Testo They Be On It - Jay Rock
Testo della canzone They Be On It (Jay Rock), tratta dall'album Follow Me Home
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
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Writer(s): Johnny Mckinzie, Keith A Davis Jr
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