Top Dawg Ent.

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Tonight's the night I jump on my shh... uh huh? Lyrical mayhem, rappers get laid down when I kick Saliva K rounds, a transformer how I break down Nouns and verbs, you just stumble over your words So in love with my shit they save it in pampers The only pull ups be the drive by when I pull up then pull out Whatever you did shout I put up Then take the residuals after leaving your body in critical [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Fuck 'em all though, more drive than a car show Four five in the console, call me Soul Eastwood Lyrical gun slanging' and a corral full of wild niggas PC shut down niggas, it's P.E. I run around niggas You shawn pope you just sound bigger You bad boys bite the brick like snitches bite bullets No diss to Diddy, that's just how I like to put it [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Living' life crooked like a neck muscle after you pull it 187, look at the footage Like O-Dawg, and oh you owe, dog? Either pay up Or have your daughter makin' that ransom phone call Player, I don't tolerate niggas who fabricate stories Who says you did what (what?) I'm sounding like Noreaga for the paper One leg to erase ya, kinda ironic [Verse 4: BO] Calling the shots like Chick Hearn in intern Your chick hair fall in my crotch, follow me pop Spit champagne, they should bottle me up We on the edge like when my barber be lining me up Never pledge allegiance, my mom must've done bred a demon My pop must've done shot bullets instead a semen I led a legion of doom cramped up in the womb And started teething the day I heard a beat, let's eat [Chorus] Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And it's 187 on a muthafuckin' beat Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And it's 187 on a muthafuckin' beat Yeah, Top Dawg E-N-T And it's 187 on a muthafuckin' beat [Verse 5: Jay Rock] Yeah, Jay Rock, Watts ambassador Big truck, paint color Almond Joy Black choppers seem like the commodores Get money, fuck bitches, do it like a chore That's the routine, 24 hours More money, more power, fuck problems Pop my collar, hit clubs and pop bottles For the dollars I'm Master P, 'Bout It, 'Bout It [Verse 6: BO] Take a look at my wrist Now look at my [?] It feels like I have a fuckin' toolbox on You niggas ain't hot, you niggas lukewarm And I had swag ever since I was born And every car I drive, yes it must be foreign So when I ride by your bitch yelling popcorn I get up under your skin, yes I'm a fuckin' thorn And they have a stash spot and you just been warned, bitch [Verse 7: Jay Rock] Game said it first, I'm the next out the west Want a test? Knock your spirit up out your flesh Who's the best rapper, I'm his favorite rapper Too Fresh like a nigga still in the wrapper I'm the shit like a nigga still in a pamper Hit a booth, kill a track then we light candles 187 every time I spit a scripture Jay Rock, Watt City, I'm the perfect picture [Verse 8: Ab-Soul] You ain't gotta worry about who's hotter I been poppin' collars Been making it rain in the club, I been about my dollars I see no colors, my nigga yes, I'm colorblind So when you hit me up, all you gon' see is fuckin' dollar signs Got my motivation, my nigga stay on the grind Even if it's back on the block pushing nickels and dimes Addicted to crime, I fuck with known felons Top Dawg E-N-T, that's what they yelling, nigga (easy)