Jay Rock Black Hippy song lyrics
Jay Rock Black Hippy song lyrics
tha bizness
Let em die
dead
black hippy
and we don't give a fuck
hell naw nigga
This conglomerate so cold Rock it can freeze LA, nigga
Black Hippy
Ummmm Babe
Kendrick Lamar
vERSE 1, Kendrick Lamar:
I tell em like this
Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb
You aint a rapper, you elton john holdin your john
I got a ton of croutons at the louie vuitton
That's big bread, the chickens will fly in flocks when I come
ScHoolboy Q:
Heart in the song
Half drunk, stuck in the palm
Lighting matches underwater while embracing the storm
Cool and I'm calm
Laid back, smoking a farm
Socking the shit outta niggas till I'm breakin my arm
Jay Rock:
Up in my zone
Two blunts, cup of patron
.45 homie shoot you if you fuck wit me wrong
no homo, pause
that's your life and it's gone
Flatline ya, don't put yo life in this song
Ab Soul:
I never drove a fast car
I almost ran over tracy chapman
she said drive slow, I said fuck off
Ab Soul
What's up yall
other than your subpar
Above all, I'm a heaven gate
Above all, fuckin great
And every time we in the Stu
WE CooK THat Chop THat Bust THat THat's Crack!
Yeah homie, this is what we do
310 shit, 323 bitch
AHhhh nigga, welcome to the zoo
Where we WE CooK THat Chop THat Bust THat THat's Crack!
Yeah homie, this is what we do
323 shit, 310 bIIIItch!
vERSE 2, Rock:
The black Hippies
The bag full, the bag empty
Sparked it all at the car lot, then crashed quickly
I'm tryna come with enough power to pass 50
I'm talkin 50 bill, you niggas don't fit the bill
K.Dot:
You niggas don't keep it real, you fake as Pamela's titties
I pound kitties, then hit the club with dogs with me
Tan polos, no socks
chopped dickies
Tan coupe, no top, bumpin Biggie
Blowing sticky
before the group, been a hippy
Nifty Fifty, all blue real CRippy
Big money, long stocks, ask pippy
Mask on, one sock, I gets busy
I smoke blacks, relax, and watch walt disney
Puff squares, pace in circles until I'm dizzy
Speaking of Disney, fantasies, I had many
I used hate on Mickey Mouse cause he had Minnie
vERse 3, Quincy:
Napped through my final, made enough, richer than lionel
Fuckin bitches on my job, cummin harder than a rhino
BreAKin their spinal, laid back, bumpin my vinyl
Navigation on my scopes, easy to find em
Find you and I'm right behind you, laid back, puffin a blunt
Gat on my lap, constantly talkin shit, Imma dump
Your homies actin charged up, they can still get jumped
Take your chain, Ash the Kush for all you punks
However you want it, whenever you want it, you all can get it
Contagious, it's mad syphilis, blazing, it's God-giftedness
Die over death sentences, flow hot, plus the beat knock like Jay
Witnesses, tell em I killed the witnesses
Witness this, gifted as twenty christmases
itchin to blow like TWenty bitches with mouths
that need a dick in it
WOW
I ran rap for half a mile then got tired
Laid down and realized that I was lyin