Follow Me Home

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] Pop [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Walking through Watts Where the streets painted with gangsters and crooked cops Benjamin Franks, same case and crack cocks That's all we know Make it up out the hood, that's all we hope Smoking cookie backwards, got TV's in it Sell they soul, just to get the cocaine feeling Don't get caught slipping, humping them projects Wrong turn, wrong color will get you top decked YG's, they'll do anything for stripes Hard headed, don't even take OG's advice Hood rats bitches do anything for ice Set you up, good pussy will take your life And why do the police scared to roll through the niggas in gardens Even they ass stay with the target Crack spots, moving out the unit apartment My neighborhood trife, you couldn't walk a day in my life So yeah [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home? Yeah, yeah, yeah, south paws, we out here, and Pharrell here Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe That's something that I know, Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Jay Rock] And I'm stocked like .40 tucked in my drawers Over the stove, catch me whipping a ton of tar Chopping it down, smoke is on foot, in and out The choppers is popped, niggas will kill you over an ounce, it's real Can't squeal, welcome to Iraq, city rats Roaches on the corners of cul de sacs Click, clack (Pow), officers down LA PD on tv with bullet holes Don't tell him where bullets go Send him to Martin Luther, pull him from the shooters Stay home on your computer We ain't internet banging, nigga we really hating Out here, all my life I gave blood sweat and tears In these streets, don't show no signs of fear Niggas eat you alive, put holes in your ride Snatch up your kids when you see 'em sitting outside Watch by survivor, I'm grateful that I'm alive Streets [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock] I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home? Yeah, yeah, yeah, when the sun falls, we out here, and Pharrell here Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe That's something that I know, Yeah, yeah, yeah