Lyrics Black Rob Freestyle.lrc Jay Rock
[id: pshjhooo]
[ar: Jay Rock]
[al: Watts Finest Vol. 1]
[ti: Black Rob Freestyle]
[length: 02:12]
[00:12.84]It’s Jay Rock, born in the heart of [?]this spittin’
[00:15.06]And my bars hit harder than car collisions
[00:17.21]My hands still hurt from all that pitchin
[00:20.06]I’m still bitching for your dough, like Robin Givens
[00:22.28]The Lebron of ours, so I was built for balling
[00:24.76]You lazy ass niggas y’all was built for stalling
[00:27.15]I’m still standing tall you can’t knock me down
[00:29.63]I ain’t got a lot of weight but I’m packing pounds, get it?
[00:33.24](My name’s Jay Rock I’m the man in the streets
[00:34.80]If you need that work come holla at me)
[00:37.28]Give me some green and give me some white
[00:39.64]It’s hard times so a nigga might double the price
[00:41.89]I’m starving, got damn pockets to feed
[00:44.43]On the mic spitting flows 800 degrees
[00:46.98]I’m a hustler, nigga, yes I love the grind
[00:49.31]Call me Busta, nigga, yes I love to rhyme
[00:51.86]Yeah my hand never shaking when I’m holding a nine
[00:54.45]Clutch game crazy, like Bird in his prime, nigga
[00:57.36](In these streets gotta carry your clips
[00:59.52]If not your a dead ass son of a bitch)
[01:01.95]I’m holding more K’s than the Ku Klux Klan
[01:04.13]You want a head up, you don’t wanna see my hands, nigga
[01:07.23]Got a jab like Judah that’s no lie
[01:09.64]Let four fly, all black blowflies
[01:12.30]I’m from the projects don’t get it twisted
[01:14.20]Talking sideways you gon come up missing
[01:16.71]Laid back in the truck, rolling up a Swisher
[01:19.12]Dot in the back, tea bagged me a sister
[01:21.63](Yeah I’m from Watts and I rep the bricks
[01:24.19]If you run your lip, we gon bust your shit)
[01:26.68]You could catch Jay Rock on some gangsta shit
[01:29.37]On the block with a chain and a [?]to spit
[01:32.35]In the hood with some good [?]pound of twigs
[01:34.40]Rifles, plenty rounds got box of clips
[01:37.13]I’m a project nigga I’ll box ya [?]
[01:39.44]I’m like pills in the club, I’ll pop ya quick
[01:41.96]Yeah that rhyme so sick I spit toxic shit
[01:44.29]Yeah that flow so golden like a bottle of piss
[01:46.98](It’s T-O-P D-A-W-G
[01:49.10]It’s the new West Coast and we run these streets)
[01:51.39]There’s no more drive-bys niggas do walk-ups
[01:54.16]Spark stuff, leavin’ bodies all chopped up
[01:56.44]I got nines and a couple of Macs
[01:58.69]That’ll split a couple of heads and push shit back
[02:01.29]I’m from the land where they push that crack
[02:03.13]On Compton Ave., all the hoes yeah they sell that ash
[02:06.00]You got money go and show your stash
[02:07.66]But don’t show your ass
[02:09.19]Cause these killers they’ll show no blast, nigga
[02:09.57]Year of Release: 2015