Top Dawg Ent.

[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)