Play This on the Radio

[Verse 1: Jay Rock] I paid dues for the men I slay Roaches in the kitchen, so the feds come with the raid I'm never afraid, aimed a camera at your frame Then snapped like a nigga that's goin' insane My momma said, "Grab a coat You know it's supposed to rain?" I said, "Momma, you ain't heard I am a hurricane?" Katrina with ninas, rob you for your stock exchange Economy's goin' down, but I'm okay Got the juice and I know O. J. Simpson delivered the cuts Listen too hard, it might shrivel you up Still liftin' it up, this the motherfuckin' get up Nigga, you ain't fit, look at my motherfuckin' get up Tell a bitch, "Sit down", then tell a bitch to get up Go and get my monies, suck a dick until you hiccup Hop out the Martin, jump inside a pickup Met papi at the doc, give me the work, this a stick-up [Hook: Jay Rock and Ab-Soul] When your album comin' out? Let them pussy-niggas know Ten thousand for a verse? Let them pussy-niggas know Is you a real Blood? Let them pussy-niggas know Let them pussy-niggas know Let them pussy-niggas know Is you really from the hood? Let them pussy-niggas know Did you really sell drugs? Let them pussy-niggas know Do you really pop slugs? Let them pussy-niggas know Let them pussy-niggas know Let them pussy-niggas know [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Turn fifty cent into two quarter ounces Set up shop on your block and have two workin' houses Bitches comin' in and out, smokers comin' in and out This is real beef, I suggest you go to In-N-Out Take it from me, I get aroused by the paramedics Putin' out stretchers, they help you to breathe Clear, what, you can't hear? I'll be back with a drum, stay right here I'm off Belve and rum, and that shit don't mix So you can imagine how ignorant I really can get Straight lunatic, but I ain't Nelly or the Lunatics I'm ghetto as chicken and beer, this Watts nigga ludicrous Hello from (?), halo still on your head That's when I shoot again, cotton heaven straight ahead Mazda car, (?), where's your bitch? I'm harassin' her [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Live from the city of gunplay Where guns play like kids in a sandbox on Sundays Only get it one way just like a dude's street Diamonds on a Blood, but this not a Blue Streak I ain't got to disrespect a Crip for respect Matter fact, I'll call one right now, he's a wrap I told y'all, didn't believe me I had to bogart from the Nickersons to the Imperial Courts We go hard, I'm a gangsta still, move keys like Mozart Low-key like a locksmith on his knees What you need, I got it, please believe, it's not a problem Weed or powder, just give me about an hour Feelin' dirty in the bank, 'bout to take a money shower Said, "Don't grow old trees - I got a money plower"