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conglomerate - jay rock lyrics

[verse 1]
respect my conglomerate, watts city monument
i rock plenty blocks
plenty hoes drop plenty off the tops when i’m rhymin’ it
bringin’ in revenue, this requitable untreadable
put me on a pedestal, i’ll stay up there
schoolin’ the youth, y’all are welcome to my daycare
strike like a bright match in the night
attack like a lion when you ain’t tamin’ her right
pull my aim to get right to your cranium
bars are t-tanium, cocaine from cuba, choppers from iranians
coupe like a ufo, welcome to alien
i’m e.t. in the gt and i’m rapin’ them
f-ckin’ them, no vaseline
good night, then i’m talkin’ them mafia screams
silent cries of a coward
kid said it best, gotta k!ll ’em in the shower
and i don’t smoke diesel if the taste ain’t sour
and i don’t f-ck with him if he ain’t one of ours
i represent the towers
hangin’ on a motherf-cker startin’ on my set gang
bangin’ on ’em motherf-ckers
respect it or check it, i’m nothin’ to mess with
ménage with my b-tch and my exes, i’m that cold
sh-t, got a b-tch that’s thick as my bankroll
puffin’ up two ls, i’m wearin’ the kangol
draped in gold like i strode by a rainbow
i’ll rob sl!ck rick, i ain’t poppin’ big sh-t
poppin’ big clips, ar, firm grip
dominique dawes, make every one of y’all flip
i light the chronic and get high
so high, i can play dominoes with god
breakin’ bread with the disciples and sip wine
come back down and tell you i had a good time
west coast dime like the sunset
don’t worry ’bout me, i ain’t have a son yet
they pray for my downfall
they want to walk in my shadow like a groundhog
these n-ggas is barbie dolls
b-tches with four legs
before i f-ck, sh-t, i need head
doin’ bad, then askin’ you for bread
rasta, those are the days that i tread
case closed, right back on the road with it
pimp sh-t, whatever i say, she roll with it
smash a live nation way before hov did it
polo d-ckies, cut low-low fitted
low-low on melrose, tap switches
eight (?) and jehovahs bear witness
i was taught, “stay with your gun and mind your business”
and windows just gl-ss and n-ggas will jump in it
you think it’s all love, but we ain’t playin’ no tennis
n-ggas that will smoke you, local henchmen
riders, looters, drivers benchin’
.38, special edition, no mask on

- jay rock lyrics

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