Lyrics Say Wassup (feat. Sc Hoolboy Q, Ab Soul & Kendrick Lamar).lrc Jay Rock
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[ar: Jay Rock]
[al: Follow Me Home]
[ti: Say Wassup (feat. Sc Hoolboy Q, Ab Soul & Kendrick Lamar)]
[length: 04:23]
[00:12.01]They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup
[00:14.92]When you see me in your town, say wassup
[00:16.74]Roll around, say wassup
[00:18.04]Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
[00:20.41]That’s wassup
[00:21.55]Break it down, that’s wassup
[00:22.98]Blow a pound, that’s wassup
[00:24.23]Aye
[00:31.36]And my taillight broke like a promise, homie
[00:40.76]This the realest shit I wrote, on my momma, homie
[00:43.99]My teachers used to call my momma on me
[00:46.92]Now I’m a rapstar and I could fuck my momma’s homies
[00:50.16]Me and ScHoolboy hit the liquor store
[00:53.27]Chocolate Swisher burn slow, how sweet?
[00:55.95]Who got the dro? Who tryna chief?
[00:57.46]Like Pocahontas daddy
[00:59.60]And I’m off that granddaddy kush, I’m finna start a family
[01:02.47]I’m ghetto, my Kool-Aid need mo’ sugar
[01:05.73]Five-star suite, you ain’t know, suga? (You ain’t know, bitch?)
[01:09.60]I’m chilling, bumping Anita Baker
[01:12.07]Caked up, they wonder why I don’t need a baker
[01:15.15]But really though, I just need a hater
[01:18.42]So I ask ’em for their number when I see a hater
[01:21.30]Ask Obama if I don’t know about presidents
[01:24.05]Keep them dead motherfuckers resting in my money clip
[01:39.71]Look up in the mirror and my gangsta told me, what it do?
[01:55.37]Cap’n Crunch and Top Ramen all a nigga ever knew
[01:58.41]Got a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar, too
[02:01.36]Who that nigga standing over there? That’s that nigga, Q
[02:05.18]What it do? That’s wassup, bang this in your Tonka truck
[02:07.89]Everybody rocking Chucks and pistol packing, that’s a must
[02:10.87]Sagging and my ass showing, mami and the cops knowing
[02:13.80]All I wanna do is smoke a blunt, let it bump
[02:16.73]Yeah, I’m looking in the mirror and the nigga said, wassup, Rock?
[02:20.21]And that nigga looked back at me and said, boy, you certified
[02:23.31]Took my ’87 Regal, put it in a chop shop
[02:26.39]Stash spot, .45, run up, you gonna die
[02:29.11]Looking for a pretty bitch who can twerk it and throw it back
[02:32.65]Nigga diss me, no, I ain’t missing, I’m throwing shots back
[02:35.75]Jay Rock, top cat, and I’m still a Top Dawg
[02:39.16]Boxed in that Porsche box like I’m fighting southpaw
[02:53.95]I’m Soulo, take a photo, blowing on dope in a dojo
[03:09.88]We a green light, you a no-go, hey Q, go
[03:12.32]No, Rock, go
[03:13.22]I’m a rock though, like Barack though
[03:14.73]And my eyes low and I drive slow like Paul Wall
[03:16.88]Give it back though, I got y’all
[03:18.53]Nah, fuck that, I’m a ball hog
[03:20.10]No, fuck that, they gon’ fall off
[03:21.62]Got a sawed-off, I’mma hop out, let it all off
[03:23.93]Hop back in, then I haul off
[03:25.78]We situated, we hit the pavement so hard
[03:27.67]We all got ground to play with
[03:28.95]A challenger is like last year calendars
[03:30.59]Yup, you’re all outdated
[03:32.03]We all amazing, you all can hate it
[03:33.47]You can live or die, that’s your ultimatum
[03:35.06]Married to the game, at the altar wasted
[03:36.75]A pound of white rice on the tribe of Asians
[03:38.13]Niggas, they’ll ride for me, bitches, they desire me
[03:41.15]And what’s the one thing they hate the most?
[03:43.14]Saying bye to me
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