Watch Yo Lady

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Chh- (slurp)

Bounce, bounce Uh, uh

Bounce, bounce (DJ Dave)

Ha!

Sound like some more dynasty shit

Feel me go

(You are now in tune with your wifey favorite DJ)

Ooh-ooh-ooh

(DJ Ill-Will)

Turn this up

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

I'm a soldier mane, thought I told ya mane

I aim and flame ya, I'm the pro-to-pane Ahh

Niggas sizing me up like I'm buying a tux

So I interrupt, crease 'em, iron 'em up

With the nina, not talking 'bout the two singers

'Cause a leprechaun wouldn't even press his luck

I'm sure to pluck any chicken with a rhythm I could fuck

I tell 'em call me up

Like is it on or what?

Can I cut 'til dawn, or what?

A slut say she want a slice of all of us

Intelligent, say her marble's marvelous

She go down south like black colleges

I'm a psychologist, I tell her I can adjust

Anything in the world that be bothering her

Everywhere I go, guarantee she go

Pussy pop on the low, like a silencer

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that

Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist

Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest

Back to the realest shit

Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Uh, back to the realist shit

Niggas ain't raw, you grillin'

I'ma menage a woman and I—

Barrage be intimate, a massage beginning with

Caress from her tongue, deep throat raw

Lot's of trauma, your baby momma

Brain is crazy—Jeffrey Dahmer

And I'm finna shoot—like a dirty llama

Big truck kicking up dust—conquer

Chocolate seats—Willy Wonka

Passenger—Pretty Woman

Direct a fact—bring your compass

You bringing Carson—you bringing Compton

Y'all bring the nonsense

We bring the real, like Pro Tools, never gross 500 mil

And we out in Brazil, in the green like Blanka

Bonkers—tell 'em Top Dawg is here

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that

Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist

Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest

Back to the realest shit

Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

Yuh—yuh, yuh, yuh

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

I think it's that, give us that gat

Whatever war you bring, just send me to Iraq

I rap like my tongue was sitting on a match

You struck by lightning, frightening, gotta be a Heisman

Trophy, low-key, the one and only

Slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie

Yup, and I'm dope like Opie

Um, so I'm out when the police

Come, like a nut, I'm a nut

For the bucks like a shotgun bust, and I bust

Venom inside the brains of young dames

Like Mr. Dash speaking to his kids on Jay-

Z—We runnin' the game

Y'all slipping like run in the rain

Ya bitches running away from y'all to us

In God we trust, at y'all we bust

[Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that

Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership

Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist

Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest

Back to the realest shit

Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar]

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

(Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce

Better watch yo (Lady)

Yeah

(Boom, boom)

Yeah, uh

(Boom, boom)