Schoolboy Q - Top Dawg Cypha lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Louie] I love green When I wake up the sky green I keep the 40 Glock co*ked when I'm ridin' Yeah, I'll be riding, dirty with my n***a Dirty You want beef? Hollow tips leave your eyes burnin' My guys carry, all types of guns I'm on the block gettin' money blood, man f** the ones I don't talk snitch n***as, I don't f** with 'em I let the chopper get at ‘em like blum-blum-blum-blum Never trust no b**h, let 'em s** the dick, that's it, then split now it's Back to my gutter tip, 24's on the whip Montana in the pot, I'm the chef on the shift n***as yappin' at they lips, till my gat at they lip Then I make they head spin like they drunk off a fifth I got a lot of chips, I hustle with alotta pimps Knockin' goons, I'm a goon, 'lot of hoes wanna strip [Verse 2: Jay Rock] New coupe, top disappear like [?] I'm in the hood, pockets heavy like Bruce Bruce Damn, I'm like a bullet when I shoot through I'm the sh**, these whack rappers is boo-boo We hit the club, pop bottles like it's nothing Top Dolla, Pop Hollows out the Impala Pay dues, spray tunes n***a we wylin' Money, Power, Respect, mothaf**a we dialin' Top Dawg money gang, get affiliated .38 special flow, n***as can't trace it (Damn) I'm still dope dealin', picture that Cookin the crack is fine, what I cook on the track Rippin' it fast, fiends run it back, get it stacked Blow it fast, get it back, at the mall, pop tags Hit the lot, buy a 'Lac ride out Top Dawg E-N-T, n***as know what we about, we get money [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Ab-Soul chillin', Ab-Soul chillin' Back for the first time, finna bomb yo buildin' Who put a bomb in the buildin'? What, a bomb in the buildin'? Thats just rhymes about bombs, I could do rhymes about children Kids gettin' f**ed, pedophile with the style Young Mike Jack, yeah I'm somethin' like that Bad to the bone, press your luck like a bu*ton And I'm comin' like the KGB But I ain't Russian! I'm takin' my time with it, Patrón with the lime in it Got a n***a buzzin' like a bug in the club I'm Usher Raymond, please show me love in the club, I'm sayin' I need it like a stripper need a tip Or a catcher need a mitt, or a sneaker need a grip A gymnast need a flip, or super head need lifts Soulo, yeah I'm comin' straight for the top Been spendin' it like a Jew, Happy Hannukah to you [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q] (Hey you) Huh? Oh sh**, can I kick it? Dragon breathe fire when I spits it Santa Claus raps got me gifted, lifted Runnin' at the mouth, get it shifted Blistered, thought it was a dream so I pinched it Rap got me hooked, so I fished it Only 6 bars and I sensed it Rise from defeat, never ran from the beef Ball hard in the street, Mad Cow with my teeth Money over b**hes, friends over b**hes Hoes over b**hes, Benz over switches Top 5 alive, and you n***as ain't listed Hip hop is dead and you know the boy fixed it Straight locksmithed it Open up the doors for the young n***a sellin' crack On the side of stores just to keep the body breathin' Never wanna be a heathen Been puttin' in the hours Shouda blown with the towers I'm real talk [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar] And a n***a was built with a steel heart K. Dot on the beat, everybody said they smell fart sh** on anybody, I'm a rappin' porta potty And I probaby gotta dump right now See my hobby is to murder every rapper on the planet Make 'em leave the studio in ambulances With a bandage on their cranium I'm bangin' them on sight, with the bars of titanium Bra** knuckles, I beat n***as down, who wanna scuffle? I'm rude like sayin' ‘f** you' to your mother for no reason, now that's cold thinkin' What am I drinkin'? I do, spiteful sh**, sh** like f** your b**h Record it, then mail it to your residence Say hello to the unforgiving flow, cold with it Grab a coke we gon' be here for a minute I tell every rapper fall back when I see 'em Or get clapped like a b**h with gonorrhea