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lirik lagu jay rock - play this on the radio

[verse 1: jay rock]
i paid dues for the men i slay
roaches in the kitchen, so the feds come with the raid
i’m never afraid, aimed a camera at your frame
then snapped like a n-gga that’s goin’ insane
my momma said, “grab a coat
you know it’s supposed to rain?”
i said, “momma, you ain’t heard i am a hurricane?”
katrina with ninas, rob you for your stock exchange
economy’s goin’ down, but i’m okay
got the juice and i know o. j. simpson delivered the cuts
listen too hard, it might shrivel you up
still liftin’ it up, this the motherf-ckin’ get up
n-gga, you ain’t fit, look at my motherf-ckin’ get up
tell a b-tch, “sit down”, then tell a b-tch to get up
go and get my monies, suck a d-ck until you hiccup
hop out the martin, jump inside a pickup
met papi at the doc, give me the work, this a stick-up

[hook: jay rock and ab-soul]
when your album comin’ out?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
ten thousand for a verse?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
is you a real blood?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know

is you really from the hood?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
did you really sell drugs?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
do you really pop slugs?
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know
let them p-ssy-n-ggas know

[verse 2: jay rock]
turn fifty cent into two quarter ounces
set up shop on your block and have two workin’ houses
b-tches comin’ in and out, smokers comin’ in and out
this is real beef, i suggest you go to in-n-out
take it from me, i get aroused by the paramedics
putin’ out stretchers, they help you to breathe
clear, what, you can’t hear?
i’ll be back with a drum, stay right here
i’m off belve and rum, and that sh-t don’t mix
so you can imagine how ignorant i really can get
straight lunatic, but i ain’t nelly or the lunatics
i’m ghetto as chicken and beer, this watts n-gga ludicrous
h-llo from (?), halo still on your head
that’s when i shoot again, cotton heaven straight ahead
mazda car, (?), where’s your b-tch? i’m har-ssin’ her

[hook]

[verse 3: jay rock]
live from the city of gunplay
where guns play like kids in a sandbox on sundays
only get it one way just like a dude’s street
diamonds on a blood, but this not a blue streak
i ain’t got to disrespect a crip for respect
matter fact, i’ll call one right now, he’s a wrap
i told y’all, didn’t believe me
i had to bogart from the nickersons to the imperial courts
we go hard, i’m a gangsta still, move keys like mozart
low-key like a locksmith on his knees
what you need, i got it, please believe, it’s not a problem
weed or powder, just give me about an hour
feelin’ dirty in the bank, ’bout to take a money shower
said, “don’t grow old trees – i got a money plower”

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