YG Ft. Schoolboy Q & Jay Rock - I Just Wanna Party Lyrics

YG Ft. Schoolboy Q & Jay Rock - I Just Wanna Party Lyrics:

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

I’m drunk off Hennessy
Hope I don’t run into my enemies
That dark lick will give you energy
Now I ain’t rich, but I’m finna be
Your baby mama’s a flip, she wanna hit a G
I’m back on that bullshit
But she ain’t fucking and that’s bullshit
I can’t die, I got too much to live for
I’m getting money, that’s what niggas rob and kill for
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon’ whoop her ass
All my homies gangbangers
They dry their clothes on hangers
All these hoes fucking, but they don’t wanna seem like a ho
So you gotta hit ‘em on the low (You gotta him em’ on the D-Low!)
West side, different money game
Socked the mouth for tripping, he lost his watch and earrings

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Nigga, I’m from Hoover Street
Dirty pictures in my cellphone
On 52nd street I’m well-known
Hoover stomp until the cops come
Silver satin get the job done
Money ain’t everything, but still I’m rich
Money ain’t everything, I’m still gon’ crip
From Figueroa to [?] where we sock on lips
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR’s, nigga
We hope out cars, nigga
I be groovin’ till I die
Smokin’ weed until I’m fried
I could sell a key to God
Pants saggin’ with the Glock
I ain’t wanna pick the box
All my homies gangbangers
We keep a thumb between our two fingers
We trippin’ off the Henny
So don’t let me catch you slippin’ in the 50′s, Ricky

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Nigga, I’m from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic
Gang bang, slap a bitch
I ain’t with the extras, I ain’t got a stunt double
You ain’t got no hands so they might let the gun touch you
Is you banging or you balling, nigga?
You a fax machine, we can’t call it, nigga
Everybody ain’t a friend, reason why I keep a fo’
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it
And if she give me that back, bitch, I’mma break it
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas’ll chase it
She acting like she be nutting, some bitches are faking
You fighting to save many souls, know that you losing
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozing
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging?
Shouldn’t have chunked his fingers up if he ain’t banging
I’m ashamed

Mama ain’t raised no fool
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

Childish Gambino - Sour Faces Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics

Childish Gambino - Sour Faces Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Do I have to rob Peter just to pay Paul
Just to get a blessing and to get my point across?
Play the game to win, get the money and the cars
Pussy come free when you handle business like a boss
In that GS regal, watch me swang it like a Porsche
One for sitting hard, knockin’ pictures off the wall
Bitch I’m out here doggin’, and I got ‘em droppin’ charge
Used to push the great white like I was swimmin’ with the sharks
I was dead broke, tell ‘em presidents they resurrected
And my dead pockets they was lifeless ’til I sold them records
I’m in the magazine posing with my nigga
Double XL wide sell on a nigga
I’m so high, I could bring hell on a nigga
Lifetime bars no bail for a nigga
Bitches keep head and tail for a nigga
Think I sold my soul away, this ice fell on a nigger

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Play this in your car, give ‘em sour face
Play this, play this in the club, give ‘em sour face
Nigga, when they hear it, that’s that sour face
Nigga lookin’ at me crazy, that’s that sour face
Ring the alarm, Comme des Garçons
Lunch with a bunch of my niggas at the pond
Bowflex like a dummy, instrumental hungry
Places that I’m stayin’ got more whites than all my laundry
Life of a Kennedy, James Dean roll out
Summer spent in places most my people never know about
Gettin’ mama new house, for now I’m fuckin’ wearin’ it
Fourth of July, bitch, my shit be so American
Bless the chick I’m marryin’, keep the whole estate intact
Bless the son I didn’t have, sprayed ‘em on her lower back
Focus on them roaches, I ain’t never goin’ back
Wine is so precocious, sippin’ on somebody’s yacht
Real money’s never seen, whole thing classic
Think about in 10 years, change your whole mindset
Back when I would still sweat five Gs
Back when I was hookin’ up with Ali Brie—stunt!
Yeah, it’s East Side forever, bitch
Hate mail comin’ from these niggas who was never rich
Or never poor, or never fly
Or seen somebody get wet up outside of Golden Glide
Hot 107, nine dreams when I run through
Man, that’s fam, Steve, Swank, that’s the whole crew
Monster like a muppet, wallet Warren Buffett
Camp was last year but I ain’t ever have to rough it
Lookin’ fresh from the McFlys up
You don’t know about ‘em, better wise up
Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine
(Busy with them rollers, I don’t carry mine)

Tyrese - I'm Home Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics

Tyrese - I'm Home Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics:

everybody’s still singing my song
saying that the game has been on pause
since you left, you left, so let me press play
imma get the beats back rocking
and beds back knocking
you know who i be, who i be
ladies, the wait is over here i am
swags on the million
get your cameras ready
ain’t nobody else do what i do
i’ve been working but i gotta prove
everywhere i go they’re screaming out my name
i’m on my way

they say you be gone for a minute
ain’t nobody else did it like you did it
well tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left
if anybody asks ’bout me
tell ‘em that i’m right where i’m supposed to be
tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left

i’m home x2
and i’m not going nowhere this time

grab a couple of bottles and meet me on the stage
everything is on me, we gonna celebrate
ain’t no place like this in the world
been mia so it was time to return
you can love it, hate it
but i’m staying
ain’t going no where, no where
i’m a going, going around you

ain’t nobody else do what i do
i’ve been working but i gotta prove
everywhere i go they’re screaming out my name
i’m on my way

they say you be gone for a minute
ain’t nobody else did it like you did it
well tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left
if anybody asks ’bout me
tell ‘em that i’m right where i’m supposed to be
tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left

first things first, i’m home, take your camera out
jay rock, tyrese why city jugging us?
got no other choice to do a big monument
pop bottles, with top models
yeah we doing it
haters can’t ruin it
as said the well zone
dropped my first album, power moves from the cell phone
show here, show there
for show i got my money out
world wide groupie love, they always keep that ass up
ty bet put the hood on the map, yeah
all this music shit, the whole hood got your back, black
now we on the track
together we gonna bubble
worldwide soundtrack for the streets, they’re gonna love it

they say you be gone for a minute
ain’t nobody else did it like you did it
well tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left
if anybody asks ’bout me
tell ‘em that i’m right where i’m supposed to be
tell ‘em i’m home
tell ‘em i’m home
been back like i never left

i just wanna say thank you to all my fans
who kept my music alive
you never gave your heart away to anybody else
i just appreciate you
i’m here to stay
i’m home

Jay Rock - They Be On It Remix Lyrics Ft Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka Flame

Jay Rock - They Be On It Remix Lyrics Ft Yo Gotti & Waka Flocka Flame:

[Chorus]
I keep them … 26’s on deck,
…got a fresh … juice …
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it

I pull up on them hoes,
Roll my windows down
Let my music out,
Forfeit … shake the ground
Smoking on that medical
Sipping on some medicine
Top dog letterman
She wanna ride I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker
Plus she bought her best friend
Like it’s …2 for 1 party at the Weston
5 star sweets, 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 don’t had her, we don’t had her
They be shooting at my ladder
Cause I’m standing on a pedestal
She gonna give me good head
Just cause I’m ahead of you
Jay Rock flyer than …no shit
I’m a king, fuck a prince
I don’t know no Will Smith
I don’t owe you niggers shit
I’m a self-made nigger
Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuck her for days nigger

[Chorus]
I keep them … 26’s on deck,
…got a fresh … juice …
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it

They like damn got you …
My … like an immigrant
… love America, my swag just in feeling it
Clothes come from Italy,
Wine like the Kennedy
Middle of the …
… with percentages
85 percent with no …
Fit more than loud pipes, must I mention it
Rims kinda interesting …
I just want some … Shawty say I ain’t intimate
We don’t need no bake …
…she don’t wanna suck a brother …

[Chorus]
I keep them … 26’s on deck,
…got a fresh … juice …
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it

I got a fast car, Nascar,
Popping like a …
Pussy wet …
Finger for my wrist …
Got me fucking on my girlfriend
… yellow … my … feel the L.A. breeze
… I got … I came a long way from Bronx selling weed
…gamble with your life, pussy niggers roll them dice

[Chorus]
I keep them … 26’s on deck,
…got a fresh … juice …
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes 2 seats, stick shift,
Like the shirts on jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on, who
We on it.

Jay Rock - Westside ft. Chris Brown Lyrics

Jay Rock - Westside ft. Chris Brown Lyrics:

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night

Roll up that . watch how them girl ..
Ladies I smash of you my .. park it
Like I will be .. bitch I am a million …. I am all rich
I got that .. she got that .. up in the club
Start sipping on that .. where my pretty girls at
Sexy face ass fat .. call me daddy .. on the kush when I smoke
Baby on the roll .. baby girl I hooked you up …

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night

They love it how I treat them
Haters say .. big boottie .. hoping I can take her home
Satisfaction guarantee .. all night long bang bang
Like .. we are in the building ladies go crazy
.. that’s what we do .. make me right
Looking for .. increases my appetite .. dollars ain’t ..
Everything is pain….

Baby girl i put you on flight
We are heading to the West side
I got the .. so baby girl let’s ride
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
I can’t wait to get you home to bang bang
We are gonna do it all night

Kendrick Lamar - Drop The Vibe Freestyle Ft Jay Rock Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar - Drop The Vibe Freestyle Ft Jay Rock Lyrics:

Feeling like a mother fucker animal,
Cannibal lector, twenty twelve,
Elected to execute every rapper that has excelled,
If music you’re calling, then you’re on it, pick up your cell,
If a nigger said he can see me, bet he told you in braille.
Fucker, put you on from and.. some bread..
Nigger your lunch... should .. work that instead
…I’m a leader, walk behind me, yes I walk…
Watch their face drop, when the beat drop, I drop a…
New occurrence… calling the…
No judgment for the..
They tried to find me guilty for spitting filthy …
But I bet…. That’s March 14, my first recording
I kicked it like.. Chuck Norris.

Look, look, look, I’m J.A.Y Rock to be exact,
..and goddess…
Story of the East Side nigger of my life in the ghetto,
On the beast side, nigger!
..opposites attract, niggers go home for the color of their flag!
Don’t make money, wear for…
Unfit mother never heard of obedience.
Oh, so devious, niggers are too,
Right around the corner, déjà vu!
Sam old shit, sounding like rerhymes,
It’s gotta stay sharp, if you flip, then you bleed on guns and…
Five, ones, niggers don’t… they buy old guns!
..on the L.A. streets, don’t sleep, don’t sleep,
Look, catch me sitting in my truck,
Read e in this cup, no tags on this bitch!
But I don’t give a fuck, I ride till the worlds fall of,
That’s some real shit, never let ‘em get in your mind,
Never reveal shit!
Let a nigger know your …
He’s the type of nigger… wishing on you to fall!
Fake niggers try to impersonate your character,
That’s why I’ve got the mother fucker eyes on…
Watch ‘em, my daddy told ‘em … everyday,
Why you have to pass away?
Thinking about my… to kick in,
Roll me up a fat ass drunk and start drinking!
Damn, the reality start to sit in,
I’m married to the streets and I ain’t never had a wedding.
I stopped selling dough because nigger…
Sex, money and weed, the life we start living,
Guns in the closet for niggers who start tripping,
Stay in the house when ‘em chops come out spitting.
Stay on your job, keep your eyes opened on every corner,
The blink of your eye, use a…
Dealing with the pains of this hunger,
Shut ‘em like…
Just live my life upon some cool shit,
So nigger just miss me, with all that bullshit!

Lyrics: Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle

Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul & Schoolboy Q - Toca Tuesdays Freestyle Lyrics:

… brother number 2, what it do

Yeah, … brother number 2, what it do
… knock beef like I knock boots
Propaganda when I step to rescue yo
You know they make it big than what it is in particular

Kendrick Lamar the modern day Malcom
Humble and modest but these margins can move a mountain
I march pit on the beat and leave the mark of a thousand marksmen
Clearing the street and killing rappers with talent, preach
Yes that talent, kids are scared of ya, can’t even spell competitor
Lord is my witness
I remember asking artists in streets how they did it
The only features I got is was this hand and face I was getting
How ironic, … was the shit like …
Now we faming over these beats while critics pay …
It’s too street like my 23 summers in Compton
I go so deep like my dick in your bitch hope the condom never do leak
2 seats, one car, all you hear yes daddy …
High salary blow jobs, high calorie rap bars and not me
My sweet 16 will probably need a school id
And usually high b, dominant victor
You know what time it is nigger …
I’m a slick … when I write this shit
I’m think on the shit, … and I think you’re a bitch
… we catching bodies, facing the hotel lobby, fuck you security
… I spit asset, hit your block and crumble your …
This is torture when I torture, or escort you
Out the building where ex-convicts with our …
Permanent hand shake, your man can’t stick to the script
… I was Malcolm to your belief.

Jay Rock - Hood Gone Love It ft. Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Jay Rock - Hood Gone Love It ft. Kendrick Lamar Lyrics:

keepin' it g ain't nothing,
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping
i got the whole block bumping
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping

nah, nah, nah, you know what this is
tell them this is celebration bitch is
with the barbeque dips and the mini bites
min skirts in the seas and the ... lights
down below tables, we got big 6
round from we do concrete back flips
flip-flop, flip-flop, flip-flop back
do the ghettos where i bring hip hop back
real niggers love me, they tell me keep it pushin'
the only niggers ... for waste out of central bullets
county jails and the lock downs up north
said i should have it if ... pass the torch
that's how they feel jack, ...more than rap
this that project, hair cut and the quotes ...
this is where the whose punch you ... that
meet you quarter whenever i put a quote on the track

keepin' it g ain't nothing,
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping
i got the whole block bumping
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping

from compton to baltimore i'ma kill it
i buy a morgue in a minute, the public house the ... couch of a section
...the air conditioner broke but i'm cool enough
to ensure you my ride isn't eskimo, huh
and i peel off... getting my clothes off
and i block off energies from the inner cities that we lost, huh?
i'm putting the ghetto on double my back
and i live in the back of the jungle
lions, tigers, bears, oh my
hear the siren, walk up, drive by
shooters, looters, federal...intruders
engines on back of scooter
the wheel ... and we need to know yeah who you are
you are in the presence of the mini presence
...the gift for the future... i said it
thug life, hood keep mad city, mad respect
representing the ... life

keepin' it g ain't nothing,
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping
i got the whole block bumping
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping

the whole girls tells me i'm the shit
i break them off so they can buy some outfits
...about they sons... a pack of new toys
give them the game, school them of what's really important
it's how i was raised, the og's had me
13 fresh off the porch ...
but i'm wiser now, show them my young niggers
it's other ways you get them dollars and funs niggers
coming down in a old school so cool
whip like a 5 bar call it so cool
you don't know the ... every girl do
put your ears to the speakers i'ma show you
i paint the picture so perfect
in my cd you see monalissa in person
courtesy of ... and arm reach, 1 1

keepin' it g ain't nothing,
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping
i got the whole block bumping
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
you ain't gotta like cause the hood gone love it
watching young nigger show his ass i'm pumping.

Nina B - Poppin' Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics

Nina B - Poppin' Ft. Jay Rock Lyrics:

chorus

i am trying to get it popping

pop what's good for tonight

i am trying to get it popping

tell me what's looking alike

you know we are getting poppin over here

what’s up

i heard you're getting popping over there

so what

we are getting popping like freeshly

.. since she had to ask she's getting no dish in

i get it popping .. gold chains

i get it popping like the ladies .. track

i am getting popping cause i am rapping for the whole game

nina b you probably recognize my code name

the .. remember me

mention the best you are mentioning me

shorty …she'd be checking for him

he'd be checking for me

you know me

don't ask why

i already told you

chorus

i get it popping like a shutter

step outside the club..

women get naked i don't even .. out

niggers me niggers say something like …

bootless at home i had to bring a coup out

money at the rough ain't no .. what i do out

.. smoking on that bomb shit

higher than the himalayas

.. addicted to money pussy and weed

.. if you want me on top is where i'll be

chorus

Jay Rock - Boomerang Lyrics

Jay Rock - Boomerang Lyrics:

more money to blow

then i am good to go

more .. to smoke

then i am good to go

she dropped that ass on the floor

she’s good to go

stop playing with me

tell me what is in for

we could leave right now

tell me if you’re good to go

your friend could come too

tell me if she’s good to go

that coconut is rocking me

i am good to go

stop playing with me

tell me what is in for

boomerang

boomerang

..if she’s doing back

best believe i am gonna catch it

18 hundred on that coconut is a rock

she’s gonna sip it make the pennies drop now

you you and her back to my room

and work i am talking about

… i will never save them i just like .. a lot

.. do you got that boomerang tell me if …

chorus

she drinks that drink slow

she’s good to go

pop to a .. i am gonna lay back

while you do your thing

makes you with some dro

then she’s good to go

put that ass on the floor

she’s good to go

stop playing with me

tell me what is in for

boomerang

boomerang

she keep on coming back (repeat)

she got that boomerang

she keep on coming back (repeats)

she keep on coming back

like a rear

if you pay for you don’t need a refund

got that wet wet

i am talking niagara fall

i could swim in it

i mean my boogie …

1 o’clock 2 o’clock

we can go all night

3 o’clock 4 o’clock and she’s still at …

.. like an addict because she got that sniper

good candy sweet put it on a rapper

she’s looking at a rapper

i tell her that i am jay rock

after party bad bitches fallow me

everywhere i go

that’s the only way i know

lose is not an option

now get that ass on the floor

we get it popping …

chorus

Jay Rock - Do You Know Ft. Kokane Lyrics

Jay Rock - Do You Know Lyrics:

Do you know where are you going to

Do you like all the things in life .. someone new
Do you know where are you going to
Do you love all the things that life has put you through

All my life in the ghetto conditions uncountable
Watching TV I wish I was a hostile
Like .. I was just .. a dream my daddy was …
In a room rollin up a weed
Project .. every night no sleep
That was back then
Only had the balls .. high on pities ..
.. all I know is money all I know is violence
Life is a plan and you just …
You crashing you burn if you …
If you talk too much then you lay on the streets .. that you speak
I’ve seen it too many times talk is cheap listen

Chorus

Jay rock is the name .. blocks ..
Still crack bottles got … to feel
Weed to smoke kids to feed
All we know is money sex and weed
My .. right I was doin it wrong
Stress on my brain .. petrol
.. some pussy almost every day
.. put some food on my plate
I know it sounds hard
But somebody gotta do it
Fake niggers claim they are real
But I am the truest
.. on that grave on
Watching my days go
.. real nigger loves me
I stay connected as they go

Chorus