Nu School Chevys - Jay Rock

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I got new school chevys, old school lac’s

Step on the scene with the 44s and macs

Better shut yo trap if that thang click clack then yo ass is layin flat

Sittin in the house, cookin up crack

Movin up packs, just to get them stacks

Blowin' smoke out the lac, ridin on these Cali streets dawg you gotta stay

strapped

Sittin' in the house with that thang cocked

Because I hold more base than a speaker box

I got 100 grand in my sneaker box

Old school Chevy in the lot with no top

You come through stuntin' get that ass shot

Slugs hit your head leave you with no top

Fiends on the block like flies to shit

Know that work, they know that mines the shit

I’m on the block flippin' pounds with bricks

Now we got the block hot like a pile of shit

Smoking on this weed got me paranoid

Pockets all swollen like my money on steroids

Hatin' ass niggas don’t test the boy

Bullets leave that ass screaming like Pastor Troy

Hit rollo on that turf yeah he got the toys

Slugs like Michael Jackson they’ll touch you boys

AK-47 make a lot of noise

Family at your funeral yeah they’re making a lot of news

I got new school chevys, old school lac’s

Step on the scene with the 44s and macs

Better shut yo trap if that thang click clack then yo ass is layin flat

Sittin in the house, cookin up crack

Movin up packs, just to get them stacks

Blowin' smoke out the lac, ridin on these Cali streets dawg you gotta stay

strapped

6 4 Chevy with the gold rims

Nigga try to rob he go miss his limbs

A nigga money longer than zentro

And I got a clip longer than imperial

I’m project material

Fuck your name I got a gat for each syllable

I’m in the cut like a can of Raid

If I see a roach creepin' watch the can and spray

I got the rocks in my backpack

Serving fiends I’m tryna get a stack jack

You tryna rob you askin for a nap jack

It’s all over when I cock the mac back

Got so much weed I ain’t even got Atarax

Blow so much smoke they need to call a hazmat

I ain’t with the bullshit nigga betta shut ya trap

Don’t want beef, keep it on a meat wrap

I got new school chevys, old school lac’s

Step on the scene with the 44s and macs

Better shut yo trap if that thang click clack then yo ass is layin flat

Sittin in the house, cookin up crack

Movin up packs, just to get them stacks

Blowin' smoke out the lac, ridin on these Cali streets dawg you gotta stay

strapped