Jay Rock – They Be On It lyrics

I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
And the bitches they be on it
I keep them big ol' 26's on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh

I pull up on them hoes
Roll my windows down
Let my music out
Four 15's shake the ground
Smoking on that medical
Sipping on some medicine
Top dawg letterman
She wanna ride I let her in
She sexy than a motherfucker
Plus she brought her best friend
I guess thats a two for one party at the West end
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon, I could take you there, bitch
I got a swagger of Mick Jagger
If you want her, you can have her
I done had her, we done had her
They be shootin at my ladder
Cause I’m standing on a pedestal
She gon' give me good head
Just cause I’m ahead of you
Jay Rock flyer than Hancock no shit
I’m a king, fuck a prince
I don’t know no Will Smith
I don’t owe you niggas shit
I’m a self-made nigga
Ain’t that’s why your bitch let me fuck on her for days nigga!

I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh

Catch me in that fast lane, burners like I’m Max Payne
Married to that money bitch, women want my last name
They be on my bumper mayne, screamin out OMG! O I B PIMP
2 P-A-C thats M.O.B, him or me? you choose
I ain’t gotta do too much, I just lay back smoke my weed and turn my bottle up
Candy paint, leather guts, slide through like an avalanche
We don’t ride no Avalanche, so high I might never land
Trips to Never-Never land, smoking on Afghanistan
A.K.A that kush nigga, I’m on Heaven’s roof nigga
Big dawg I go WOOF nigga, don’t make me let my goons loose
Choppers make you shit your pants, thought you drunk some prune juice
Swear that I’m immune to, stuntin hard, gettin paper, owning land, buyin acres
Thats the reason why they hate us, I don’t give a fuck
Middle finger out the window, Beamer, Benz or Bentley, Ferrari, sorry we Enzo

I keep them big ol' 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh

187 I’m killin em' when I’m whipping it
Touch a corner its a murder whipe my fingerprints
I thought I told y'all, used to have them packs
In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum
Now its matchbox hot wheels when I roll up
Always online stay connected like a modem
He tryna' snap a picture, she bout' to snap her neck
A real Blood pull up in a cherry cherry X
400 Horses, hollywood park it
Chevy kinda awkward interior green and coffee
I shake them haters off me, as if I had fleas
Im’a Top Dawg, rare breed, shoutout to Rare Breed
They keep them hogs runnin, and my garage is like the show I keep them cars comin'
You hear my name hummin' in the streets, buzz big
Got ya bitch eye's rollin like my rims is!

I keep them big ol 26’s on deck
Stock 'lac gotta fresh paint pussy juice wet
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches they be on it
Oh man, they be so on it, oh