Get Throwed

[Skit] You know I'm surgical with this bitch Jake How you want it dawg? Closed Casket? Remember that fool in a wheelchair? How you think he got there? [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] I got my air-conditioning on right now Real cool about it Oil talking please Slick with it [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Wanna know what death feel like I suggest that you stay in the house at night The scope that I got for the long rifle fit pretty damn right Plus my connect got a pretty good price I could take off your neck with just one slice of the blade No, I'm not Wesley Snipes One cut can have her screaming out first aid Been this way ever since first grade Forte demeanour was to get paid Birthday solution was to shoot straight Thirteen I was ready for gunplay Stand on the block taking pay I get four shots like a freak oh he know Not to fuck with K-D-O-T Oh, I forgot Never come around here without a Glock You want beef with your boy Nigga I put heat on your boy Leave him tied up on the back seat With your boy duct taped won't let out noise Oh yes we got them toys Oh yes we got them choppas LAPD they can't stop us Rockets shoot down helicopters In the kitchen (in the kitchen) Betty Crocker (betty crocker) Got kick (got kick) You hate (you hate) You wait (you wait) One sec (one sec) I'll be back we then gon' west No vest, I'ma aim at your face Unless you can stop them I'm so throwed Oh yes people there is a problem I say [Hook: Z-Ro (kendrick lamar)] (Know what I'm talking bout? I can feel that lane Sometimes I just lay back and let them look at me I'm so [?] too You see they be loving the oil talk Its real slick for them I keep the air conditioning on Cool, cool, cool) [Verse 2: Emjae] Pop shots yeah we kill niggas On the real nigga Run when I flex the steel Coming with a [?] to grill niggas Save on the ounce but don't know the price But I know one time ain't bust late night Trying to set me up so I gotta think twice Ain't no fucking with it I'ma let em plague mic I keep a nine for you dummies then I split your brain I'm going to your safe, take your cash, cocaine All your weed in your range cause you're going platinum chains And when I leave I [?] your white carpet got a stain Watch as my city get gritty Fuck pity, we gon' do you niggas shitty Domino effect when we spray them with the semi Big k-holes in your dodge you can hear me Front to back Stack for stack Nigga go clip for clip Either gat for gat (braaap) Wise niggas better check my stacks We let the match ratatat And all the heads we crack Stacked, lots of cheese Tryna cop the gs [?] mac sale when we pop the fees Cop the keys To the boss got rocks to feed Roster fees Cause ain't nobody stopping me I got a flow so cold Style so bold A nigga run up, I leave his face all swole Hit him with the 8 better yet with the 4 And I don't feel bad he put himself in the hole West coast in motion Promoting another episode Down south them niggas get [?] whilst we be getting [?]