G & Jay Thang

[Intro: Jay Rock] G, just go in on these niggas [Verse 1: Glasses Malone & Jay Rock] Skip one through the six, this 7th Street Jay Rock goin' hard for the letter B Eastside, on the gang If this rap don't sell, I'm back to robbin' thangs Rob and bang at anything if we don't get along (We don't get along) Homie, fuck your hood, you niggas hear the song (You hear it) I know you fear Malone, your ho feel Malone (Haha) All in them guts when at the crib alone I just give her bone I ain't gotta lie 'cause I'm a gutter guy I don't save 'em, give 'em dick and guidelines The Watts all-stars, you on the sideline You benchwarmer, get you a set of pom-poms Shout out to Tommy Tom, my nigga Two T's Dippin' hoopties and coupes, now watch the roof leave We in the zone, Rock, what this, a two-three? Naw, this a triangle, bet we get a few rings New bling, new whips, new cribs New bitch, new SIG, new clips That's how we do shit, brand-new shit We don't do five, this a new six (Hah) We on the block with sweepers, not broomsticks Nothin' less than five'll get you dudes hit [Chorus: Jay Rock] It's like this and like that and like this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this and like that and like this and a— G, creep to the mic like a phantom [Verse 2: Glasses Malone] Fuck creepin' to the mic, pull my TEC out And creep up on a nigga Benz, tell him step out See his wrist game sick? What his neck 'bout? (What it's 'bout?) Nigga tryna have heart, but was chest out (Boom) I got the best clout, I am rap's realest (Tell 'em) If a red rag trip, have a Blood kill you (Tell 'em) If a Crip get silly, can't pay a visit (Tell 'em) This is more than rap music, every day, I live it (We live it) You niggas walkin' gimmicks, tryna be me (Tryna be G) I got zebra stripes, the rider be G That's on CG, I rep the turf hard Hard as surfboards, you soft as Nerf balls (Hah) [Chorus: Glasses Malone] It's like this and like that and like this and a— It's like that and like this and like that and a— It's like this and we ain't got no love for hoes So just chill, this the next episode [Verse 3: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar] Fallin' back on that ass, gun in the stash, kush in the blunt 105 eastbound and I'm punchin' the gas Catch me on the H with DT liftin' them weights Four sets of ten, bench pressin' four plates Bitches keep my dick in they mouth like Colgate Strapped up 'cause they wishin' they blood would flow late Jay Rock, G Malone, bitch niggas, they gon' hate Catch 'em in the flesh, they give us that stale face, pussy Out for more money, out for more power More guns, less cowards Watts City don, blowin' on bomb, K. Dot, where you from? (City of Compton) [Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar] That's where it takes place, catastrophic K. Dot Quick to lay a motherfucker down (Pow-pow-pow) Droppin' that funky shit make a nigga hold his nose with a bear trap Your girl mooned me, then I fed her to the wolfpack Straight mack, got a cold cap like a forty and thought Nigga, a bitch only drink through a straw Guzzle it down, no homo You get killed for free promo This Polaroid make a pro club logo (Yo) [Verse 5: Glasses Malone] I'm in that low-low, a brand-new Benz four-door Picture me rollin', means take a photo (Uh) You pinche joto (Suck), you niggas so-so If Rock's Watts' finest, then I'm the fuckin' logo (Yeah) Whole city know the B-I Respect for Lil Wayne, Jay-Z, and T.I. (Damn) Spendin' trap money since Nelly made "E.I." And talkin' G shit 'til I'm cypherin' with BI [Outro: Glasses Malone] G thang Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baby G motherfuckin' Malone, Jay Rock, haha Let's go Ayy, yo, hold on, hold on, mute that, turn it off, let me talk to this nigga, man Ayy, Glasses, man, you gotta do that verse again, man, that shit ain't bangin' like the first one You gotta go in Goddamn, Street, yo I'm lookin' at this MySpace, man Who is these bitches, big dog? I'm lookin' at this one message, and the one ho done hit you about fifteen times And I done sent her about fifteen messages too, tellin' her Good dick come to hoes who wait