J Cla**ic - Air 'Em Out lyrics

[Ras Ka**] Jea! Re-Up! A J-Cla**ic cla**ic. Razzy... rest in peace Justo I'm about to air these n***as out one time [Verse 1] Yo yo, ain't no n***a like the one right here Spit flames, leave bloodstains on one night gear G-Star jeans, gun right near And the homey X just f**ed Usher's b**h like "Yeah!" Dawg I'mma spit the hottest sh** f** a dentist, eat a fire department and proctologists Ras Ka**, King of the West, acknowledge this And get a piece of the rock like meteorogologists What Dame Dash and hapha is 645 Coupe the same color Chewbacca is And you's a n***a everybody hates like Jar Jar Binks That clown at the bar buying hot b**hes drinks And she's pa**in' them to me What you know about Chinchilla minks? Ten k**ers deep Skittle flavored diamonds, first it's blue, then it's pink Candy painting was off, dog we floodin' the streets [Hook 1] I WILL NOT LOSE I (RE-UP about that fetti) WILL (Load up your Glocks, get ready) NOT LOSE (haha... jea jea jea!) [Hook 2] Hood n***as if your arms up, bear it out n***as ain't scared, if it's drama, we gon' air 'em out! If your whip on chrome, what you carin' 'bout? Drop the top, do a buck 10, dawg, air 'em out! Who spit flame, n***a never doubts? No problem, it's nothing, I'mma air 'em out East, West, up North to the Dirty South (air 'em out) I'mma (air 'em out), I'mma (air 'em out) Yo [Verse 2] I keep sh** off the chain Like broken clasp, medallions fallin' off And yall n***as hopin' Ras go play on the freeway But I'm that agent in the Matrix: Reloaded Jumpin' out movin' cars, smashin' your hoods for the keys, man And not the ones that open doors Por fa vor, I'm talkin' ki, mayne Silencer on the SPK, f** BDS them f**in' MTV VJ's R&B singers, new found fact Got a 9 inch dick, tell your b**h to SoundScan that! And my Down South cats be like "What it do?" Cause my little cousin's bein' Memphis cla**ic blue And n***as still ga-not ga-knowin' as Gary ga-Knew(???) Plus I'm more Chris Real so long with Big Punished brew Downstairs in Jimmy's Cafe, album released Young n***a in the belly, but now I'm a beast And it's like Sin City, every town holdin' heat So I'm like the yellow n***a, kid it's foul when I speak And my baby moms said I need to cut down on my cheatin' Started f**in' midgets, kept creepin' You ain't gotta tell me, I know you feelin' this sh** I hear what I'm sayin' I know I'm k**in' this sh**, n***a [Hook 2] [Verse 3] Sometimes it all seems f**ed up though Rest in peace, cause what's mixtapes without Justo? Sip the' Grey Goose, thinkin' about that ride on the Gray Goose Ankles chained, headin' to Beirut Crucified next to some n***a named Jesus Died ressurected, bustin' blue, still trey-deuced So yall n***as better respectognize sh**s real When my mixtape's hotter than every album this year [Hook 1] + [Hook 2]