Jay Rock | Nothin' Lyrics

• Artist: Jay Rock

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It aint nothin to a boss (mh)
Them fellas you be with, they got you huffin the exhaust (mh)
Wonder how we do it, man, its somethin in the sauce (mh)
Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin on my drawers (mh)
All my brothers dressin like they comin out the closet (mh)
Prolly why we starin at discussion when we flossin (mh)
Quite the contrary, though, we bussin on your bros (mh)
We dont ever cuff em, no, we f*ck em in the car, like some (mh)
(Yeah) Like some other fuckin dawgs (hey)
Thats just how Im livin, it aint nothin we was taught (oh)
Well maybe shit it was, I guess Im gon give it some thought (oh)
I need to cash in the bank until its busting out the vault (mh)
They dont wanna see me ball (uh)
Came up out the city, had em cussin at the walls (mh)
Im just a youngin with some flaws
I got people takin pictures while Im struttin through the mall

What? What?
They aint pasta with the sauce (what?)
Thats why they got robbed, repercussions when they floss (right)
Get your mind right, disconnect from all those orbs (on God)
Friend or foe, you hear me? Thats selection with your heart, boy (yeah)
Yeah, pray we never take another loss (never)
Never had to pay for no protection from the park (never)
Why, you the type thats scared of your reflection in the dark
You got any misconceptions, lets address it from the start, nigga
Baby hopin that I plug (ooh)
If I hit her with it, better act like she in love (ooh)
These niggas in their feelings, bro, I blame it on the drugs
Come to California, get to knuckin if you buck, bruh
(Knuck if you buck, boy)
Diamond Lane, throw it (what?)
Grindin with precision, keep the gang goin up
Gramhys or the Grams, we aint stuntin for no flick shit
But we still do it for the cam, shoutout Dipset (what?)
Stop playin

It aint nothin to a boss (mh)
Them fellas you be with, they got you huffin the exhaust (mh)
Wonder how we do it, man, its somethin in the sauce (mh)
Butterflies in my stomach when she touchin on my drawers (mh)
All my brothers dressin like they comin out the closet (mh)
Prolly why we starin at discussion when we flossin (mh)
Quite the contrary, though, we bussin on your bros (mh)
We dont ever cuff em, no, we f*ck em in the car, like some (mh)
(Yeah) Like some other fuckin dawgs (hey)
Thats just how Im livin, it aint nothin we was taught (oh)
Well maybe shit it was, I guess Im gon give it some thought (oh)
I need to cash in the bank until its busting out the vault (mh)
They dont wanna see me ball (uh)
Came up out the city, had em cussin at the walls (mh)
Im just a youngin with some flaws
I got people takin pictures while Im struttin through the mall

Im bout to heavy bag this shit
Lock a nigga state to state with a bag of bricks, he know
Possible he could get cracked with this
But Im on my midnight train, on my Gladys shit
He thought get it brackin for my establishment
Under full court pressure, fade back and swish
B-roll, keep a redbone stallion for sport
Keep a lawyer on retainer, so Im smilin in court
He will be suprised what a hunnid bill dollarll do
Meet your demise, pillow-talking to community property
If you got all the lottery and you bought all the property
Its a pussy monopoly, you better wake up
Better recognize what time is today
Whole time gotta survive, thats the play
It seems like Im only two bars away
Eastside, five star like Im on GTA, Johnny

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