Goin' Down

[Intro]

K. Dot, got this fiend saying, Baby

Man we got that got shit over there

Watts finest, and the Hub City's threat, lets go

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]

On the table, I'm chopping rocks

My price is right, you could come on

Nigga, dimes n dubs

Just bring me your bucks

I'll hook you up with weed, dope or angel dust

My burner talk I'm goin'

To the block where the holdin' them

This place is popping 'till she put the chickens in the kitchen

Can't  sell dope forever, but I gotta make a living

Running your mouth it's goin'

Sold your soul, gotta get shot

Yeah, yeah the code of the streets

Never talk to police

Don't even talk dog

Forever hold your peace

Feds at ya door, it's goin'

Kicked in your door, get on the floor, get

They found all of your dope, now you gotta go

To the federal penitentiary dog, for ten or more

In the hood it's goin'

Rock's settin up shop is goin'

I got that ghetto white

Customers light your pipes

Come to the back door

I got what you like

I you know where it's at come

Rock and K. Dot will hold you (down), Tell 'em Dot

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar and (Jay Rock)]

If you want us come see us

Backdoor procedures

We got what you need

As our profit increases

Walking from Centennial, going home like

Straight down Central, got banged on

I ain't even have the pistol

If death was the issue

This shit, I guess it will be a sad song

So I'm thinking to myself like down

They bust a u-turn, so I know I'm goin'

I ain't no bitch or nothing

But if they just start jumping

I got no heat, so fuck it, I'ma start running

Before them shots come flying

Call my nigga Ralo like

Hold a nigga (down)

He ain't had no minutes

So a nigga just hopping fences

But if I do get popped, I hope he'll be a witness

But luckily he turned around

I got home like safe and sound

Now I'm back to the block

Where my uncle was [?] dishing off the rock

Stay ducking them cops

Cause you know they will lock a nigga

For them small grams, or them pounds

But they won't stop my profit

Or get in my pockets

(Even if it means a nigga gotta) sell narcotics

(We gonna hold shit)

(Open up shop across) town

Cause we gonna get this cream

No matter how hard it seems

We gonna do it together see were a team

(Rock)