Jay Rock - Goin' Down lyrics

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Jay Rock - Goin' Down lyrics

[Intro] K. Dot, got this fiend saying, Baby Man we got that got sh** 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 n***a, 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 d**h was the issue This sh**, 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 b**h or nothing But if they just start jumping I got no heat, so f** it, I'ma start running Before them shots come flying Call my n***a Ralo like Hold a n***a (down) He ain't had no minutes So a n***a 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 n***a For them small grams, or them pounds But they won't stop my profit Or get in my pockets (Even if it means a n***a gotta) sell narcotics (We gonna hold sh**) (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)