Testo Go - Jay Rock
Testo della canzone Go (Jay Rock), tratta dall'album Watts Finest Vol. 1
At first I was skeptical about this rap shit
Now I'm a professional at this rap shit
Cause one verse can make the paralyzed backflip
Don't compare guys to me
If Jesus could rap, they'd compare God to me
I'm special like that
Move like a freight train over these tracks
Run through you like wet doodoo
That's what I'm doing
Shitting on niggas, perform bowel movements
Who you, you ain't up to par, Keeler
Nah Keeler, your word patterns is kinda off, Keeler
You ain't sick enough, you just a cough, Keeler
I bring pneumonia to California
Say hello to Mr. West now
Who's the best on the West now?
K-Dot, Jay Rock, hands down
And anybody that feel different
Can die first class on the cemetery visit, Keeler
Keep it running, Punch
I told niggas the truth was coming, man
Hey Top, put a couple houses on your boy, man
I got this shit right here
I'm so far ahead of my time
I'm bout to start my third life
Shit, I feel like I died already twice
Then reincarnated and became your unborn grandchild's favorite
I got three brains to play with
I'm so far ahead of my time
I gotta say this shit again
But this time I came back double time
Rebirthed as a twin
Feet first out my mother's womb like deja vu times two
Now you can probably dodge a bullet
But see, we put your body parts in shopping carts
Then let bums push it
You on the edge, nigga, don't push it
For the fifth turn your head crooked
I sit your monkey ass down
And best believe it won't be on no damn cushion
A casket full of thorn bushes
Move the shit while the nigga sleep
Call the cops, bitch
The lawyer like Johnnie Cochran
He fight the case better off the street that he love boxing
Left hook the judge, jab the jury up
I'm walking out with a Jefferson strut
Like if I come back so what
It's a fact I rap like every second I gotta throw up
Ouch, spit shit like dookie mouth
Pull out the drop six whenever your bitch out
Put her on the ave like cabs and bus route
We put you on the couch, ice cream with your face pout
Watching Oprah, wondering if she ever come back over
Nah homie, she at the crib making her feet touch her shoulders
I'm in her ribs like hey, what's up
She in my closet talking bout how much these cost
Don't worry bout it
Just make sure that you tell your girls about it
You know Kelly, Kim, Sherry, and Cheryl about it
Mama, you can see you fucking with a boss
Look at my kicks, you can see how much these cost
Look at my teeth, yeah, my gold, no floss, yeah
I'm still doing it baby
Top Dawg, we keep doing it baby
I'm a boss, nigga
This shit is fucking fun to me, Punch, man
I told motherfuckers the truth was coming, man
It's so fucking real, man
I don't know nobody
Ayy, K-Dot
I'mma show y'all how we get into it
Let me tell you what we got
This is Top Dawg Entertainment, DJ Dave
I'mma tell y'all niggas what's up
Y'all gon' go to topdawgproductions.com
Where you can find out the latest info
Find out the forums, you know, read about the artists
It's not just K-Dot and Jay Rock
We got a lot more to bring to you
And check it out, I'm DJ Dave
In other behalf of Top Dawg and Do It Squad niggas
I wanna say peace and love
And we get back at you another time
Do it, Keeler
My nigga D, man, get better
Top Dawg Entertainment
We still moving, niggas
Yeah
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Writer(s): Chase Vincent Malone, Jay Park
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