3 Kings: accordi di
Jay Rock
Jay Rock

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Verse 1
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Niggas talking shit when
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we step up in the club
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It's all good 'till you get
hit with a slug
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Yeah he on the wall,
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coughing up blood
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Should have known not
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to fuck with us thugs
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Catch me in the hood, blowing on bud
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Nig ga, fuck your dollar man,
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I'm all about dubs
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Catch me in the kitchen, cooking up drugs
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[?] I'm all for the bubs
Verse 2
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I'm all over the stove like pots and pans
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Hit the corner with the rock,
the Glocks in hand
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Rock hold more shell
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s than a taco stand
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If I pop, the block hot like a summer jam
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Damn, I won't hesitate,
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to let the pistol whistle
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Bullets like many missiles,
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go straight through your tissue
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And your momma yelling,
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crying sneeze into some tissue
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I'm like, damn Rock,
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you could have worked out the issue
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Really hard in the club without
no bodyguards
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This where OGs fresh out
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the penitentiary are
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For those who don't know me
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don't pretend you're hard
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Yeah that loud talking shit,
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that'll get you scarred
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Left hook, knock your punk
ass on your back
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Your head busted,
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now it looks like the crack of her as s
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Then I'm back posting up on the ave
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With the homies smoking and joking,
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counting that cash
Interlude 1
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I'm like a sound system
Verse 3
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bump
base on the block
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Niggas scheming,
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bulletproof doors on the drop
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Well I ain't got a garage, '64 in the lot
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In the city of god when they bust at the cops
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I stay with a fed,
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always keep me a bitch
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Always holding a crip,
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always keep me a clip
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Yeah, these niggas like to trip,
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I'll send them to their destination
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To that hot place,
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you can talk it out with Satan
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I'm hot faced,
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I was blessed with raw game
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Bitches fiending for my dick,
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call me cocaine
In the hood,
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like tall cans and low daddies
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I'm so so gutta like ghetto swords
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and [?] alleys
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I'm from CA,
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but some call it killer Cali
Where we banging,
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get some bitches don't know who their [?] is
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Twist up dro, laid back like re cliners
Smoking on five,
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got me higher than airliners
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Yeah it's
Verse 4
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Jay
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Rock nig gas
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Straight
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out the
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projects, Nickerson Gardens
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DeeJay Dave, I see you my nigga
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Fat Boy I see you my nigga
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That's how we
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do it here
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Top Dawg
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Entertainment mothafuckas
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