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freestyle - jay rock lyrics

[intro: jay rock]
yeah
i like this sh*t right here
yeah, jay rock
[?]
top dog entertainment, yeah
you know i gotta keep it gudda on this one, n*gga
cause that’s what i represent, motherf*cker
i’m going in

[verse 1: jay rock]
look at me now, they loving my name
applying pressure, jay rock crushing his game
you up in my lane, then it’s a must you be slayn
fake n*ggas yell out my name to honor some fame
shame y’all lames, my bars are vivvid
your’s are scripted, jay rock fact, you fiction
c*cked back, blast you missing
bash b*tches, k!ll tracks so severe, no chance for stitches
solid, don’t fold, won’t stand with snitches
seen the police, the land man and prison
damb, i’m from the projects, the land of k!llers
got pumps like ark, get your mans a fill up
like a screwdriver, i’m a true rider
can’t deny it, city surviver
i’m still hungry, treat the block like a potluck
you bring your dish, i eat your sh*t
i’m bout it bout it, rock used to rip hives
got weed, pushing water like riptides
i love the south, they rock chains and cars
i’m from the west, all we do is pop things and rob
sh*t i’m like mac 10, i bang and bomb
for my fans, i sh*t on you fakes and frauds
this is top dog ent, he next in charge
run your mouth, f*ck around, put your life on pause
i’m too gudda, when it come to my stacks
hit the hood, make it rain, and i’m sn*tching it back
i’m a playa, f*ck 1 b*tch, i’m sn*tching a batch
and we at the hotel, put the stick down they back
yeah watch counting [?]
pants sagging, red ragging, and i’m holding my gat
cause n*ggas out here, thinking i’m p*ssy
till i c*ck back, leave they f*ckin head mushy
too rough, like a couple of o’s
do a couple of shows, do a couple of hoes
and we still cooking up, d work in my stove
got a frunt chevy thing, if they kick in the door
them apple bit boys wanna throw us away
them fake n*ggas, dog better watch what you say
cause them boys steady taping, recording your calls
catch a n*gga like that, then i’m out in the mall
got dollars, sitting on a pot of gold
the money coming, the money running, like a snotty nose
tryna sn*tch, imma clap, leave your body froze
knock your f*ckin head off, when the shotty blows
i gotta keep it gudda dope
stay eating, cause i got that bread and b*tter flow
and you know i never studder though
watch what we do it for, g, go on, tell them, bro

[verse 2: glasses malone]
they think i’m selling dope, no, i’m selling i’m selling [?]
they want this 32, f*ck all that taking turns
b*tch i’m ball hogging, there’s too much gass to get
call me kobe bryant, i ain’t passing sh*t
motherf*ckers snitch, a n*gga tryna score
and if i miss a shot, believe i’m back for more
you n*ggas after wh0res, you acting d*ck
dressing like a b*tch, jeans tight as sh*t
there ain’t no tighter crip, rock the king of bloods
[?]
yeah west coast [?]
don’t believe my words, stand back and watch, cuz
on my dead homies, we finna run this b*tch
and if my disks don’t sell, rap n*ggas run your sh*t
i’m taking magic plates, and i [?] them n*gga
talking magic [?]
you best believe the hype, g the grimiest
why the f*ck you think mac 10 signed me, b*tch?
if it was up to bars, he would’ve signed krit
one of the hardest stars, [?]
i bet a couple n*ggas [?] grab his hand and shook it
album bout to drop, n*ggas ain’t pushed it
you feeling like a p*ssy, how that feeling feel?
a couple deals later, i’m at [?]
at the top dog, man this a little loanly
so i spit this lil verse just to help the homies
[?] this my c*cky run
cause death the only thing that’s gonna stop my shine
i refuse to let another n*gga stop my grind
long as my vocals fresh, i’ll make them press rewind
since i’m pressed for time, i’m bout to k!ll this b*tch
that’s how you do a track, tortured and k!ll a b*tch

- jay rock lyrics

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