Elbows

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this (hold up) [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom Now I'm on top, pocket full of guacamole in it, no lie The windows on the Continental tinted Cocaine colored, it's a dope ride Them dope boys outside Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack If you want it we got it, that's where them goods at Nickerson Gardens, project parties Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi Guns, enemies that come through, spark them Throw 'em in a dumpster; you loved one, you lost him I don't dance I just boogie a lot No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot White tee under that back against the wall West coast rocking to the beat, now I'm telling y'all [Chorus: Jay Rock] Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this (homie) Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Look, I know some bad ass bitches that go hard on it Addicted to that sex, they be traveling in packs They be off that X, and they'll let you fuck fast if you got some cess I ain't gon lie about it I ain't bullshitting, come to my block boy Welcome to Hell's kitchen, we bring that heat to you Too much of a real nigga not to see through you Wet him like faucet, bullet sink through you They speed through you, they eat through you Two lullaby burners, let 'em sing to you The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears You got to love it (nah) you got to hate it I got to be my hometown favourite Watts representer, say hello to your mayor Everybody put them Ws in the air May I show you the plan I lay out My disc will never play out, I tell y'all to [Chorus: Jay Rock] Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this (homie) Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it) [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Swing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes Kush blunts all in the air, I smell lows Compton swap meets to freaks on Melrose This is California, killers on them corners From Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood Back down, them gangsters will be on you Block hot as a sauna, uh We in the club, zonin', Patronin' My knuckleheads roamin', they on and we on it It's jerkin', poppin', brackin', whatever you want to call it What's happenin', we smashin', crashin' your hood My nigga what's good? Staying sucker-free, just as well as you should I pull up in that motherfuckin' big-ass truck What the fuck? I'm on Where your bitch? She gone with a real nigga I hop up out that ho asking how you feel nigga I press blood; throw your sets up! [Chorus: Jay Rock] Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this (homie) Poke your elbows out and swing like this Poke your elbows out and swing like this [Post-Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] Whatever you want to call it For the weed heads or for the alcoholics Now this can be some OG low-rider music Or you could twist your fingers up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it)