Keep They Heads Ringin’

Lyrics

[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 fucking 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, motherfucker, 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 shit start to change, bruh Back then bitches didn't call much Now I get numbers and pussy 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, nigga, I'm a bossman All in the hood like Long Daddies and Tall Kims If you talkin' shit, got room for a coffin A three-piece suit your size will stop crockin' Look, I carry heat, hope I never have to kill a nigga Where I'm from, shit, 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] Nigga was ashy, tacky, but now a nigga 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 killer, born on One Eighty-Seven Throw me a bad bitch, 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 bitch on a trip to get the pounds in T.J Back across the border with the yey' in a suitcase Nigga try to rob, turn his head to a souffle Chocolate Impala, interior smoke gray Let that ass drop like Tricks on Lisa Ray Fuck 'em with my players when I'm up in the club Because they 'bout pullin' bitches, them haters make you pull triggers I'm 'bout money, you 'bout that, I'll fuck 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]