Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk With Me, artist - Jay Rock. Album song Black Friday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rock the Beat
Song language: English
Walk With Me |
| J-A-Y Rock not Jigga |
| Tryna stack figures |
| I’m that nigga |
| Sitting in a parking lot, truck on sixes |
| Bad bitch with me, got a ass like delicious |
| Listen, I can paint pictures so vivid you would think I got a art degree |
| Walk with me, through my town where them killers dwell |
| Wild, wild Watts |
| Where we sell rocks, shots go off |
| Babies get chalked like hop scotch |
| She fifteen three kids? |
| Fucking for some Js |
| Stripping for some change |
| Her baby daddy locked in chains |
| And he wanna blow his brains cause he lost his only girl to the game |
| Stress on your brain, it’ll kill ya |
| Outta sight, outta mind |
| Tip bottles and roll swishas |
| Detectives at the precincts roll and post pictures while your homie pointing |
| fingers |
| It’s a cold world, nigga |
| Walk with me |
| I can show you them ins and outs |
| Stay in the house when them feds is out |
| Yeah, talking on your cellie |
| That’ll get you twenty |
| Talking 'bout you got a spot around the corner booming |
| Not only that, niggas get jealous you better watch em |
| Soon as they catch you slipping, then they got ya |
| Hit you with them maracas |
| Stay sharp as Baraka |
| Prepare for the mortal combat |
| Push a button like Obama, drop bombs on ya |
| Hold my mama |
| It’s a problem if you fucking with my family or my dollars |
| Ride out in them Impalas |
| Four niggas with four choppers, four hundred rounds |
| Guaranteed heart stoppers |
| Walk with me (walk with me) |
| I can show you them ins and outs |
| I can show you what a real nigga’s about |
| Get money, fuck bitches |
| Stay solid, stay sharp, stay, say wise, stay polished |
| Nigga, just walk with me |
| I can show you them ins and out |
| Show you what getting money’s about |
| Mind your own, live long |
| Don’t be out running your mouth, talk is cheap |
| Niggas’ll run at your house |
| Just walk with me |
| Walk with me as I journey through the five block |
| The division from the villain for my nigga Rock |
| Ain’t much different in my gutter than them Watts gutters |
| The only difference in my gutter: I’m the motherfucker |
| Take shots, call shots, I’m a big shot |
| Run the point, pass the rock, switch the last shot |
| Gutter soldier with a second chance to rock a mic |
| So I’m a give it to you raw how I live my life |
| Corner dweller, rock seller |
| I done seen it all |
| From a small pup all the way to big dog |
| Legendary in these Kansas City gritty streets |
| If I ain’t eating there, a motherfucker better eat |
| Bleed the weak, and keep some heat, and trust the liquor bottle |
| Only living for the moment, nigga, fuck tomorrow |
| Without a conscience, I can get dirty |
| Back to talk |
| And I’m hoping that you heard me on this gutter walk |