Troopers

[Intro] Cardo got wings... [Chorus: Jay Rock] It's work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers, I said it's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers [Verse 1: Jay Rock] If that's your real nigga, he gon' slide for you If that's your real nigga, he gon' die for you You ain't gotta question when it's brackin' Just point me in the direction when it's action Day ones in the sandbox, from breakin' through the padlocks To burners in the stashbox, your whole hood mascots My whole hood mad Watts, that's gang, gang, gang We politic, on missions, don't hang, hang, hang We got bad bitches too, huh, and they blast bitches too, huh And they shoot the fair one too huh, we can take it there too, huh Niggas win some and lose some, just went half on the new drum Summertime is overdue huh, double back when the news come [Chorus: Jay Rock] It's work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers, I said it's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers [Verse 2: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar] Back door, back though, east side, we go back door What you wanna act for? You get what you ask for Ballin' in the game now, east side, we go back door (East side, east side, east side, east side, east side) Nothing is the same now, motherfuck the task force Came up and I went back, changed up, never did that If it's taped off, yeah I did that, blew a half a mil, yeah I did that On the play girl, is you with that? Ten toes on the pavement Sell your soul and the days end, shacked up like a caveman Troopers on deck, secure the bag, we plant the flags So what we on next? What we on next? Rock bottom from the NGs, hand guns on tenth speed R.I.P. to my dead homies, loyalty is all we need, yeah [Chorus: Jay Rock] It's work on the phone Tell my mama that I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers, I said it's work on the phone Somebody tell my mama I might not make it home Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers hoppin' in this bitch, poppin' in this bitch Me and my troopers