[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Gang banging and big pimpin is all I know
Swerving hoopties and fucking hoochies, and getting dough
On the top deck, thinking 'bout my next bet
Fucking with this rap game, good sex
Bet your baby mama know I'm the hood's best
Better stack, if I stare, she gon' get wet
I need round the way girls, no LL
And you know I smoke [?] from the L smell
And you can get that ass killed if you inhale
Now that's that Cali dro, and I got Cali hoes
They get low, like they searching for a [?] though
Each week, 10 freaks on my paddeo
[?] who next
[?] top off the planes, got convertable jets
Jay Rock be the name, coming straight out the 'jects
N***as [?] planting seeds, you gotta believe

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Double up till it bubble up
Grab a pot, scramble it up
I'm gambling with high figures
And you can bet a million bucks
[?]
Cause I believe in me and my n***as
[?]
[?] these potholes [?]
[?]
So everywhere that I go
N***as know about it, ask your ho about it
My n***a
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
It's my life, and I can live it how I wanna
Game told you 'bout the California sun in the summer
But I'm the hottest out in California this summer
Pass blunts like a [?] in the dark
Now I'm in the hummer, pull up and break your heart
Like Kanye over 808's, you ain't ever safe
I need a [?] the same size as a bank
So I can make transactions like a transvestite
No homo
You n***as just mad cause I'm nice
Simple like [?], bitch, you can get a slice
Mix the Jin with the [?] to get right
And you can get turned over tonight
I'm deadly with it, why can't you get it?
You n***as running for your guns, I be standing with it
Like the liberty statue, I [?] tortch to get at you
Aim it at the seem of your teeth and squeeze
Gotta believe

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Double up till it bubble up
Grab a pot, scramble it up
I'm gambling with high figures
And you can bet a million bucks
[?]
Cause I believe in me and my n***as
[?]
[?] these potholes [?]
[?]
So everywhere that I go
N***as know about it, ask your ho about it
My n***a
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
So when you see me in the streets, holla at your dawg
I be on them 26's with the armor [?]
No stash box, I got my armor on
Love my hood so much, I got it on my arm
Picture Rock [?] stacks to the ceiling
Bad bitch on my side, she black and sesilion
Reminisce all night, flashback dreams
When I used to weigh the work on the tripple beam
Competition couldn't fade me, I was Mr. Clean
Watch the white turn into green
Poof, watch the stacks pop in my jeans
I'm a hustler, baby, it's in my genes
Cherish the [?] till I'm in my grave
If you part of my family, then you would feel the same
Blood is way thicker than water
The Lambo is way faster than your 08 Charger
I does this

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Double up till it bubble up
Grab a pot, scramble it up
I'm gambling with high figures
And you can bet a million bucks
[?]
Cause I believe in me and my n***as
[?]
[?] these potholes [?]
[?]
So everywhere that I go
N***as know about it, ask your ho about it
My n***a