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No Joke (feat. Ab Soul)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ab-Soul
Ab-Soul
Vocals
Jay Rock
Jay Rock
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Stevens
Herbert Stevens
Songwriter
Johnny McKinzie
Johnny McKinzie
Songwriter
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Songwriter
Willie B
Willie B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer
Vic Wainstein
Vic Wainstein
Engineer
Willie B
Willie B
Producer

Lyrics

Starts rotting fertilizer neighborhoods with butter, butter Black steel, no mass, no tags, gutter, gutter Look up in the skies no stars, helicopters over Grab my strap, kiss my mother, bust back duck for cover Hit the bound straight hangar, main line speak your mind Where you're from, take your time, bust a nigga, no response Rest a hater, respirator,No response, green light, go time We're all block, I know mine so you know One time snitch nigga, bitch nigga, real up with a seven cause that's all I can get nigga Small town hustler, me I'm just a governor on my city fuck with me juggle shots to your jugular Projects hold me down, A1 customers, A1 army guns, A1 predators, pigs yelling 'man down' Got the lost scared of us. Nigga we ain't scared of nothing, break it down show me something I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane) Ab-Soul: Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah) Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke) Back to my bullshit, back on the block with it Get it off me I'll flip it, getting off the car flipping Mono bitch think I'm tripping, oh no, no dope, w oh no, 30 bucks mo-mo What the fuck you thought this was? All i know is doing me Flying spur, doing three, got a lane blowing trees Homie what you're smoking on? I can get it dirty, I can get it for the low, hard rock of pure blow I could show you how to whip it, birdies getting off the show Serving quail in the kitchen, remedy for the meal tickets Dope gang real wicked, some deals go sour, real niggas locked up Snitched on by known cowards, OG told me that's life Murders keep me stressed tonight, my daughter keep me level headed Reason why I sacrifice, story of a real nigga, this is how I feel nigga Come between my peace and mind, get your ass killed nigga I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane) Ab-Soul: Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah) Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke) My mamma tell me dress softly, gotta keep the feds off Gotta keep the guns on me, I know the motherfuckers want me Know I gotta hold it down, know I gotta run my town No tomorrows, never promise, know I gotta get it now Know I got a job to finish, know I need to start to grow Know I need Lord's forgiveness, know I've been through obstacles Know I gotta shit on nigga, know I gotta do my thang Knowing that I'm knee deep, know the drama that it brings Know I can't trust these hoes, know I can't chase these bitches Know I gotta chase this bread, know I gotta push these pencils Know I gotta push these drugs, know I gotta paint these pictures Know I gotta give it up, know you better mind your business Know I gotta stay solid, know I can fall for nothing Know I know hard times, know I gotta stay humble Know I gotta keep it gangster, know you gotta come and get me Know I gotta keep it pushing, know you can't fuck with me I don't wanna have to hit you with this phone(?) mane, burn your whole block down like propane Over that cocaine, trying to get more change (If you ain't know now know mane) Ab-Soul: Slang, game, green, rain, sleet, hail, snow (yeah) Finna take another trip to the liquor store The fiends when they smoke and you can get smoked cause (These streets ain't no mutha fuckin' joke)
Writer(s): Johnny Mckinzie, William Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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