
They Be on It Jay Rock (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)
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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
I keep them big ol' 26s on deck
And the bitches they be on it
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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, whoa
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
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I pull up on them hoes, roll my windows down
Let my music out, four 15s shake the ground
Smoking on that medical, sipping on some medicine
Top Dawg letterman, she wanna ride, I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker, plus, she brought her best friend
I guess that's a two for one, party at the Weston
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon? I could take you there, biatch
I got a swagger of Mick Jagger
If you want her, you can have her, I done had her, we done had her
They be shooting 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' 26s on deck
And the bitches they be on it
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
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, whoa
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
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
I pull up on them hoes, roll my windows down
Let my music out, four 15s shake the ground
Smoking on that medical, sipping on some medicine
Top Dawg letterman, she wanna ride, I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker, plus, she brought her best friend
I guess that's a two for one, party at the Weston
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon? I could take you there, biatch
I got a swagger of Mick Jagger
If you want her, you can have her, I done had her, we done had her
They be shooting 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?
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