Jay Rock
Fasho
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
It's Jay Rock ate eight rappers to spray eight shots before I met Freeway they been trying to make me straight pop
What up Beans? What up Neef? What up Young Chris?
Them paper soldiers make a n***a sick
You feel me? I get on you n***as' nerves, call me cigarette
I been a threat, Bin Laden been hiding in my projects
You kill me, come back to life and end your's
My spot worth what 10 whores with 10 chores
Even when I'm not working, The bands dog they open more
[?] the legs of a porno star
AR-15 with unlimited ring I make that thing go bling like a register please
I used to slang it to the fiends, now I slang it to your ears
When I leave press three on a Soundwave beat
And I'm the watch king it's Jay and Philly Frees
Ain't a damn thing free

[Chorus Kendrick Lamar and Jay Rock]
Ay, yo yo yo hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
From the clique where everyone leaves you stand bye
Probably get the zip locks, stacks and the rubber bands, grip in my right palm
Burner in my other hand
We bang, fasho
We pop, fasho
We get money, fasho
Fasho fasho, fasho fasho
[Verse 2: Freeway]
Reason why north Philly to watch
I tote Mac Milly silly, with the silliest watch
Do not try to reach, I pull out and I cock and aim then I squeeze leave your brains on the block with ease
These n***as can't see me, I'm an east coast G
Give them west coast love, Fuckers feeling my pain
Cause I been took shahada I'm a muslim and a rider
And i'm bout to make hot
Worldstarhiphop.com
These phoney motherfuckers still wishing that they hot wish they was down with state rock down with Jay Rock
I got a bus from Philly to the A cuz
Try to stop it, and I hit you with a gauge shot
AK shot, this is war then
Rap be putting Philly and Cali on the map then
N***as bitching because we linked up
Now it's cool to put your w's and east coast up

[Chorus Kendrick Lamar and Jay Rock]
Ay, yo yo yo hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
From the clique where everyone leaves you stand bye
Probably get the zip locks the stacks and the rubber bands
Grip in my right palm
Burner in my other hand
We bang, fasho
We pop, fasho
We get money, fasho
Fasho fasho, fasho fasho
[Verse 3: Balance]
I want money like Scrooge
Hoppin out the whip, new chain new shoes
Hottest in the Bay, n***a turn on the news
Murder in the west, what the fuck I gotta prove?
Unsigned spitter, got 'em watching like fuse
One wrong move, then I light that fuse
Need no introduction, when I'm up in your booth
Out for more plaques than it's plaques on your teeth
I'm a beast with the flow when I release
The 44 police [?] mom yelling please
You speaking it slow so any n***a what confrontation
He can get it no hesitation
Scar your face, seal presentation
Doctor with the flow, this is operation

[Chorus Kendrick Lamar and Jay Rock]
Ay, yo yo yo hop in this clip and shoot a dome shot
From the clique where every one leaves you stand bye
Probably get the zip locks the stacks and the rubber bands
Grip in my right palm
Burner in my other hand
We bang, fasho
We pop, fasho
We get money, fasho
Fasho fasho, fasho fasho