Jay Rock - Without A Gun lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: Jay Rock] 45 loaded, in my pocket Everywhere I go I got it Never leave my house without it Never know might see some problems Yes, gotta keep a chopper Pop lead, that'll stop some drama Quick, when he feel that copper Goin' to the gates, he won't see no trauma [?], got a gun in my car Sit's on my lap when I'm cruisin' AK-47 in the back of the trunk With the Mossberg pump, what I'm usin' My life I can not lose it That's why them burners on me Yeah, that's real sh** Gotta keep it on me all times Cruisin' through somebody hood without it, you gonna die On my side every time I ride It's with me every time I roll Got a lot of ammunition, we holdin' them Calicos Semi automatics, slow a n***a down like L.A. traffic Yes I'm that L.A. ba*tard That'll bring you a L.A. casket Yeah, I know it's tragic but homie that's what we livin' in [Bridge] Yeah, never catch it slippin' Nah, yeah, yeah, never catch it slippin' Nah, yeah, you will never catch it slippin' Nah,Yeah, Yeah, never catch it slippin' [Verse 2: Storm] Ah look what you did, [?] slipped up big Left a storm in the back of the building Went to sleep on the kid, but I'll split your rig When the raindrops fall through the ceiling Only took from the [?], but I mastered the green When I come through blooming Gleaming with a red dot on your shirt Hit you and rip you and leave you screaming Tryin' to do my thing Tryin' to get that bling f** that, wanna get this cash man Tryin' find my kin Tryin' to get that ring [?] running in the fast lane Tryin' to whip that Benz Tryin' to keep my friends But a n***a be so ungrateful First they love, wanna hug you Get caught in the hype, then they hate you There to take that ride, they be by your side When the money right there they for you When you down and out, when you on that drought n***as crumble fast life foil Even that man, that'll hold your hand The one you thought adored you So amazing, when this blazing How a n***a be so disloyal Gotta keep the heat by my side When I f**in' whip these streets Plus I keep the pump in the trunk Makin' n***as rest in peace Yeah this is storm in the track Y'all n***as can't f** with me cause