paroles de chanson They Be On It - Jay Rock
They
be
shootin′
at
my
ladder
'cause
I′m
standing
on
a
pedestal
She
gon'
give
me
good
head
just
'cause
I′m
ahead
of
you
Jay
Rock
flyer
than
Hancock,
no
shit
I′m
a
king,
fuck
a
prince,
I
don't
know
no
Will
Smith
I
don′t
owe
you
niggas
shit,
I'm
a
self-made
nigga
Ain′t
that's
why
your
bitch
let
me
fuck
on
her
for
days
nigga!
I
keep
them
big
ol
26′s
on
deck
Stock
'lac
gotta
fresh
paint
pussy
juice
wet
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh,
man
they
be
so
on
it
I
got
a
fast
car,
Nascar
Yes,
two
seater,
stick
shift
Like
some
turbo
jets
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh
man,
they
be
so
on
it,
oh
Catch
me
in
that
fast
lane,
burners
like
I'm
Max
Payne
Married
to
that
money,
bitch,
women
want
my
last
name
They
be
on
my
bumper,
mayne,
screamin′
out
"OMG!"
Oh,
I
be
P-I-M-P,
2-P-A-C,
that′s
M.O.B
Him
or
me?
You
choose,
I
ain't
gotta
do
too
much
I
just
lay
back,
smoke
my
weed
and
turn
my
bottle
up
Candy
paint,
leather
guts,
slide
through
like
an
avalanche
We
don′t
ride
no
Avalanche,
so
high
I
might
never
land
Trips
to
Never-Neverland,
smokin'
on
Afghanistan
A.K.A.
that
kush,
nigga,
I′m
on
Heaven's
roof,
nigga
Big
dawg,
I
go
"woof",
nigga,
don′t
make
me
let
my
goons
loose
Choppers
make
you
shit
your
pants,
thought
you
drunk
some
prune
juice
Swear
that
I'm
immune
to,
stuntin'
hard,
gettin′
paper,
ownin′
land,
buyin'
acres
That′s
the
reason
why
they
hate
us
I
don't
give
a
fuck,
middle
finger
out
the
window
Beamer,
Benz
or
Bentley,
Ferrari,
sorry
we
Enzo
I
keep
them
big
ol′
26's
on
deck
Stock
′lac
gotta
fresh
paint
pussy
juice
wet
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh,
man
they
be
so
on
it
Oh,
oh
I
got
a
fast
car,
Nascar
Yes,
two
seater,
stick
shift
Like
some
turbo
jets
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh
man,
they
be
so
on
it,
oh
187
I'm
killin'
′em
when
I′m
whippin'
it
Touch
a
corner,
it′s
a
murder,
wipe
my
fingerprints
I
thought
I
told
y'all,
used
to
have
them
packs
In
a
black
Toyota,
Macs
by
my
scrotum
Now
it′s
matchbox
Hot
Wheels
when
I
roll
up
Always
online,
stay
connected
like
a
modem
He
tryna
snap
a
picture,
she
'bout
to
snap
her
neck
A
real
Blood
pull
up
in
a
cherry
cherry
X
400
Horses,
Hollywood
park
it
Chevy
kinda
awkward,
interior
green
and
coffee
I
shake
them
haters
off
me,
as
if
I
had
fleas
I′m
a
Top
Dawg,
rare
breed
Shoutout
to
Rare
Breed,
they
keep
them
hogs
runnin'
And
my
garage
is
like
the
show,
I
keep
them
cars
comin'
You
hear
my
name
hummin′
in
the
streets,
buzz
big
Got
ya
bitch
eye′s
rollin
like
my
rims
is
I
keep
them
big
ol'
26′s
on
deck
Stock
'lac
gotta
fresh
paint
pussy
juice
wet
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh,
man
they
be
so
on
it
Oh,
oh
I
got
a
fast
car,
Nascar
Yes,
two
seater,
stick
shift
Like
some
turbo
jets
And
the
bitches
they
be
on
it
Oh
man,
they
be
so
on
it,
oh
1 Intro - (Skit)
2 Code Red
3 Bout That
4 No Joke
5 No Joke
6 Hood Gone Love It
7 Hood Gone Love It
8 Westside
9 Westside
10 Elbows
11 Boomerang
12 All I Know Is
13 I'm Thuggin
14 Kill Or Be Killed
15 Kill or Be Killed
16 Just Like Me
17 Say Wassup
18 Say Wassup
19 They Be On It
20 M.O.N.E.Y.
21 Finest Hour
22 Finest Hour
23 Life's a Gamble
24 All My Life
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