Jay Rock - The Takeover lyrics
[Jay Rock - The Takeover lyrics]
Come on, yeah r-O-C-K runnin' this rap shit
Top Dawg, yeah, we runnin' this rap shit
Thirty days
Thirty nights runnin' this rap shit
This the takeover, yeah
I'm runnin' this rap shit
Talk shit, yeah, you might get clapped quick
Man, fuck that, man
Let me stop playin' with these niggas
This the takeover, my nigga, the wait is over
The game's over, gun range in my Range Rover
I ain't sober, a trunk shot'll lean sideways
A local witness said he
Flipped off the highway
Catastrophe, if it ain't, it's blasphemy
Killers that blast for me
Bitches that win pageants
They call me Your Majesty
Walk with my pants saggin', puffin' a blunt
Half these niggas ain't half of me
But fuck that, buck back, lay down
This war you ready?
I'm spoken word from a Malcolm X verb
I'm heavy feel the wrath of a god emcee
Make it rain thirty songs
That's the god in me ain't no guardin' me
This Armageddon for you peasants
I resurrect the rap game
After this rhymin' session
I'm a rhymin' ledger
My Ramas'll break depression
Or poppin' a deadly weapon
Or droppin' the top of rappers and
Droppin' it on the record
Hop in a bubble Lexus
Top Dawg is the future and
You lookin' at the Jetsons
I be lookin' at my weapon like
"You son of a bitch" i squeeze one time
You dump out half of the clip
Now, that's a automatic, faggot
Get your ammo up
It don't jam, yo, my ammo get Rambo touch
Get your candles and camos, and smoke on up
Jump out your sandals as soon
As that van roll up
And "Ow", look what you niggas woke up
A bear with unbearable fight
Get your cranium crushed
Titanium bars to bite, turn
Your teeth into dust, nigga
It's Dennis the Menace, fuck
A doctor, call us, nigga
Don't fuck with you fuck-niggas
Fuck with the family, then
I'm fuckin' you up, nigga
Tell me what's up, nigga, you dig me? yeah
Strictly 'Bout my paper
Throwin' thirties on a scraper
30-06 complimented by the laser
Paralyze you from the waist down
If I graze you, you dig me?
I ride dirty like a bum with lices
That there is priceless
The nicest on these mic devices
Might need both of the mics
To where Christ is
A crisis happens after I writes this
A righteous poem been mergin'
Storms and brightens
The atmosphere with fire, pussy
Gonorrhoea for your vagina, lookee here
Thirty days, thirty nights
Explosives bombin' every hip-hop site
Get ready
Top Dawg, yeah, we runnin' this rap shit
Thirty days
Thirty nights runnin' this rap shit
This the takeover, yeah
I'm runnin' this rap shit
Talk shit, yeah, you might get clapped quick
Man, fuck that, man
Let me stop playin' with these niggas
This the takeover, my nigga, the wait is over
The game's over, gun range in my Range Rover
I ain't sober, a trunk shot'll lean sideways
A local witness said he
Flipped off the highway
Catastrophe, if it ain't, it's blasphemy
Killers that blast for me
Bitches that win pageants
They call me Your Majesty
Walk with my pants saggin', puffin' a blunt
Half these niggas ain't half of me
But fuck that, buck back, lay down
This war you ready?
I'm spoken word from a Malcolm X verb
I'm heavy feel the wrath of a god emcee
Make it rain thirty songs
That's the god in me ain't no guardin' me
This Armageddon for you peasants
I resurrect the rap game
After this rhymin' session
I'm a rhymin' ledger
My Ramas'll break depression
Or poppin' a deadly weapon
Or droppin' the top of rappers and
Droppin' it on the record
Hop in a bubble Lexus
Top Dawg is the future and
You lookin' at the Jetsons
I be lookin' at my weapon like
"You son of a bitch" i squeeze one time
You dump out half of the clip
Now, that's a automatic, faggot
Get your ammo up
It don't jam, yo, my ammo get Rambo touch
Get your candles and camos, and smoke on up
Jump out your sandals as soon
As that van roll up
And "Ow", look what you niggas woke up
A bear with unbearable fight
Get your cranium crushed
Titanium bars to bite, turn
Your teeth into dust, nigga
It's Dennis the Menace, fuck
A doctor, call us, nigga
Don't fuck with you fuck-niggas
Fuck with the family, then
I'm fuckin' you up, nigga
Tell me what's up, nigga, you dig me? yeah
Strictly 'Bout my paper
Throwin' thirties on a scraper
30-06 complimented by the laser
Paralyze you from the waist down
If I graze you, you dig me?
I ride dirty like a bum with lices
That there is priceless
The nicest on these mic devices
Might need both of the mics
To where Christ is
A crisis happens after I writes this
A righteous poem been mergin'
Storms and brightens
The atmosphere with fire, pussy
Gonorrhoea for your vagina, lookee here
Thirty days, thirty nights
Explosives bombin' every hip-hop site
Get ready