[Jay Rock]
Eastside, BH dub, you know about us
Get shot, or get robbed, we get dollars
Brick of blow, flip an Oz, hardly sniff it though
2 for 5 on a Friday, give and go
Bitch niggas wanna come and get a taste, they don't get it til they catch a red bottom to the face
No case, young nigga shootin' shit
I done delt in 88 with the temporary plates
Foreign cars but we dodge like bullets
Get to it, no talking, just do it
No swoosh, just killers off that kush
Me and Grizzley on the track we're both from the black book
All dirt, numbers scratched off that pistol
Selling crack viles out ya momma back window
Momma talking loud bout the shit that he into
She ain't gotta ask every month, what that rent do
[Jay Rock]
You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
If you knew a niggas story you would get chills
If you knew some of them secrets you would get killed
You ain't knowing shit real, shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real, shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real nigga
[Tee Grizzley]
Say you wanna get rich, no matter the risk, no matter how far the trip (Okay)
Say you just wanna be on, you want the Rollie froze, you would never break the code, okay nigga
Aye Kappanella, tell these niggas I'm at home there (That's the crib nigga)
Blood, tell these niggas I'm at home there (That's the motherfucking crib nigga)
Only joint rolled, nigga that's good everywhere
One nigga, 2 stretch, bitch I double dare
Money on the counter, chops on the floor
Besides the holy spirit, I ain't worried bout a soul
These niggas got a lot of mouth ain't got no money though (No money though)
And tell these niggas we can beef but don't get bloody though (It's gon' get bloddy)
90 days ago I was just in prison, I got out with a vision and now I'm with Jay rock and Kendrick (Ain't it a blessing)
Out in Cali tapping in with the realest, when really I wasn't supposed to see the end of my sentence
[Jay Rock]
You ain't know it real niggas don't sit still
If you knew a niggas story you would get chills
If you knew some of them secrets you would get killed
You ain't knowing shit real, shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real, shit chill, shit chill
You ain't knowing shit real nigga
- Nigga first of all, I pull in front of this piece of shit ass house
I'm wonderin' if they even got the cash
Nigga I kick in the door... This bitch-ass nigga's fuckin' on a bitch so I'm like "Nigga you got the nerve to be fuckin' this bitch while I'm tryna' rob you motherfuckers?" so I shoot this nigga in the ass. The bitch get up lookin' so fuckin' sexy, I'm like "Dayum! Sh-should I grab the cash or, or mack that ass?". Man I grabbed the bag nigga, I hit the door, this bitch started shootin' at a nigga. Nigga I hope you're putting 91 in this motherfucker, I know you...
- Oh yea? Hey, check this out champion-
I got a real question for you tho, bro. This whole time, I'm right here pumpin' gas, you smokin' blunt, tho?
- My bad nigga. God is good. God is good
Jay Rock: ...Stick it right here man, let's go man, get in the car, man
- But the bitch ass was so phat. I'm like, "I'm gonna follow her on Instagram!"
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