JAY ROCK - Parental Advisory lyrics

rate me

We all chill, ache, raped up, straight up,

Call for your back up

For we get active

Sharks let of, cars split off

Pistol grip popping the truck

Now they hit off

Youngers out late night, smoking in the out way

Streets ain’t fair so watch for the fair play

Niggas like the role play

Stay away from them, they’re that type of clowns that will try to do them

And they get you in the room, then see that you’re here

Farther ten snitching , that’s the new and ?

Money talk bullshit, walks a thousand miles

The evidence got lost in the trail now

Back to the bloc, nigga selling rock

Hoers selling coke, running from the cops

Ain’t no time like now, ashes full and on top

Niggas ain’t wazing up inspire run on spot

Pimping these lose hoers

They pimping on true love

Read banz and get big gaz, from out here

Money, bags and go sense from out here

Pow with it, soak drifted

Eat and ? no splitting the flow flipping

Got these nine calls tripping

Call pimping, put this conversation with emotions

That’s the whole mission

Look snakes in the shadow slivering

Know the difference between soldiers and citizens

You see them war fetchers on the yard

Do the long stretchers, try to get home and enjoy ?

Fuck stress, we could smoke nigga

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Run all five extrasendal, nigga east side wise presidential nigga

You see the pyramids on the period, I’m a project paper

Rage out chicken , knew ? crock team ?

On making on some ? that’s consider a miracle

Pimping these lose hoers from out here

They grumping on true love from out here

Real grams for ?money bags and go sex from out here

How out here,

Black tend on the test roster

Hustling like we broke still look for roses

Yeah you don’t wanna test and host

I ain’t no bullshit, bullshit I’m stepping over

I might be with my old head zipping cold ones

Talking bout the order war

Just don’t want beef once I bring ‘em round this corner voice

And shut ‘em down, open and shut like a corner?

Saw the mazes, make a lot of cash

If I’m pressure for taxes

Burn ‘em down the ashes

With some better shit, we ain’t try to ?

Gotta make better the shit

Yeah, I’m out here and I feel like a duggy

Real LA fity, hit the wall and I roab you

I’m in the projects giving the diagnostics

For niggas and the killers on time for our property

I did it all, see it all, know that

Fall from your adage, snop shut and hold that

Code that, jay rock rock city, finales we never for the moment

Look around for the glory days

Pimping these lose hoers

They pimping on true love

Read banz and get big gaz, from out here

Money, bags and go sense from out here