[Intro] Jay Rock, Watts Finest, Top Dawg Entertainment Nigga finna spit 50 bars of real shit Goes on in my hood, goes on in your hood too Look I'm real sure [Verse: Jay Rock] Let me tell you all about Watts Two-elevens, One-eighty-sevens, it don't stop Shit ain't all great for your mama On top carry lettuce workin' round the clock You can't have your gat retired Get caught slippin' and your life expired Shit, growin' up, all I seen was drug dealin' So I wanna live the life of a dope dealer In the kitchen whippin' like Betty Crock Sittin' in the spot with a gang of rocks Clientele pumpin' now the spot is poppin' Gotta shut it down, yeah them narcs is watchin' Connect call the church said he got some Os It might be tapped so we use them codes Hit your high school just to bang the turf Sockin' out shit, showin' off for hoes Your girl know you out there makin' a grip Hood rat bitches wanna sit on your dick Now this nigga wanna fight you over a bitch And they [?] his bitch out fuckin' for kids Wonder why niggas lookin' at you funny Cause you walkin' round with a lot of money Nigga have the lights up [?] Flossin' too hard so he got jacked Niggas pull up on the side of him And put about sixteen shots in him Two witnesses saw the whole action Police asked, but they don't know what happened They know that snitchin' is a death wish So they kept their mouth closed, they ain't said shit They live by the code of the streets (what's that) Never ever talk to police (that's right) Gangstas on their way to a block party Stopped at the store, gotta get Bacardi Now they at the party all sauced up Lookin' for dirty hoes to toss up Some killers pull up in a Cutlass Start bustin, and everybody duckin' It's tragic when the guns stop spitting Their lives, an innocent victim And now he's wrapped up in plastic His momma gotta shop for a casket His homies don't know who did it So they ride round town lettin' everybody feel it Now another died on the other side Killer Cali, land of the homicide All we could do, was pray for them better days Product of the streets, ghetto made us this way
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