[Intro: Jay Rock]
Jay, I like this
What's up, Nipsey?
Red and blue make green
Streets of L.A., muthafucka!
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Coming straight after niggas, a crazy motherfucker named Jay Rock
I'm turned up, 'cause I'm from Bonnie on the Watts
Choppers on the block, choppers on the roof
Bustin' at the crooked cops, rippin' through the bulletproof
Los Angeles, welcome to the city zoo
Tigers, bears, lions, don't make me let 'em loose
I'm leaning off the Goose, smoking on some kush
Me and Nip Hussle off the bubble, California crooks
Got thesе niggas shook, what you scared for?
What, you never seen a B-dawg in thе low?
Getting dough like yeast, blocking off every street
Chunking up the set, and I'm fly as two-tone Caprice
The waters run deep, I guess I'm a shark
'Bout to rip the industry apart, play your part
I get left for dead, leave him on the curb
With a bullet in his head, that's how Jay Rock serves
It's just a cold heart session on my nigga Nipsey music
Money on the gang, six O's, we do it
You put them shines on, we take them shines home
Holla to the hood, let them get they grind on
Let them flags hang, nigga (Streets of L.A, motherfucker), we gettin' paid
Red and blue make green, see the game change
Yeah, we 'bout our money now
Yeah, we 'bout our money now
Jay, I like this
What's up, Nipsey?
Red and blue make green
Streets of L.A., muthafucka!
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Coming straight after niggas, a crazy motherfucker named Jay Rock
I'm turned up, 'cause I'm from Bonnie on the Watts
Choppers on the block, choppers on the roof
Bustin' at the crooked cops, rippin' through the bulletproof
Los Angeles, welcome to the city zoo
Tigers, bears, lions, don't make me let 'em loose
I'm leaning off the Goose, smoking on some kush
Me and Nip Hussle off the bubble, California crooks
Got thesе niggas shook, what you scared for?
What, you never seen a B-dawg in thе low?
Getting dough like yeast, blocking off every street
Chunking up the set, and I'm fly as two-tone Caprice
The waters run deep, I guess I'm a shark
'Bout to rip the industry apart, play your part
I get left for dead, leave him on the curb
With a bullet in his head, that's how Jay Rock serves
It's just a cold heart session on my nigga Nipsey music
Money on the gang, six O's, we do it
You put them shines on, we take them shines home
Holla to the hood, let them get they grind on
Let them flags hang, nigga (Streets of L.A, motherfucker), we gettin' paid
Red and blue make green, see the game change
Yeah, we 'bout our money now
Yeah, we 'bout our money now
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