[Verse 1:] I'm jay muthafuckin rock nigga wat it do, all red chucks yellin out suwoop, known by dem niggaz dat be wearin all blue dats y I get a pass
play if you want, I'm gon' get it man I say, all my life I've known One day eventually I'll blow [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Jay Rock, still that same O.G. I
do it has we do it all night I never blew it hurt my lung I only look nice See the wall black and I dress all white Yeaaa [Jay Rock:] Mama says she love
we rollin, chuck taylors and nikes, wife beaters and white tees Up in the Yay area boys gettin hyphy Los Angeles where them boys rockin them colors hard
It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
Party, No Icing No Ice On Big Phantom No License Fuck If You're Feeling Me As Long As Your Wife Is No One In My City Got A Pocket Like Drizzy I Can Rock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get your pen out take notes nigga Don't Hate nigga! Ha! Fuck that bullshit, Partna. It's the mufucka... Aye man, Jay.. Ay, Jay talkin bout.. Jay
[Foxy Brown], (Jay-Z) I ain't deaf nor blind, niggaz stressin Hatin cause they less than mine, they wanna sex me We chose each other, you actin like
Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other
like a motherfuckin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz stepped out y'all Aww shit, I had to make a phone call Hello? Hay Jay
See Dre' did something and everybody jocked him I did scotland and got no props for it naw that just fucked up my jay's which fucked up my day rock walley
over the world and never let go Just regular cats you know, that just happened to blow Not synonymous with Hollis Jay, Darryl and Joe Ayo we made it so that others
[Verse 1: Nelly] Yea I drink ciroc cause I fuck with puff I pop that ace of spade because I rock with jay I'm on that cali good but I'm not in l.a I'm
this y'all, un huh jigga Watch this y'all, un huh, uhh Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea It's kid Capri and Jay-z, it's kid Capri and Jay-z 'Cause
it-check it out ya'll Tre-treach Dee Jay, check it out ya'll, Tre-treach Dee Jay Check it-check it-check it out Tre-treach Dee Jay, Tre-treach Dee Jay, Treach Dee Jay
, they'll take no pity 'Cause Ghetto has the style that has the girls jockin' When you talk about the system, all you say is, "Rockin'" Others hear the
partners (Brett, the original guitarist, and Jay, the original bassist) were missing, it was still a reuinion of sorts and a return to straightforward punk rock
' Bangin' the concrete and gotach A-Town Stompin' A yo I represent that south S T L O U I S , man Where the love to rock them fitted caps and them headbands
