Black Hippy Jay Rock

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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock]
Let 'em die, dead—Black Hippy
Pfffft—and we don't give a fuck
Hell, nah, nigga
This conglomerate so cool, Rock, we could freeze L.A., nigga
Black Hippy
Kendrick Lamar
I tell 'em like this:

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q, Jay Rock & Ab-Soul]
Ring the alarm or wake to a bomb
You ain't a rapper, you Elton John, holdin' your john
I got a ton of croutons in the Louis Vuitton
That's big bread the chickens are flying flocks when I call 'em
Paul and Masson, half drunk, stuck in a poem
Light matches underwater while I'm bracing the storm
I'm cool and I'm calm, laid back, smoking a farm
Socking the shit out of niggas till I'm breaking my arm
Up in my zone, two blunts, cup of patron
.45 on me, shoot you if you fuck with me wrong
No homo'—pause—that's your life and it's gone
Flat line you, don't put your life in the song
I never drove a fast car—I almost ran over
Tracy Chapman, she said, "Drive slow," I said, "Fuck off"
Ab-Soul—wha'sup, y'all? Other than your sub-par
Above all? I'm a heaven gate—above all
Fuckin' great, and every time we in the stu'?