Jay Rock - The Show lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] Let's start our program ladies and gentlemen LET'S GO! NYC baby, haha we here now haha Let's get it in [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Watch her getting jumping like third grade barrettes Let the beretta blow you die slow while I smoke on chron-ic Try to throw salt homie like dry sweat gun powder flow through triceps I'm more advanced got a corvette flow, I spit like Murcielago Through precipitation I give rappers a sun tan Rapping like a promotional van when I pull the drum out Clap more than a Beatle fan, never heard a sound like THIS I'm number one, you're forever number two like Siamese This is New York rap on gold d's Jay Rock proceed [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Get it in like IVs My flow is not on radar, the K-9 D Play y'all like chess, you can't check us, come correct Or face a lyrical bomb threat I bomb first like Makaveli in 9 6 The nine mili have you on your d**h bed sick See really I'm a project baby n***as are going Barney [?] raised me Crooked cops Stop sign got a bullet whole, don't stop Speed through it like a drag race, or get buried under the state K.Dot [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Expose n***as for who they are Under their white T might be halter tops Rap f*gs, the black mag might come with a complimentary black mask Black Jason, red beam on the Glock Money talks, I'm trying to have a life long conversation Live like a silver spoon caucasian with a chain of hotel rooms across the nation No home training, break 1,000,000 dollar vases Here we go yo, here we go yo I got the special kind of flow they call it Hip-Hop antidote Murder MC's, if you're a rapper please check your pulse (Hurry Up) to late (Flat line) John Doe [Verse 4: Jay Rock] Dead than a motherf**er, Damn I'm a motherf**er (BLUCKA BL-BLUCKA BLUCKA BL-BLUCKA) Let his Momma suffer I ball like the West Coast at Harlem Rucker But at venice beach, jump shots I'm finna see f** a drop top, that's how they k**ed Kennedy I'm in a bronco, OJ in the city streets With my AC on (With your AC on?) sh** don't try to play me homes Jump stupid, then ask to get filet mignon I'ma break him in half (and I'ma dumbthe bones) Spill out (Then light the blunt) With the bu*t of the comb I got a lock like riper 25 to lifers, walk in the yard and never fold in a riot You know who we are, Top Dawg generals I thank God for rap, my career was being a criminal BLISS [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] New level Hip Hop Where my shovel? Let me convince Nas Dig a couple graves tell 'em that the new rap zombie is alive to invade On the ma**es south central true best I 40 Glock stashes, buck 50 score left eye Going back to Cali in a New York state of mind [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] I can't wait You know, n***a ain't never hopped on no, no subway train you know Might catch the blue line or something Metro Bus 125 St. down Rosecrans, 53 down central Hahahaha, It's all new to us you know Get out the hood for once Statue of Liberty, I wanna see the fire on that motherf**er The fire really burn in that motherf**er? Heh, you see a n***a don't a n***a don't ever know and sh** I ain't never seen snow n***a Southern California Crenshaw, g**ning can't slang it I wanna see some NY fitteds Get used to them L.A. cats, heh Puerto Rican mamis, n***a don't got no puerto rican mamis, n***a we got Mexicans n***a Straight up, haha