lirik lagu jay rock - keep they heads ringin'
[intro: dj dave & kendrick lamar]
back, back, (haha) watt’s finest, jay rock
didn’t we tell ‘em the first time?
dj dave, also k~dot
“watts’ finest, volume two”, that’s what we do
and you know me, k~dot, but, listen, this is jay rock
you are now f~cking with top dawg entertainment
[verse 1: jay rock]
pistol in my pocket, flag on the other side
project baby, i’m living a gutter life
top dawg entertainment, motherf~cker, we on the rise
k~dot, god givin’ you others the prototype
ball like a quarter sack when i spit up on the track
give a fiend a sample, it’s fire, they comin’ back
like good crack: you cookin’ bad, you lose a stack
never givin’ the game up, steppin’ my game up
i grinds for paper, tell you how i came up
spit a verse for dude and sh~t start to change, bruh
back then b~tches didn’t call much
now i get numbers and p~ssy in one offer
the rims got they coochie drippin’ like faucets
hit ‘em with the mule now they ass walkin’ awkward
jay rock’s the name but, n~gga, i’m a bossman
all in the hood like long daddies and tall kims
if you talkin’ sh~t, got room for a coffin
a three~piece suit your size will stop crockin’
look, i carry heat, hope i never have to k!ll a n~gga
where i’m from, sh~t, went out with tommy hilfiger
i roll swishers, gettin’ loaded off hard liquor
plus my screws is loose, need more than a phillip
natural~born hustler, i stack another bill up
i’m not trippin’ off the subpeona, i’m goin’ for the million
[chorus: the sequence and (jay rock)]
ring, ding, dong (yuh)
ring~a~ding, ding (top dawg keep they heads ringin’) ding, dong
ring, ding, dong (yuh)
ring~a~ding ding ding dong (jay rock keep they heads ringin’)
[verse 2: jay rock]
n~gga was ashy, tacky, but now a n~gga flashy
i ain’t sayin’ that i’m classy by the new swag
be my first run, heavy on the track
like an athlete, stick to my turf like a pair of cleats
got kush, get you high up to the heavens
got that k!ller, born on one eighty~seven
throw me a bad b~tch, i know how to handle her
hammer her, give her a face shot like a camera
got a lot of guns, might throw ‘em on e~bay
send my b~tch on a trip to get the pounds in t.j
back across the border with the yey’ in a suitcase
n~gga try to rob, turn his head to a souffle
chocolate impala, interior smoke gray
let that ass drop like tricks on lisa ray
f~ck ‘em with my players when i’m up in the club
because they ‘bout pullin’ b~tches, them haters make you pull triggers
i’m ‘bout money, you ‘bout that, i’ll f~ck with ya
tryna get richer, the end’s gettin’ nearer
it’s creepin’, no sleepin’
got to keep your eyes open
rock not preachin’ but i’mma keep they heads ringin’
[chorus: the sequence and (jay rock)]
ring, ding, dong (yuh)
ring~a~ding, ding (top dawg keep they heads ringin’) ding, dong
ring, ding, dong (yuh)
ring~a~ding ding ding dong (jay rock keep they heads ringin’)
[end skit]
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