"Coming Soon To A Hood Near You" lyrics
(feat. Kendrick Lamar)
One, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
One, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
One, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
Ready to pick up where Snoop and Dre left off
(Matter fact Rock, give 'em that raw)
One, one, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
Ready to pick up where Snoop and Dre left off
(Matter fact Rock, give 'em that raw)
Give me the microphone first, so I can bust like a .357 mag
Toe tag rappers, put them in black body bags
After I roll up, hold up, who fuckin' with me?
Nobody, come and get me, Makavelli sent me
Sippin' remy with fine bitches
Remember when I had played the princess
Now I play models, and get paid from sentences
Every rapper Nemesis, let's go
One city at a time, this is who I do it for
L.A., Oakland, Sactown, Philly
Frisco [?]
Feel me
Vegas, Phoenix, Utah, feel me
Everybody know who the real be
I'm talkin' 'bout Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
Around the globe, what's good?
What's good? What's good? What's good?)
On the back on that ass, with some [?] gangsta shit
Getting funky on the mic, damn right, 'cause I am the shit
It's the capitol J A Y R O C K, that's me
T O P D A W G, we be them streets
Maserati swervin', peanut butter over the seats
Counting Benjamin Franks every day throughout the week
Everyday I gotta eat, like a king
Smoke good, drink good, buy you a beam
Whips through your territory, your baby mama be waiting for me
Legendary like Nas, yeah or Shawn Corey, Carter
Ball harder, I'm the west coast author
Started in the west, and I take it out farther
Midwest, Chi-Town to Saint Louis, feel me
Down south, Texas to A-Town, feel me
East coast, New York to B'more, feel me
And everything in between, on the real
Gotta be Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
Around the globe, what's good?
What's good? What's good? What's good?)
I'm the future of this rap game
I used to run with the shooters in the crack game
Somebody left the do' cracked, man
I crept in, got a pad and a pen and brought music back, man
Bitches be like "Jay Rock, you changed"
That's true, but only if they ever knew that I'm still hangin' like snot do
Projects, hood date, money out the sunroof
This is me every day, never wore a costume
Watch a Blood meditate, when I write soulful
I do it for you, better yet for the streets
Better yet, every person representing for me, like-
Midwest, Chi-Town to Saint Louis, feel me
Down south, Texas to A-Town, feel me
East coast, New York to B'more, feel me
And everything in between, on the real
Gotta be Jay Rock
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, feel me
Playas, independent women, feel me
The ghetto, the gutter, the slums, feel me
And everybody know who the real be
I'm talkin' 'bout Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
What's good?)
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
One, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
One, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
Ready to pick up where Snoop and Dre left off
(Matter fact Rock, give 'em that raw)
One, one, two, three to the four
Jay Rock, AKA I run my coast
Ready to pick up where Snoop and Dre left off
(Matter fact Rock, give 'em that raw)
Give me the microphone first, so I can bust like a .357 mag
Toe tag rappers, put them in black body bags
After I roll up, hold up, who fuckin' with me?
Nobody, come and get me, Makavelli sent me
Sippin' remy with fine bitches
Remember when I had played the princess
Now I play models, and get paid from sentences
Every rapper Nemesis, let's go
One city at a time, this is who I do it for
L.A., Oakland, Sactown, Philly
Frisco [?]
Feel me
Vegas, Phoenix, Utah, feel me
Everybody know who the real be
I'm talkin' 'bout Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
Around the globe, what's good?
What's good? What's good? What's good?)
On the back on that ass, with some [?] gangsta shit
Getting funky on the mic, damn right, 'cause I am the shit
It's the capitol J A Y R O C K, that's me
T O P D A W G, we be them streets
Maserati swervin', peanut butter over the seats
Counting Benjamin Franks every day throughout the week
Everyday I gotta eat, like a king
Smoke good, drink good, buy you a beam
Whips through your territory, your baby mama be waiting for me
Legendary like Nas, yeah or Shawn Corey, Carter
Ball harder, I'm the west coast author
Started in the west, and I take it out farther
Midwest, Chi-Town to Saint Louis, feel me
Down south, Texas to A-Town, feel me
East coast, New York to B'more, feel me
And everything in between, on the real
Gotta be Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
Around the globe, what's good?
What's good? What's good? What's good?)
I'm the future of this rap game
I used to run with the shooters in the crack game
Somebody left the do' cracked, man
I crept in, got a pad and a pen and brought music back, man
Bitches be like "Jay Rock, you changed"
That's true, but only if they ever knew that I'm still hangin' like snot do
Projects, hood date, money out the sunroof
This is me every day, never wore a costume
Watch a Blood meditate, when I write soulful
I do it for you, better yet for the streets
Better yet, every person representing for me, like-
Midwest, Chi-Town to Saint Louis, feel me
Down south, Texas to A-Town, feel me
East coast, New York to B'more, feel me
And everything in between, on the real
Gotta be Jay Rock
Gangstas, hustlas, pimps, feel me
Playas, independent women, feel me
The ghetto, the gutter, the slums, feel me
And everybody know who the real be
I'm talkin' 'bout Jay Rock
When you ride at anytime, steady dippin'
But for them, classified, livin' the life
My nigga, everyone feel you
I swear to God, they feel you
We bring it to a hood near you
So how you feel, my nigga?
(I feel I gotta pay homage
After I pay homage, I gotta make commas
After I make commas, I gotta give back to the hood
What's good?)
