Goin’ Down Jay Rock (Ft. Kendrick Lamar)

[Intro]

K. Dot, got this fiend saying, Baby
Man we got that got shit 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
Nigga, 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