Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar - They Be on It lyrics

I keep them big ol' 26s 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, oh, 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 15s 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 that's a two for one


Party at the Weston
Five star suites, bottles everywhere
Wanna fuck a star on the moon?
I could take you there, biatch
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 shooting 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, oh, 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
Screaming out "OMG!"
Oh, I be P-IM-P, 2-P-A-C, that's MOB
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-Neverland
Smoking on Afghanistan
AKA 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
That's 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, oh, whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar, yes, 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, it's a murder
Wipe my fingerprints i thought I told y'all
Used to have them packs
In a black Toyota, Macs by my scrotum
Now it's 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
I'm a Top Dawg, rare breed
Shoutout to Rare Breed
They keep them hogs running
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 eyes rolling 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, oh, 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