[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
West coast tsunami come jump inside of a wave pool
Fresh out the county with beepers over their ankles
b**hes and bugs their earlobes flooded with bengals
38 slug pa**enger seat let it bang you
I was born the same year you was rocking a kangol
20 years later my style favor a kangaroo
Jumping off the ground im tapping the star spangle
Banner with manners over ignorant lost angels
Cameras flash nappy hippy from every angle
Hammers will blast snap and hit you from every angle
Like a p**no no h*mo you wear rainbow
I'm with a bad chick that can s** on my mandingo
Your making publicity stunts to make your name blow
Im dropping c4 every month to make my name blow
Drive a hoopty every month like its a range rove
Get in on the pa**enger side because the door broke
Take you on a natural high this is for short dope
Watch you go be outside then give you more dope
Im gonna flood the streets outside go buy a raincoat
Open the door my tapes fall out your Durango
West coast till im gone and wearing a halo
Til then im ready for war lets play halo
Take down the fifth of Hennessy and watch the day go
Bye like farewell can somebody just pray for
Me like holiest priest on gods payroll
Tabernacle to all the Church's chickens I ate on
Its K.Dot you motherf**er motherf**er mother blucka blucka bring a ruckus better duck em make you suffer quick s** a dick
[Verse 2: SchoolBoy Q]
Look, coming from g**ners and palm trees
Eating on polly seed and bomb weed
In walla bees better let my wallet sees throwing up the set while I'm chillin in the summer breeze
You n***as really want the gun to squeeze
And im shootin from nutting
Backseat with the window down ready for ducking
I ain't riding shotgun unless I gotta shotgun f** around and pop one leave your f**in' top done
Like the body shop on a mardi gras
Bad little b**h keep the gat in the party bra
You know I'm ready to shoot you know I recruit give me the loot like Big Poppa who shot ya noodle n***as over cheese make pasta
Top dawg sit at the table we all mobster
Never pa**ed english and grammar still proper
[Jay Rock]
My n***as we all gotcha
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
My n***as is all shottas
And n***as ain't nothing but b**hes they all gossip
My words come hard like a bishop in tranquilizer
And murder goes hand and hand like sanitizers
I been a problem shootout to Problem
[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
My gun blow then I get low
Like a stripper my n***a no h*mo
Take a puff of the swisher then get dozed
I do this for my n***as who is locked up in the prisons that can't get out of them systems there's no hope
So my mentality gotta be cut throat
Everytime that I spit it I provoke
Jay Rock for president go vote
Put them in a state of shock like a million votes
I'd go big before I would go broke
I got bundles of snow so come snope
Big bottles of henny who wanna toast
Big bags of green who wanna smoke
Its on me im a do it for the coast
Rock city my city till I'm gone
I'm a make it I can feel it in my bones
[Verse 5: Ab-Soul]
Yeah, I came in with the same precision as Pablo
Your visions at moe's whip and Diablos
City on my shoulder like a poncho
And I treat the booth like el baño
Get a whiff of that
And when its show time i'll take you to the Cinemax
Los Angeles on the fitted cap
Committed like Richard Pryor and getting stacks
Yo Punch they think that history is a joke read up on how they brought Woodstock to watch for black folks
California souls, you say the west ain't unified like the LA school district you must've missed it
Riding around my old junior high high, remaniscing I have the same goals now
But I never thought for a second I needed Snoop and Dre to help me out
No debit give me all of the credit
SOUL