Intro (2008 Freestyle)

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[Intro: DJ Ill Will, Dave Free & (Jay Rock)] It's your wifey's favorite DJ, DJ Ill Will (Jay Rock, Watts Finest) DJ Dave, what's good baby? (Top Dawg Entertainment) Top Dawg E.N.T., the mixtape (It's '08 baby) Let's get it popping Yeah, it's your boy, DJ Dave (They ain't fucking with Rock) I'm in the building, Top Dawg Entertainment [Verse: Jay Rock] Jay Rock, number rocker, Watts city shotta East side, baby, you can't stop us Flawless, hit clubs, shake 'em like maraccas Hotel nights, them hoes screaming like an opera Hood nigga, so I'm never taking no shorts You either pay me what you owe me or I'm aiming for throat When a 30-I-6 got a beam and a scope Hit you from 100 yards, knock your frame on the floor, woah I'm so high, smoking on classified Stay fly, and shit, you ain't nеver soft The problem is, thеy must think a nigga soft Until I cock back hammers and knock them niggas off That's right, ain't no more fair ones You sleep a nigga, then he coming back with heaters, better carry one Bitch nigga, snitch niggas, all die slow Look, my day one niggas, Imma ride for Yeah, my momma and my seed, Imma die for Shit, I gotta keep it G until I go Flamed up, head to toe, call me Diablo In a red Lammy, purple feely got my eyes low I'm never slipping, riding with that 44 Through the gutter, duck and dodging them popos Behind black tint, sitting on them low pos Niggas keep talking bout the boy, free Pomo I ain't with the games, don't let them niggas gas you up I got niggas that'll blast you up If you ain't giving a fuck, then I ain't giving a fuck Remember, it's just business, I'm all for the bucks Take a sip of the Henny, while I'm twisting the dutch Money over them hoes, I'm never loving a slut Taking over the game, to the top is a must If I flop in this shit, then I'm back to rocking it up One day at a time, on my primitive rhyme Knocking your ass out if you disrespecting my mind Fuck around, lose your fingers, lay your hands on mines In your hood, in your house, I don't waste no time Got goons with me, dawg, all they do is ride They ain't got a 9-5, they only live off crime I ain't gotta do shit, all I do is rhyme Just put a word out and watch you drop like flies I paid my dues, I don't owe you shit You don't like Jay Rock? Then you can suck my dick Yeah, these niggas say they gangsters, but I don't believe it Only time I flash hammers, when it's time for the squeezing, man You know I represent the colour I'm bleeding Blood in, blood out, till the day that I'm leaving Hold it down for my set, ain't no bitch in me neither Niggas act cold till they ass get hit with them heaters Yeah, these clowns act hard, run they mouth like divas Got bitches on my wood, steady chewing like beavers, haha West side, best side, no doubt about it Deep in them projects, where my niggas wyling Ain't shit pretty, that's why we never smiling We ain't never had shit, that's why we steady robbing Snatching chains, snatching watches and we snatching wallets Hit the club and we rock the shit, like we bought it Through them city streets, dawg, we steady mobbing Killa Cali, get your scrap, we ain't never squabbing War time, war time, bodies steady dropping Keep your scary ass home if you don't want the drama Yeah, you fucked my bitch, but I fucked your baby mama Hope you didn't kiss her, she sucked my dick without a condom I'm so disrespectful, if you disrespect me, take that long ride in a hearse, if you ever test me On the road, doing shows, bitches wanna sex me Me and Dot in Cancun hopping on jetskis Everyday, San Trope, yeah we 30 deep in the club, bout to melee Got they hands up, I ain't even stick them up yet When I drop, have a lot of niggas upset But oh well, they just mad cause I'm so blessed I got now, don't give a fuck who got next, nigga [Outro: B-Dawg] This here's a Top Dawg E.N.T./Do It Nigga Squad public announcement for all you hating ass niggas, man Bundy, what up? Now man, I'm tired of all these hating ass niggas, mark ass niggas coming to me like B-Dawg, what's happening? What's up with these niggas dissing Jay Rock, man? Look, it's what it is, man Jump on your motherfucking internet, MySpace or whatever man Google up "Jay Rock", man Then you Google up these other niggas, man And you tell me what's happening, man Niggas ain't got time to be dissing these mark ass niggas, man Get a fucking deal, then see us, man Holla at these niggas when you get a motherfucking deal, man See my nigga in the motherfucking hood every motherfucking day just mobbing in your face, nigga I'm smiling nigga, you got a problem, put your pistol out, punk
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Credits
- Writers
- Jay Rock
- DJ Ill Will
- Dave Free
- B-Dawg