Jay Rock - 3 Kings lyrics

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Jay Rock - 3 Kings lyrics

[Hook] n***as talking sh** when we step up in the club It's all good 'till you get hit with a slug Yeah he on the wall, coughing up blood Should have known not to f** with us thugs Catch me in the hood, blowing on bud n***a, f** your dollar man, I'm all about dubs Catch me in the kitchen, cooking up d** [?] I'm all for the bubs [Verse 1] I'm all over the stove like pots and pans Hit the corner with the rock, the Glocks in hand Rock hold more shells than a taco stand If I pop, the block hot like a summer jam Damn, I won't hesitate, to let the pistol whistle Bullets like many missiles, go straight through your tissue And your momma yelling, crying sneeze into some tissue I'm like, damn Rock, you could have worked out the issue Really hard in the club without no bodyguards This where OGs fresh out the penitentiary are For those who don't know me don't pretend you're hard Yeah that loud talking sh**, that'll get you scarred Left hook, knock your punk a** on your back Your head busted, now it looks like the crack of her a** Then I'm back posting up on the ave With the homies smoking and joking, counting that cash [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm like a sound system bump base on the block n***as scheming, bulletproof doors on the drop Well I ain't got a garage, '64 in the lot In the city of god when they bust at the cops I stay with a fed, always keep me a b**h Always holding a crip, always keep me a clip Yeah, these n***as like to trip, I'll send them to their destination To that hot place, you can talk it out with Satan I'm hot faced, I was blessed with raw game b**hes fiending for my dick, call me c**aine In the hood, like tall cans and low daddies I'm so so gutta like ghetto swords and [?] alleys I'm from CA, but some call it k**er Cali Where we banging, get some b**hes don't know who their [?] is Twist up dro, laid back like recliners Smoking on five, got me higher than airliners [Hook] [Outro] Yeah it's Jay Rock n***as Straight out the projects, Nickerson Gardens DeeJay Dave, I see you my n***a Fat Boy I see you my n***a That's how we do it here Top Dawg Entertainment mothaf**as