J. Stalin - Rockin Wit' Da Best Lyrics

Lyrics Rockin Wit' Da Best - J. Stalin



Thinkin' like the brain, finna take over the globe
I run this, what n*gga, you ain't know?
Five foot four, what I'm a f*ckin' a C.E.O
Give my b*tch good di*k every morning like it's cereal
You n*gga is starvin, y'all can hoola-hoop and cheerios
My paint wet, n*gga drippin' like a jerry-curl
Smoke a lil' bit of purple store a lil' bit of grill
I be in my own world, countin' all this dope money
Flyin' than a mothaf*cka, you don't hear a n*gga tummy
[?] yes I got it on me now
Really, I'm the flyest mothaf*cka in your whole town
I can pitch it off the mound, I can run a kickback
Cypress Village, West Oakland where I did it all that
Yes it comes the freshest
The rest of you n*ggas fall back
Plus I keep a big strap where my draws at
You n*ggas poppin' too many pills
Y'all need to relax
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress
I be gettin' blown like a sack while the lights on
I'm too prone to kicks, money, weed, and b*tches
Slide through, did a little rippers jigger
Cause' they ain't never see a n*gga worth six figures
Major League, all-star, real hitter
Little jigger, guns way bigger
Talk behind my mack, back down from no n*gga
Paper to the ceilin' all from drug dealin'
But I'm finna go and get a good deal, if God willin'
Cypress Village, chillin', livewire killin'
Find me in the East in the high-roll building
Me and the ghetto children, b*tch I make power moves
So when you talkin' to a boss change yo' attitude
It's written all on your face
I can see the rat in you
You the type of n*gga can't hide the Jay Cat in you
But every time you see me, I'm on them big shoes
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress
Hype for the b*tches,.40 for the haters
Got my di*k in your b*tch, smokers, n*gga I'm the greatest
I did a hundred thousand, yeah, n*gga that's the latest
Get it like ball-players, it's the West Oakland mayor
N*gga I was flippin' chickens all through High School
Leave a n*gga shirt red like he pyro
Kill a n*gga career like 50 did Ja Rule
I was at the table with a mothaf*ckin' razor blade
Before tapers, when n*ggas was wearin' fades
Before scrapers, before the Hyphy Movement
The dope game; n*gga I was true to this
So who you with? I just need an ice pick
Break a corner off the brick, now I'm distributing it
Call it Wayde money. Need a trash bag for this sh*t
I'm finna blow, I'm just lookin' for the right look
But in the mean time, I'm gonna stay on some fly sh*t
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
Rockin with' me, you rockin' with the best
Paint glare. So fresh
The rest of these n*ggas a hot mess
The rest of these n*ggas can't even dress



Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Jovan Smith


J. Stalin - Prenuptial Agreement
Album Prenuptial Agreement
date of release
27-11-2012




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