[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I paid dues for the men I slay
Roaches in the kitchen, so the feds come with the raid
I'm never afraid, aimed a camera at your frame
Then snapped like a n***a that's goin' insane
My momma said, "Grab a coat
You know it's supposed to rain?"
I said, "Momma, you ain't heard I am a hurricane?"
Katrina with ninas, rob you for your stock exchange
Economy's goin' down, but I'm okay
Got the juice and I know O. J. Simpson delivered the cuts
Listen too hard, it might shrivel you up
Still liftin' it up, this the motherf**in' get up
n***a, you ain't fit, look at my motherf**in' get up
Tell a b**h, "Sit down", then tell a b**h to get up
Go and get my monies, s** a dick until you hiccup
Hop out the Martin, jump inside a pickup
Met papi at the doc, give me the work, this a stick-up
[Hook: Jay Rock and Ab-Soul]
When your album comin' out?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Ten thousand for a verse?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Is you a real Blood?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Let them p**y-n***as know
Let them p**y-n***as know
Is you really from the hood?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Did you really sell d**?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Do you really pop slugs?
Let them p**y-n***as know
Let them p**y-n***as know
Let them p**y-n***as know
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
Turn fifty cent into two quarter ounces
Set up shop on your block and have two workin' houses
b**hes comin' in and out, smokers comin' in and out
This is real beef, I suggest you go to In-N-Out
Take it from me, I get aroused by the paramedics
Putin' out stretchers, they help you to breathe
Clear, what, you can't hear?
I'll be back with a drum, stay right here
I'm off Belve and rum, and that sh** don't mix
So you can imagine how ignorant I really can get
Straight lunatic, but I ain't Nelly or the Lunatics
I'm ghetto as chicken and beer, this Watts n***a ludicrous
Hello from (?), halo still on your head
That's when I shoot again, cotton heaven straight ahead
Mazda car, (?), where's your b**h? I'm hara**in' her
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Live from the city of gunplay
Where guns play like kids in a sandbox on Sundays
Only get it one way just like a dude's street
Diamonds on a Blood, but this not a Blue Streak
I ain't got to disrespect a Crip for respect
Matter fact, I'll call one right now, he's a wrap
I told y'all, didn't believe me
I had to bogart from the Nickersons to the Imperial Courts
We go hard, I'm a gangsta still, move keys like Mozart
Low-key like a locksmith on his knees
What you need, I got it, please believe, it's not a problem
Weed or powder, just give me about an hour
Feelin' dirty in the bank, 'bout to take a money shower
Said, "Don't grow old trees - I got a money plower"