Jay Rock - Spittin' in the Whip lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm from the L.A. Times side, the L.A. crime side Long-term might be homicide Used to move with them Rugers Talk sh**, we shoot you at your dice game Rob you for your moola It's like that, cash rules everythin' Fiends' strung out, so they try to sell you anythin' Listen, son, I never sold crack for fun I was hungry, sh**, I sold crack for funds Had to get my weight up, enemies' sprayed up Got with it a whole brick, then we re-up Sittin' in the money spot, cookin' up the product Try to infiltrate the shop, you got shot up Little kids in the projects, they want to be us No father figure, there's nothin' that you can teach us Yeah, the streets raised us, blowin' weed and [inaudible] Gangbangin', paint slangin' for decimals Yeah, and I'm spittin' in the whip Yeah, it's Jay Rock and I'm on my sh** Me and [inaudible] gettin' them long checks Well, I'm ridin' [inaudible] straight to Watts, it don't stop Sounwave in the back chillin', I'm in New York chillin' And I'm tryin' to get a million, better yet, a billion So I can buy me a buildin' You know how it go, Jay Rock Chillin' right here with Crazy Al Cayne You know it don't stop, yeah, the boy's insane Straight off the top, you know I'm representin' Watts It don't stop, on your 112, it be block Uh, when I get back home I'm finna get it in Like 50, yeah, I'm tryin' to get fifty more, more And that's how we do it, right here, heh, right here