TDE Roll Call

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] West Coast tsunami, come jump inside of the wave pool Fresh out the county with beepers over their ankles Bitches and bugs, their earlobes flooded with Bengals .38 slug, passenger seat, let it bang you I was born the same year you was rocking a Kangol Twenty years later, my style favor a kangaroo Jumping off the ground I’m tapping the star spangle Banner with manners over ignorant lost angels Cameras flash, nappy hippy from every angle Hammers will blast, snap and hit you from every angle Like a porno, no homo, you wear rainbow I'm with a bad chick that suck on my mandingo You’re making up publicity stunts to make your name blow I’m dropping C4 every month to make my name blow Drive a hoopty every month like it's a Range Rove' Get in on the passenger side because the door broke Take you on a natural high, this is for sure dope Watch you OD outside, then give you more dope I’m gon’ flood the streets outside, go buy a raincoat Open the door, my tapes fall out your Durango West Coast ‘till I’m gone and wearing the halo ‘Til then I'm ready for war, let’s play Halo Take down a fifth of Hennessy and watch the day go Bye like farewell, can somebody just pray for Me like holiest priest on God’s payroll Tabernacle to all the churches' chickens I ate on It’s K.Dot, you motherfuckers, motherfucker, mother, blucka blucka, bring a ruckus Better duck 'em, make you suffer quick, suck a dick [Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q] Look, coming from gangbangers and palm trees Eating on polly seed and bomb weed In Wallabees, better yet, my Wallacees Throwing up the set while I'm chilling in the summer breeze, huh You niggas really want the gun to squeeze? And I’m shooting for nothing Backseat with the window down, ready for ducking I ain't riding shotgun ‘less I got a shotgun Fuck around and pop one, leave your fucking top done Like a body shop or a mardi gras Bad little bitch keep the gat in her party bra Ready to shoot, you know I recruit Give me the loot like Big Poppa, who shot ya? Noodle niggas over cheese make pasta Top Dawg sit at the table, we all mobsters Never passed english and grammar still proper [Verse 3: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar] My niggas, we all gotcha My niggas is all shottas And niggas ain't nothing but bitches, they all gossip My words come hard as a bishop in tranquilize ya And murder goes hand and hand like sanitizers, I been a problem, shootout to Problem [Verse 4: Jay Rock] My gun blow Then I get low Like a stripper, my nigga, no homo Take a puff of the swisher, then get ghost I do this shit for my niggas that’s locking up in them prisons that can't get out of them systems, there's no hope So my mentality gotta be cut throat Everytime that I spit it, I pole vault Jay Rock for president, go vote Put them in a state of shock like a million votes I go big before I would go broke I got bundles of snow so come snope Big bottles of Henny, who wanna toast? Big bags of green, who wanna smoke? It’s on me, dawg I do it for the coast Watts city, my city ‘till I'm gone I'mma make it, I can feel it in my bones [Verse 5: Ab-Soul] Yeah, I came with the same precision as Pablo Your visions is at most whipping diablos City on my shoulders like a poncho And I treat the booth like El Baño, ha Get a whiff of that And when it’s show time, I take you to the Cinemax Los Angeles on the fitted cap Committed like Richard Pryor to getting stacks Yo, Punch, they think that history’s a joke Read up on how they brought Woodstock to watch for black folks California soul You say the west ain't unified like the LA school district, you must've missed it Riding 'round my old junior high, high, reminiscing How I have the same goals I have now But I never thought for a second I needed Snoop and Dre to help me out No debit, give me all of the credit, Soul