Jay Rock - Gz and Hustlas lyrics

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Jay Rock - Gz and Hustlas lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] What I look like, a s**er to you, n***a? f** you, rookie Somethin' incredible, heh-heh-heh [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Hey, hey, hey, hey Turn that sh** up, boy, bump that sh** n***a, hold a handgun and dump that sh** n***a, buy that borough and f** that b**h And kick her out before the sun come up n***a, my funds is up I got my money right Business movin' like New York City lights b**hes all over that boy Cause they know that young boy got a cold strut But I don't f** with them hood rats, they'll set you up And I ain't goin' out just like that I'd rather go out over a shoot-out, plow Land of the scandalous, every corner got a candle lit Every stop sign got a hollow tip Every sunshine got a hood under it And you know we Marilyn Jones runnin' that sh** My bones made out of cement, strong arm Explode on y'all, Vietnam, boom [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] Heh-heh-heh, okay, I'm ready, ha-ha [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Tell your boyfriend to do it like this A thousand for the jeans, three hundred for the kicks, b**h I was born with diamonds in my wrist So, it's only right for your boy to talk sh**, yuck Straight nasty, don't walk past me I just might grab it, just might pull a blade out and stab it I would k** it only if you say I'm more than willin' to take advantage Legs to the ceilin', ho, throw away your panties Tell 'em that we chillin' if your boyfriend hara**in' I take 'em, then I perform magic Head on the freeway, seatbelt fastened And go and tell the DJ to play my sh** You never heard nothin' like this, yuh The new West Coast's best-kept secret Chronic smoke comin' out my throat, ha-ha [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] sh**, ay, ay, heh-heh, f** it, I'm goin' in [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] They say, "Who that?" K. Dot, no roof, new top They hate, they watch, speed down the block In a Porsche Box, stashbox, got a new Glock In a shoot-out with anybody that you got .45, no lie, no problem If he got his j**els on, I'm a Black Rob him n***a, I'm a bad boy, I'm a black ski mask, boy I'm a run in his house, then ask, "Where the cash, boy?" "Tell me where the safe or this'll be the last time That you ever have a gun in your face" Might be the last time that somebody run in your place You picked a bad time to be at f**in' home today, stupid I'm ruthless, I'm Eazy-E, I'm Snoop, sh** I'm 2Pac, I'm inferno, I'm so hot, no chicken Tell it to the Colonel Sanders, do it for that Compton campus [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] Heh-heh, I'm done with the fourth quarter sh**, psych, Rock, get 'em [Verse 4: Jay Rock] Guess who's back? Fresh new fitted, turned back Fresh new spinners on the 'Lac Never knew Rock could do it like that I'm a mack for real, I hit more p**y than Vagisil, yeah Who got this game in a chokehold? We'll make your best rapper submit Pack up and quit cause we the sh** Plus, that Calico hold more shells than El Pollo Loco Turn you to a dough salt Take your ho to the mo-mo quick She want to bounce up and down on my pogo stick Me n' Dot spit raw, deejays, Mr. Miyagi Your records wax us on and wax you off, ha You come frontin', get slammed like Onyx We the West Coast cla**ics, you better pay homage You want problems? The kings of the shoot-outs Leave your block smokin' like a luau Top Dawg E-N-T, b**h [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] We told you, heh-heh-heh, we told you, ah Top Dawg, nig, we told you, n***a done did it Yeah, yeah, aye

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