Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Joke, artist - Jay Rock. Album song Black Friday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rock the Beat
Song language: English
No Joke |
Stocks rising, fertilizing neighbourhoods with butter, butter |
Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutta, gutta |
Look up in the sky, no stars, helicopters hover |
Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover |
Hit the bounty, straight hunter, main line speak ya mind |
Where you from? |
Take ya time, bust a nigga no response |
Rest a hater, respirator… no response |
Green light, go time, where yo block? |
I know mine |
So you know, one time, snitch nigga, bitch nigga |
Re-up with a seven cuz that’s all I can get, nigga |
Small time hustler, me I’m just a governor |
Of my city fuck with me juggle shots through ya jugular |
Projects hold me down, A1 customers |
A1 army guns, A1 predators |
Pigs yellin' man down, got the law scared of us |
Nigga we ain’t scared of nothing, break it down, show me something |
I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne |
Burn ya whole block down like propane |
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change |
If you ain’t know, now you know mayne! |
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow |
Finna take another trip to the liquor store |
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz |
These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke |
Back on my bullshit, back on the blocks riffin' |
Get it off re-up flippin', gettin' off his car flippin' |
Model bitch think I’m trickin', oh no, no-go |
W-oh no, 30 bucks, mo' mo' |
What the fuck you thought this was? |
All I know is doin' me |
Flyin' spur doin' 3, gutter lane, blowin' tree |
Homie what you smokin' on? |
I can get it dirt cheap |
I can get it for the low, hard rock or pure blow |
I can show you how to whip it |
Birdies given off a show, servin' quail in the kitchen |
Remedy for meal tickets, dope game, real wicked |
Some deals go sour, real niggas locked up |
Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that’s life |
Murders keep me stressed at night |
My daughter keep me level-headed, reason why I sacrifice |
Story of a real nigga, this is how I feel, nigga |
Come between my piece of mind, get yo ass killed nigga! |
I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne |
Burn ya whole block down like propane |
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change |
If you ain’t know, now you know mayne! |
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow |
Finna take another trip to the liquor store |
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz |
These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke |
My momma told me tread softly, gotta keep them feds off me |
Gotta keep the guards on me, I know them mothafuckas want me |
Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town |
Know tomorrows never promised |
Know I gotta get it now, know I got a job to finish |
Know I need stock to grow, know I need Lord’s forgiveness |
Know I’ve been through obstacles |
Know I gotta shit on niggas, know I gotta do my thang |
Knowin' that I’m knee deep, know the drama that it brings |
Know I can’t trust these hoes, know I can’t chase these bitches |
Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these Benzes |
Know I gotta push these trucks, know I gotta paint these pictures |
Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business |
Know I gotta stay silent, know I can’t fall for nothing |
Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble |
Know I gotta keep it gangsta, know you gotta come and get me |
Know I gotta keep it pushin', know you can’t fuck with me |
I don’t wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne |
Burn ya whole block down like propane |
Over that cocaine, tryna get mo' change |
If you ain’t know, now you know mayne! |
Slang game green rain, sleet, hail, snow |
Finna take another trip to the liquor store |
The fiends wanna smoke and you can get smoked cuz |
These streets ain’t no motherfucking joke |