say wassup
Jay-Rock Lyrics

They know I put it down, now they wanna say wassup
People recognize my talent and now they want to acknowledge me

When you see me in your town say wassup
When you see me in your city, greet me

Roll around say wassup
Drive around and acknowledge me

Even ones who wear the crown say wassup
Even the most successful people acknowledge my talent

That’s wassup
That is great

Break it down, that’s wassup
Explain it in detail, that's great

Blow a pound, that’s wassup
Smoke weed together, that's great

And my tail light broke like a promise, homie
My car's tail light is broken, representing how promises can be broken

This the realest shit I wrote, on my mama, homie
This is the most authentic song I’ve ever made

My teachers used to call my mama on me
My teachers used to call my mom to report me for bad behavior

Now I'm a rapstar and I could fuck my mama’s homies
Now that I'm famous, my mom's friends would be willing to have sex with me

Me and ScHoolboy hit the liquor store
My friend Schoolboy and I went to buy alcohol

Chocolate swisha burn slow, how sweet?
Smoking a cigar wrapped in chocolate-flavored paper that burns slowly, how nice is that?

Who got the dro? Who tryna chief?
Who has weed? Who wants to smoke?

Im ghetto, my kool aid need mo suga
I come from the ghetto, my Kool-Aid needs more sugar

Five star suite, you ain't know, suga? (you ain't know bitch?)
I'm staying in a luxury hotel suite, don't you know that?

I’m chillin' bumpin' Anita Baker
I'm relaxing and listening to music by Anita Baker

Caked up, they wonder why I don’t need a baker
I'm rich and people wonder why I don't need a pastry chef

But really though I just need a hater
I just need someone to hate on me so that I can prove them wrong

So I ask em for their number when I see a hater
I ask haters for their phone numbers to confront them later

Ask Obama if I don’t know about presidents
Ask Barack Obama if I'm ignorant about presidents

Keep them dead motherfuckers restin' in my money clip
I keep pictures of dead presidents (money) in my wallet

Look up in the mirror and my gangsta told me what it do?
I look in the mirror and my inner gangster asks me what's up

Got a bitch to twist a blunt and pop a nigga collar too
I have a girl roll a joint for me and also fix my popped-up collar

Who that nigga standin over there? That’s that nigga Q, what it do?
Who is that guy over there? That's Q, what's up with him?

That's wassup, Bang this in your Tonka truck
That's great, play this song in your Tonka truck

Everybody rockin' chucks and pistol packin', that’s a must
Everyone is wearing Chuck Taylor shoes and carrying guns, it's a necessity

Saggin and my ass showin'
My pants are sagging and my butt is hanging out

Mami and the cops knowin' all I wanna do is smoke a blunt
Even the police know that all I want to do is smoke weed

And that nigga looked back at me and said 'Boy, you certified.'
The inner gangster gave me a nod of approval

Took my '87 regal, put it in a chop shop
I took my 1987 Buick Regal to a chop shop to be customized

Gotta sawed off, I'mma hop out, let it all off
I have a sawed-off shotgun and I'll jump out of the car and shoot it

We situated, we hit the pavement so hard we all got ground to play with
We are successful and have no problems

A challenger is like, last year calendars, Yup, you're all outdated
A challenger is like a calendar from the previous year - irrelevant and outdated

We all amazing, you all can hate it, you can live or die that’s your ultimatum
We're all amazing, if you don't like it, that's your problem and you can choose to live or die

Married to the game at the alter wasted
I'm devoted to the music industry, even if I'm high while performing

A pound of white rice on the tribe of Asians
I'm sharing lots of money with my Asian friends

Niggas they'll ride for me, bitches they desire me
My male friends will protect me, women want to be with me

And what's the one thing they hate most? Sayin' bye to me!
The one thing people hate is leaving me