Kevin Hart - Shook Ones lyrics

[Intro: Drumma Boy] Listen to the track, b**h! [Verse: May Rock] Yo, yeah I got it May Rock came from rock bottom Don't know me now, well after this I will not be forgotten Just met this girl and now she ride me like a jockey She got a tight end, I call her Jeremy Shockey Bumping Dreamville and TDE, I'm from EG Still giving no f's until I D-I-E I don't know who's gon' hear this so I'm not gonna curse Let's see how many people judge me after this verse I feel gifted, like every time I hear a Wale verse Oh you don't like him? Then just listen to your Drake songs first, look You know they call me Mason, girls be chasing, I be racing Pacing back and forth clearing my thoughts, saying my grace and If you hating, I'd expect it because many people do How bout we start a rap battle, nah, how bout I finish you Cause you don't keep it a hunnid, and you don't double salute I keep it clean, I keep it cla**y like some tennis shoes I got my foot on EG, and all it needs is a swift kick in the a** Now look who gets the last laugh, kid You a damn scrub and I should call you Zach Braff I've been down this long road about a time and a half Nasty on the mic like your boy Cliff Rice Sloppy like a girl who hooks up with four dudes in one night Them quarterbacks who start fights, kids who drink that purple sprite Coming outta my shell now, cause I've been too damn uptight When you talking to us, boy you better mind your manners Now we making money, Primetime, Deion Sanders It's Alcatraz Boys, and May Rock on this track I hear the fire squad, now let me bring the beat back [Outro: May Rock] Just let this go all the way down, let Kev holla at you [Interlude: Kevin “Chocolate Droppa” Hart] What's going on man? This is yo man Chocolate Drop, a.k.a Chocolate Drop A.k.a Chocolate Drop, n***a, you know who I am Ya know what I'm sayin'? The word on the street is, you comin out with some new sh** Quality Street Music, you ain't holla at ya boy You ain't say, "Droppa, can you get down?" You ain't, you ain't say "Ay, man, you ain't f** with me You-you-you, you gon come out with your Quality Street Music And you don't holla at the illest n***a underground? n***a, bars! To you - f** you n***a! And that's real Don't believe me and I'mma get it k**ed Take a pill, now chill I know what you thinkin', this n***a's ill Yeah but you done lost your chance, light-skinned n***a When I look in the back, I'mma get the trigger Pop it! Yo fitted ain't gon fit no more That mean I'm comin through yo house, probably through the back door Bustin b**hes like a piece with a nugget on it Ay man, f** you n***a! This Droppa man, Quality Street Music You just got yo quality street music from a quality street n***a Chocolate Droppa, bars, 79 of em, real rep raw