Ab-Soul - Topdawg Ent. lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Tonight's the night I jump on my shhhh huh? Lyrical mayhem rappers get laid down when I (kick?) (Saliva?) K rounds a transformer how I break down my Nouns and verbs you just stumble over your words So in love with my sh** they save it in pampers The only pull ups be the drive bys 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] f** em' all doe More drive than a car show Four five in the console Call me Soul Eastwood Lyrical gun slanging' and a corral full of wild n***as Pc shut down n***as its P.E. I run around n***as You shawn pope you just sound bigger You bad boys bite the brick like snitches bite bullets No diss to Diddy thats just how I like to put it [Verse 3: Kendrick] Living' life crooked, like a neck muscle after you pull it 187 look at the footage Like O-Dawg, Oh Dog, you either pay up Or have your daughter making' that ransom phone call Player I don't tolerate n***as who fabricate stories Who says you did what (what?) I'm sounding like Noriega for the paper One leg to erase ya kinda ironic [Verse 4: BO] Calling the shots like Chick Hern 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 musta done bred a demon My pop musta done shot bullets instead a semen Legion of doom cramped up in the womb And started teething the day I heard a beat lets eat [Verse 5: Jay Rock] Yeah Jay Rock Watts amba**ador Big truck, paint color Almond Joy Black choppers seem like the commodores Get money f** b**hes do it like a chore Thats the routine 24 hours More money more power f** 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 ? looks like I have a f**in' jukebox on You n***as ain't hot you n***as luke warm And I had swag ever since I was born And every car I drive it must be foreign So when I ride by your b**h yelling popcorn I get up under your skin yes I'm a thorn And they have a stash spot and you just been warned [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 n***a still in the wrapper I'm the sh** like a n***a still in a pamper Hit a booth k** a track then we light candles 187 everytime 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 popping' making it rain in the club I been about my dollars I can't seen colors I'm colorblind So when you hit me up all you gonna see is dollar signs Got my motivation n***a stay on the grind Even if its on the block pushing nicks and dimes Addicted to crime f** with known felons TDE thats what they yelling