Jay Rock - Man Cry (Freestyle) - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

06.09.2006

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[Intro] Yeah, It's your boy Jay Rock Watts Finest, Top Dawg E-N-T [?] I just got somethin' to get of my chest You know, you know what I'm sayin' man Ain't doin' too much Just tryin' to maintain you know [Verse: Jay Rock] I'm the Watts kept secret, J-A-Y Plus we known for them birds [?] Look, we got work at a reasonable price That'll have your fiends higher than the S-K-Y Nigga, In my hood I been and done My name ring bells like horns and intercoms Rollin' through Watts, yeah it's something like Vietnam Niggas at war better throw on your teflon In my new ride, Rock whip with his left arm Pedal to the metal, handgun in my right palm Grip tight like pythons Bitch niggas run when the fight's on And scary ass niggas need to sleep with their lights on A lot of bad bitches, gotta pull the right one A ho will have you broke, I'll be damned if I wife one I ain't gone lie homeboy, I like some Cause I'm that hamburger that's in between chick's buns When they on their knees, they can't wait till the kids come Straight down the hole, now they lost in the system Look, when there's beef niggas look for a victim Buck buck he down, have his family missing him It's rough man these gardens not sweet as a cinnamon When you got money you'll be hated by many men You can't leave your house without your gat in hand If you don't shoot first nigga, that's your ass Look, niggas throw bricks and they hide their hands Keep your enemies close, nigga watch your friends Like Pac said, Death Around the Corner is true When we bend them corners gotta keep a burner or two Yeah we know death is promised can't escape from the dude But we going out blasting like a soldier would do Feds have my hood hot, like a bowl of that soup Raiding spots, took them birds right up out of the coop Put us in a setback, it was hard to [?] Bounce back like juvie, middle finger the cops I had my index finger on the trig on the Glock Selling rocks on the block, pitchin' ready to pop When you're getting paid haters love to say that you're changed They ain't never gave you shit so you don't owe 'em a thing Look some niggas, they'll sell their soul for the fame Get money, fuck bitches, that's the laws of this game Nigga
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