Play This On the Radio Jay Rock (Ft. Ab-Soul)

[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 nigga 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 motherfuckin' get up
Nigga, you ain't fit, look at my motherfuckin' get up
Tell a bitch, "Sit down", then tell a bitch to get up
Go and get my monies, suck a dick until you hiccup
Hop out the Martin, jump inside a pickup
Met papi at the doc, give me the work, this a stick-up

[Chorus: Jay Rock and Ab-Soul]
When your album comin' out?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Ten thousand for a verse?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Is you a real Blood?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know
Is you really from the hood?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Did you really sell drugs?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Do you really pop slugs?
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know
Let them pussy-niggas know