"Troopers" lyrics - JAY ROCK

JAY ROCK
"Troopers"

Cardo got wings...

[Chorus:]
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers

[Bridge:]
If that's your real nigga, he gon' slide for you
If that's your real nigga, he gon' die for you
You ain't gotta question when it's brackin'
Just point me in the direction when it's action

Day ones in the sandbox, from breakin' through the padlocks
To burners in the stashbox, your whole hood mascots
My whole hood mad Watts, that's gang, gang, gang
We politic, on missions, don't hang, hang, hang
We got bad bitches, too huh, and they blast bitches, too huh
And they shoot the fair one, too huh, we can take it there, too huh
Niggas win some and lose some, just went half on the new drum
Summer time is over, too huh, double back when the news come

[Chorus:]
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers

Back door, back though, eastside, we go back door
What you wanna act for, you get what you ask for
Ballin' in the game now, eastside, we go back door
Nothing is the same now, motherfuck the task force
Came up and I win back, changed up, never did that
If it's take off, yeah I did that, blew a half a mil, yeah I did that
On play girl, is you with that? Ten toes on the pavement
Sell your soul and the days end, shacked up like a cavemen

[Bridge:]
Troopers on deck, secure the bag, we plant the flags
So what we on next? What we on next?
Rock bottom, from the NG, hand guns on tenth speed
R.I.P. to my dead homies, loyalty is all we need, yeah

[Chorus:]
There's work on the phone
Tell my mama that I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
I said there's work on the phone
Somebody tell my mama I may not make it home
Me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers
Hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch, me and my troopers