"Fasho" lyrics
(feat. Freeway & Balance)
Yeah, hah
Jay Rock, Philly Freeze
East Coast, West Coast shit, niggas
This what it sounds like when we meet up
It's remarkable
Sounwave
Y'all know
We in the building
Ah
Early
It's Jay Rock, ate eight rappers, then spray eight shots
Before I met Freeway, they been tryin' to make me straight pop
What up, Beans? What up, Neef? What up, Young Chris?
Them paper soldiers make a nigga sick, ridiculous
You feel me? I get on your nerves, you need a cigarette
I been a threat, Bin Laden been hidin' in my projects
You kill me, come back to life, then end yours
My spot workin' with ten whores with ten chores
Even when I'm not workin', the bands, dog, it open more
Then a pour or the legs of a porno star
AR-15, when Unlimited ring
I make that thing go ring like a register, please (Rock)
I used to slang it to the fiends
Now I slang it to your ears when Ali press three
On a Sounwave beat, and I'm the Watts team
It's Jay and Philly Freeze, ain't a damn thing free
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo
Freezer ride North Philly to Watts
I tote MAC milly, silly, with the chilliest watch
Do not try to reach, I pull out and I cock and aim
Then I squeeze, leave your brains on the block with ease
Niggas can't see me, I'm an East-Coast G
Even West Coast motherfuckers feelin' my pain
'Cause I been took Shahada, I'm a Muslim and a rider
And I'm 'bout to make Hajj, these niggas flodgin' to me
These phony motherfuckers still wishin' that they hot
Wish they was down with State Prop, down with Jay Rock
I got a buzz from Philly to the A, cuz
Try to stop it and I hit you with a gauge shot
AK shot, rrat, this is more than rap
We puttin' Philly and Cali on the map, yeah
Niggas bitchin' 'cause we linked up
Now it's cool to put your W's and East Coast up, yeah
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo (Yeah, yeah)
I want money like Scrooge
Hoppin' out the whip, new chain, new shoes
Hottest in the Bay, nigga, turn on the news
Murder in the West, what the fuck I gotta prove?
Unsigned spitter, got 'em watchin' like Fuse
One wrong move, then I light that fuse
Need for introduction when I'm up in your booth
Out for more plaques than it's plaque on your tooth, haha
I'm a beast with the flow
When I'm releasin' the four-four, policin' your dough
Mom yellin' please, no releasin' you, though
I release this speech, you'll be speakin' it slow
So any nigga want confrontation
He can get it, no hesitation
Scar your face, seal presentation
Doctor with the flow, this is Operation
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo
Jay Rock, Philly Freeze
East Coast, West Coast shit, niggas
This what it sounds like when we meet up
It's remarkable
Sounwave
Y'all know
We in the building
Ah
Early
It's Jay Rock, ate eight rappers, then spray eight shots
Before I met Freeway, they been tryin' to make me straight pop
What up, Beans? What up, Neef? What up, Young Chris?
Them paper soldiers make a nigga sick, ridiculous
You feel me? I get on your nerves, you need a cigarette
I been a threat, Bin Laden been hidin' in my projects
You kill me, come back to life, then end yours
My spot workin' with ten whores with ten chores
Even when I'm not workin', the bands, dog, it open more
Then a pour or the legs of a porno star
AR-15, when Unlimited ring
I make that thing go ring like a register, please (Rock)
I used to slang it to the fiends
Now I slang it to your ears when Ali press three
On a Sounwave beat, and I'm the Watts team
It's Jay and Philly Freeze, ain't a damn thing free
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo
Freezer ride North Philly to Watts
I tote MAC milly, silly, with the chilliest watch
Do not try to reach, I pull out and I cock and aim
Then I squeeze, leave your brains on the block with ease
Niggas can't see me, I'm an East-Coast G
Even West Coast motherfuckers feelin' my pain
'Cause I been took Shahada, I'm a Muslim and a rider
And I'm 'bout to make Hajj, these niggas flodgin' to me
These phony motherfuckers still wishin' that they hot
Wish they was down with State Prop, down with Jay Rock
I got a buzz from Philly to the A, cuz
Try to stop it and I hit you with a gauge shot
AK shot, rrat, this is more than rap
We puttin' Philly and Cali on the map, yeah
Niggas bitchin' 'cause we linked up
Now it's cool to put your W's and East Coast up, yeah
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo (Yeah, yeah)
I want money like Scrooge
Hoppin' out the whip, new chain, new shoes
Hottest in the Bay, nigga, turn on the news
Murder in the West, what the fuck I gotta prove?
Unsigned spitter, got 'em watchin' like Fuse
One wrong move, then I light that fuse
Need for introduction when I'm up in your booth
Out for more plaques than it's plaque on your tooth, haha
I'm a beast with the flow
When I'm releasin' the four-four, policin' your dough
Mom yellin' please, no releasin' you, though
I release this speech, you'll be speakin' it slow
So any nigga want confrontation
He can get it, no hesitation
Scar your face, seal presentation
Doctor with the flow, this is Operation
Ayo, yo, hop in the clip and shoot a dome shot
For your clique or whatever it is you stand by
Chronic in the Ziplocs, stacks in the rubber bands
Grass in my right palm, burner in my other hand
We keep it crackin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We keep it poppin', fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
We gettin' money, fasho, oh, fasho, fasho
My niggas run it, fasho, oh, ayo, yo
