don't ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
I'm thinkin' at times if I could take a shell
Livin' for the moment right now, I don't really care
My bitch rockin' Chanel, she ghetto sidity
Magnificent ass, incredible titties
She like to pull on my zipper when I'm on the highway
Doin' 85 and the '85 Sade
In the background, got my hat down
Feeling like a king, shout out to Sac Town
You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so long the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
(Boss) Fascinated with the gold Daytons
(Ross) Fast paper was the motivation
Jay got the esés, I know the Haitians
When I'm in LA we meet at Crustaceans
Butterfly all kilos
Show me the money cause I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas' rent due
Put my life on it, I can show you how a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2Pac
I'mma boss, I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it's organized crime (Boss)
Mo money, Mo power
The world is yous, that's until I get my lead shower
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
Overlookin' the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
I'm talking big money, boats and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo' dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall is when you considered the top dog
So my eyes open while I'm on top dog
Let them pussy niggas hate, I'mma do me
Fuck menage a trois, I'mma do 3
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow
Let ya hair back, sip on this Merlot
You lookin' at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers
Even if I ain't got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin' same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause I'm a gangsta in his finest hour
[Featuring: J. Black]
[Intro - J Black:]
They sell out, or buy in
Put their lives on the line and call it grinding
Without a second thought, now he's doing 5 or 10
Money talks, its murder for hire hear the sirens
You smell the envy in the air, everything is fair
This is war, street dreams are made, it's not a game
[Verse 1 - Jay Rock:]
Motivated by money, money is mesmerizing
Many are murdered for it while mayhem is exercising
Money is Morpheus, and might pay your mortgages
Plus the morgue got some more of it
That embalmment fluid merging through your muscles immortaless
Philosophy rules, if your mustard is mean then your material views
Will put a misery on the broke
Majority manifests, a mission before they mope
For math we do the most, observing the optimist, opposites do attract
Operation for evil, its obvious for attack
Obedience is a must but its hard to obey
When your optics ain't saying no opportunities pay
It might be over a dice game, might be over a new chain
Might be over an old bitch, or you owe someone old change
You open for open game, then open your ears
It's not an option it's an order you get shit clear about money!
[Hook - J Black:]
The things people do for the money
And you might just lose your soul
And some will give their whole life
For the money, yep for the money
Will you give your whole life, for the money, for the money
[Verse 2 - Jay Rock:]
The negatives are normal when you knee deep
When nice sins get stabbed with a knife in or shot with a nine
The neediest the nosiest, they always trying to be friends
And if you naive you should notice all the signs
They known to turn naughty, might gain notoriety
But your nemesis is lurking through the party
No exceptions, no time to exit
Your neighbours is near, now you hearing noises
Say you got a death wish, everything is everything
Well equity is evident, find yourself establishing
Etablishment executives, street entrepreneurs
Examined in they estimate, extracurricular drug activities the testament
Taste the work, excellent, fiends excersing dope
To the head estrogen, entertain I have a hope
Intertwined with cut throats, enter when you please
Keep your eyes open its easy to be deceived about money
[Hook]
Why the say money is the root of evil?
Because when you got too much of it here comes the root and evil
So tell me why money keeps you satisfied
Do it keep food on your table, do it keep you hell-a fly?
Why, why is money always on your mind?
Because the less fortunate don't have money all the time
Why money got niggas out there doing time?
Cause snitches getting paid for police to drop dimes
Why bitches set niggas up for the money?
Pussy'll get you killed nigga don't think its funny
Why niggas sell crack to they momma for the money?
Money will have you snitching while your family be hungry
And why envy a nigga who getting money
When you got the same opportunity to get it dummy, yeah
It's just a thought for your mental my nigga pay attention
Get rich or die trying just know you can't take it with you
I'm talking money!
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