- Jay Rock Finest Hour 歌詞
- Jay Rock
- And so I party like its 2012
Split the swisher open, put the green inside the
L Cause any day
I could take an
L So my niggas gather around so they love the smell
This that kush my nigga, dont ever breathe, inhale
Lets get high touch the heavens, cause we in this hell
Im thinkin at times if
I could take a shell
Livin for the moment right now,
I dont really care
My bitch rockin
Chanel, she ghetto sidity
Magnificent ass, incredible titties
She like to pull on my zipper when
Im on the highway
Doin 85 and the 85
Sade In the background, got my hat down
Feeling like a king, shout out to
Sac Town You lookin at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I aint got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour [Verse 2 - Rick Ross:] (Boss)
Fascinated with the gold
Daytons (Ross)
Fast paper was the motivation
Jay got the esés,
I know the
Haitians When
Im in LA we meet at
Crustaceans
Butterfly all kilos
Show me the money cause
I gotta feed my ego
Fuck a Bent coupe when all my niggas rent due
Put my life on it,
I can show youhow a brick move (Whip It)
Baking soda make it moonwalk
White glove money stuffed in my tube socks
Top down thug life, 2
Pac Imma boss,
I can get ya whole crew chopped
Teflon Don on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines its organized crime (Boss)
Mo money,
Mo power The world is yous, thats until
I get my lead shower [Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I aint got a watch on my wrist
I can still tell you what time it is
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour [Verse 3 - Jay Rock:]
Overlookin the skyline
Got money, wish it could buy time
Watch hustlas in they prime get confined to a 5x9, by a 5 star grind
Im talking big money, boats and fur coats
Cars and gold ropes, scales and mo dope
My big homie loaf, had it by the loaf
Got knocked, system tryna hang him by his throat
Downfall is when you considered the top dog
So my eyes open while
Im on top dog
Let them pussy niggas hate,
Imma do me
Fuck menage a trois,
Imma do 3
Roll up the doobie, let it burn slow
Let ya hair back, sip on this
Merlot You lookin at a gangsta in his finest hour
Till they lock me up or rain on me lead showers [ Hook - BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Even if I aint got a watch on my wrist
I can still tellyou what time it is
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Still hustlin same clothes when the sun come up
Been down so log the only way is up
Cause Im a gangsta in his finest hour
Gangtsa in his finest hour
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