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top dawg entertainment - intro lyrics

[intro: dj ill will, dave free & (jay rock)]
it’s your wifey’s favorite dj, dj ill will (jay rock, watts finest)
dj dave, what’s good baby? (top dawg entertainment)
top dawg e.n.t., the mixtape (it’s ’08 baby)
let’s get it popping
yeah, it’s your boy, dj dave (they ain’t f+cking with rock)
i’m in the building, top dawg entertainment

[verse: jay rock]
jay rock, number rocker, watts city shotta
east side, baby, you can’t stop us
flawless, hit clubs, shake ’em like maraccas
hotel nights, them hoes screaming like an opera
hood n+gga, so i’m never taking no shorts
you either pay me what you owe me or i’m aiming for throat
when a 30+i+6 got a beam and a scope
hit you from 100 yards, knock your frame on the floor, woah
i’m so high, smoking on classified
stay fly, and sh+t, you ain’t nеver soft
the problem is, thеy must think a n+gga soft
until i c+ck back hammers and knock them n+ggas off
that’s right, ain’t no more fair ones
you sleep a n+gga, then he coming back with heaters, better carry one
b+tch n+gga, snitch n+ggas, all die slow
look, my day one n+ggas, imma ride for
yeah, my momma and my seed, imma die for
sh+t, i gotta keep it g until i go
flamed up, head to toe, call me diablo
in a red lammy, purple feely got my eyes low
i’m never slipping, riding with that 44
through the gutter, duck and dodging them popos
behind black tint, sitting on them low pos
n+ggas keep talking bout the boy, free pomo
i ain’t with the games, don’t let them n+ggas gas you up
i got n+ggas that’ll blast you up
if you ain’t giving a f+ck, then i ain’t giving a f+ck
remember, it’s just business, i’m all for the bucks
take a sip of the henny, while i’m twisting the dutch
money over them hoes, i’m never loving a sl+t
taking over the game, to the top is a must
if i flop in this sh+t, then i’m back to rocking it up
one day at a time, on my primitive rhyme
knocking your ass out if you disrespecting my mind
f+ck around, lose your fingers, lay your hands on mines
in your hood, in your house, i don’t waste no time
got goons with me, dawg, all they do is ride
they ain’t got a 9+5, they only live off crime
i ain’t gotta do sh+t, all i do is rhyme
just put a word out and watch you drop like flies
i paid my dues, i don’t owe you sh+t
you don’t like jay rock? then you can suck my d+ck
yeah, these n+ggas say they gangsters, but i don’t believe it
only time i flash hammers, when it’s time for the squeezing, man
you know i represent the colour i’m bleeding
blood in, blood out, till the day that i’m leaving
hold it down for my set, ain’t no b+tch in me neither
n+ggas act cold till they ass get hit with them heaters
yeah, these clowns act hard, run they mouth like divas
got b+tches on my wood, steady chewing like beavers, haha
west side, best side, no doubt about it
deep in them projects, where my n+ggas wyling
ain’t sh+t pretty, that’s why we never smiling
we ain’t never had sh+t, that’s why we steady robbing
sn+tching chains, sn+tching watches and we sn+tching wallets
hit the club and we rock the sh+t, like we bought it
through them city streets, dawg, we steady mobbing
k!lla cali, get your scr+p, we ain’t never squabbing
war time, war time, bodies steady dropping
keep your scary ass home if you don’t want the drama
yeah, you f+cked my b+tch, but i f+cked your baby mama
hope you didn’t kiss her, she sucked my d+ck without a condom
i’m so disrespectful, if you disrespect me, take that long ride in a he+rs+, if you ever test me
on the road, doing shows, b+tches wanna s+x me
me and dot in cancun hopping on jetskis
everyday, san trope, yeah we 30 deep in the club, bout to melee
got they hands up, i ain’t even stick them up yet
when i drop, have a lot of n+ggas upset
but oh well, they just mad cause i’m so blessed
i got now, don’t give a f+ck who got next, n+gga
[outro: b+dawg]
this here’s a top dawg e.n.t./do it n+gga squad public announcement for all you hating ass n+ggas, man
bundy, what up?
now man, i’m tired of all these hating ass n+ggas, mark ass n+ggas coming to me like b+dawg, what’s happening?
what’s up with these n+ggas dissing jay rock, man?
look, it’s what it is, man
jump on your motherf+cking internet, mysp+ce or whatever man
google up “jay rock”, man
then you google up these other n+ggas, man
and you tell me what’s happening, man
n+ggas ain’t got time to be dissing these mark ass n+ggas, man
get a f+cking deal, then see us, man
holla at these n+ggas when you get a motherf+cking deal, man
see my n+gga in the motherf+cking hood every motherf+cking day just mobbing in your face, n+gga
i’m smiling n+gga, you got a problem, put your pistol out, punk

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