Los Awesome Lyrics - Jay Rock

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you 

Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you 

Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg 

Forced by my third leg 

Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips, backyard full of Crips 

Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit 

It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks 

Get NUT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique 

Yup, I'm looking for a scrap 

See, my cripping done spread around the world 

Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reaper 

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Looking like the reaper in your driveway 

Strays through your living room 

Liable to drive-by on a summer day 

July 4th will be in June 

Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum 

The sound of the drum, the sound that crips and bloods know 

Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum 

The sound that the drums seen 

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you 

Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you 

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Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen 

Shells through a nigga (bariiing-riing-riiing) 

Stop a dream in its tracks beam down 

Little boy now, dream little boy, dream 

Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body 

A$AP.Rocky, want it I could get it 

Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget 

Diamond on my rollie teach a nigga how to fridge it 

Looking at the time, been winning for a minute 

See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem? 

Seen the souls long gone before I got them 

He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper 

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you 

Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you 

Chilling cool-cool with you 

Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you 

Tell me more about it in the gutter 

Where it started with the cripping 

Blue on campus know it happened 

Tell me more about it in the gutter 

Where it started with the cripping 

Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo!) 

I'm just an Eastside nigga 

Where them niggas say "Show you what it be like, nigga" 

Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga 

Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga 

Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty winds 

Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins 

Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good 

Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? 

We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers 

Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar 

Seen the souls long gone before I got them 

He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper 

(His & Her Friend Interlude)