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[Intro: Jay Rock]
Pop
[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Walking through Watts
Where the streets painted with gangsters and crooked cops
Benjamin Franks, same case and crack cocks
That's all we know
Make it up out the hood, that's all we hope
Smoking cookie backwards, got TV's in it
Sell they soul, just to get the cocaine feeling
Don't get caught slipping, humping them projects
Wrong turn, wrong color will get you top decked
YG's, they'll do anything for stripes
Hard headed, don't even take OG's advice
Hood rats bitches do anything for ice
Set you up, good pussy will take your life
And why do the police scared to roll through the niggas in gardens
Even they ass stay with the target
Crack spots, moving out the unit apartment
My neighborhood trife, you couldn't walk a day in my life
So yeah
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]
I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know
Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, south paws, we out here, and Pharrell here
Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe
That's something that I know, Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
And I'm stocked like .40 tucked in my drawers
Over the stove, catch me whipping a ton of tar
Chopping it down, smoke is on foot, in and out
The choppers is popped, niggas will kill you over an ounce, it's real
Can't squeal, welcome to Iraq, city rats
Roaches on the corners of cul de sacs
Click, clack (Pow), officers down
LA PD on tv with bullet holes
Don't tell him where bullets go
Send him to Martin Luther, pull him from the shooters
Stay home on your computer
We ain't internet banging, nigga we really hating
Out here, all my life I gave blood sweat and tears
In these streets, don't show no signs of fear
Niggas eat you alive, put holes in your ride
Snatch up your kids when you see 'em sitting outside
Watch by survivor, I'm grateful that I'm alive
Streets
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]
I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know
Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, when the sun falls, we out here, and Pharrell here
Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe
That's something that I know, Yeah, yeah, yeah