Freestyle (100 Bars)

By Jay Rock

On Watts Finest Vol. I

Released on May 18, 2006

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[Produced by DJ Skee and Dave Free]

[Intro: ? + Jay Rock]

Top Dawg Entertainment!

Jay Rock, talk to 'em nigga!

Yeah

Jay Rock, niggas

Yeah

Watt's finest. Top Dawg Entertainment, bitch

We them do-it niggas

Do it

Y'all better look out (do it), K.Dot the hub city threat

Punchline, that nigga's a monster

Juice, he'll snatch your hoAnd the fat light skinned nigga with braids, he'll fuck you up

Let's go


[Verse]

I'm a straight up menace

I ain't talking 'bout Dennis

Fuck a slingshot

Thing cock it's a nickel plated beam Glock

Straight out the bricks I'm with the business

In the hood making a killing on that cash route

I ain't got time for chilling

I ain't a chump, test if you want

I'll light your ass up like the tip of a blunt

And your mouth on the tip of the pump

Pull the trigger then, watch your top open like the back of a trunk

Pouring hot shit through your back and your front meat

Won't stop dumping 'till you slumped in the front seat

Gun speak, talk's cheap, that's how it is where I be

[?] around the corner pistol in my hand when I sleep

Bodies steady dropping every day of the week

Dog it's nothing new that's how it it is on these streets

The AR, that'll knock your ass off your feet

So gone body left for the pastor to preach

Niggas dying life seem worthless

Been to more funerals, than a church service

Red and blue raggers ride for the purpose

Banging never played out like [?]

Come to the hood, see Glocks jerkin'

Kids sling chrome nigga, one time swervin'

Gangbanging shit never coming to an ending

Whoever started it, that nigga can't finish it

Real talk, gotta watch where you walk

Gotta a maroon colour, your body outlined in chalk

Trunk full of guns, for whoever want drama

Gotta a lot of hand pistols and a lot of Llamas

Got the inf beam on top of the black revolver

Get you 6 shots at a bar like an alcoholic

Niggas scheming and they hate when a nigga balling

My dollar's rising and they funds is steady falling

Fuck em with raps, I'm strapped with a lot of condoms

HIV, that's an uncurable problem

You got a gat, it don't take nothing to pop it

One shot to the head guaranteed to drop 'em

Dot, he'll put five in your face and leave ya

(Chopped and screwed like a Houston mixtape)

Niggas gotta wear bulletproof vests

Niggas wasn't born with a bulletproof chest

Teams getting better so they cutting more cheques

Niggas be hating so we buying more TECs

You bitch niggas, y'all better act right

Yeah my gun's steady smoking like a crack pipe

Woah, my heart cold as popsicle

And I'll [?] your block on a bicycle

Doom Dog, he the captain nigga call me skipper

I'm Gilligan with a gat, I'll leave you crippled

I stay on a mission 187 plenty ammunition

That'll leave a bitch nigga missin', listen huh

I can throw them things, I ain't a punk B

And I roll the dope leave your face all lumpy

Got ballers that shoot straighter than Ginobili

That'll leave you bleeding son, like a ho on a monthly

Yeah, we spending grands monthly

In the trunk, that's where the Mossberg pump be

We got cars roll heavy like tanks

Y'all guns all sterile, y'all be shooting blanks

We don't give a fuck what you think, spit a flame

Afterthought about your brain, should have stayed in your lane

Niggas be shook when the guns is out

Yeah, bullets at your body while some blood come out

Nigga, get low when I blast the 4

Slugs at your head looking like a Sloppy Joe

Give it up nigga, you sloppy joe

Jay Rock came through with a cocky flow

I'm hard, and I'm raw like cocaine

I'm hot like propane, embedded in your head like Rogaine

In high school is was a flunky

I was too busy in the hood serving rock to the junkies

Close your mouth don't front G

I still gotta collect 5 dollars from your auntie

Black jeans 9 ball under the white tee

I'm your pusher man hustling flow like Ice-T

Women think I'm handsome now, all the girls like me

Don't believe me, bitch nigga ask your wifey

Had her in my house she was loving the wood

Had her legs in the air like the kick was good

It's Top Dawg, niggas misunderstood

Don't be alone when we enter your hood