Jay Rock - I Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Come on… She wanna roll… Catch me in the cut with a cup of the juice I'm chilling, believe this, I'm Jesus to women They all want to jump in my coupe like a pigeon Smokey on Friday, find me on the highway Middle finger up, not giving a f** Like a nun who masturbates, congratulate The [?] in my bathub See, my style is a cast of Goldie Mack, super fly, bumping Johnson Holding my Johnson when you jump on my dick Because haters always like to jump in the mix Say they can dress but always throwing a fit They must know I got cream when I'm pushing the whip That's whip cream, use your common sense when listening I strike gold when I roll like a pirate Soulo won't you call T-Mobile and play the sidekick I'm number one… [Hook] And you ain't gotta say my name is on point cuz… And you ain't gotta say my game is on point cuz I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know You ain't gotta say my game is on point cuz And you ain't gotta say my name is on point cuz.. [Verse 2: Jay Rock] My game on point like fingers in the courtroom But I ain't snitching, I'm just winning I'm just twisting high with the flyest women Lay ‘em down in my project building They catch feelings like root can*ls I boot ‘em out when they talk about lovey-dovey Shut up and f** me, low key with my broads Make sure they never cross paths Cuz if they ever do it'd be all bad I play the role like Samuel L Tell the hoes what they really wanna hear like You my boo, you my baby, you my number one Drop it off in the drop then tell another one [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Ab-Soul, what you gonna tell me, I ain't trying to see the grave I'm just trying to get fresh to d**h I'm in the club with a mean two-step, like the sisters to Cinderella The clock strikes midnight I'm still in the spotlight like a lab rat, bad back spazzing out Sip henny until I pa** out, or mash out like a sack of potatoes Looking for a good girl gone bad from Barbados To bring to the pad Not for the mouse, but to the house, calling a cab and I'm kicking ‘em out Nah, I don't run it like Chris Brown do But I can make a tune you can sip Krystal to My game on point cuz my aim is sharp, even when it's dark Travis Bark, famous star, rider But don't blame the car, I'm an eye's desire You would go blind sizing up my attire And you ain't gotta say your boy is that hot cuz I know I'm that hot Like arguing with a narc with rocks in my socks I walked in the door, she said “Who are you?” I said SOOOUUUL