Jay Rock - MEMPHIS TO LA lyrics

[Intro: Project Pat & Logic] But in the street, motherfu*kers wanna test me But in the street, motherfu*kers wanna test me (What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fu*k up") But in the street, motherfu*kers wanna test me But in the street, couple hollow points [Verse 1: Juicy J] I got options, one thing that's for sure I can't be locked in I get blocks and I be makin' b*tches clock in Hoes flockin' when they know a ni**a poppin' Can't convince me you ain't with the sh*t, I know you flaugin' I can't add you to the squad, add to my deposit Can't let a b*tch tell me how to get it who ain't got sh*t Plus I got the keys to the street, I'm like a locksmith I drop sh*t 'cause I'm hands on like I'm boxin' Pull up in that drop-in, ain't no talkin', hop in What's your other option? That don't even stop sh*t I be on some hot sh*t, I know that you ain't got sh*t We can go and cop, I know you tired of window-shoppin' (Shoppin', shoppin', shoppin') [Chorus: Juicy J] When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot sh*t (On some hot sh*t) I got cola by the block on some thot sh*t (On some thot sh*t) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top b*tch (That's my top b*tch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot sh*t (On some hot sh*t) I got cola by the block on some thot sh*t (On some thot sh*t) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top b*tch [Verse 2: Jay Rock] I was that east side ni**a with a pistol in my pocket Used to move around in projects, ni**a, I ain't have no options I had insufficient funds, wishin' b*tches give me somethin' Now my hookers know the deal, I just make my pick and run Get a bag, blow it fast, get it back though (Though) Big chain, try to snatch, you get smacked, ho (Ho) 'Cause I got paper and plastic, I can put it on your head I got shottas with a shotty that'll put one up in your head, yeah Got my meal ticket, time to strategize my moves Got these haters hot, tryna stabilize my cool Used to whip buckets, now it's German engineering It just amplify my pimpin' when I swerve up on them b*tches, yeah Went from rags to riches on 'em (Yeah) Went from coach to first-class tickets on 'em (Yeah, yeah, yeah) East Side Johnny, I got options, options Why straight to Memphis? b*tch, we locked in, locked in [Chorus: Juicy J] When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot sh*t (On some hot sh*t) I got cola by the block on some thot sh*t (On some thot sh*t) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top b*tch (That's my top b*tch) When it come to them things, I got options (I got options) I got Nina, she gon' bang on some hot sh*t (On some hot sh*t) I got cola by the block on some thot sh*t (On some thot sh*t) Mary Jane for the brain, that's my top b*tch [Verse 3: Project Pat] I might put some bread on your head like a stripper b*tch I know that's your bae, came my way, I had to flip the b*tch In the hood, brand new foreign, no Ls, that's that ni**a sh*t Plug came through, we robbed him for them bales, that's that Memphis sh*t She got income taxes so a ni**a had to tax that b*tch Just like Nipsey Hussle on my hustle, Victory Slap that b*tch Lotta fake ass ni**as hate the real, but I ain't counterfeit Four-five to your acorn ass head, crack that b*tch Boy, you better duck from the Draco out the Tahoe When my hitters pull up on your ass, they come to rob, ho More faces, money train, welcome to the mob, ho Glossin' foreign Rafs, foreign clothes, that's the job, ho (Job, ho)