Welcome To Watts

[Intro] Yeah, Jay Rock niggas Watts Finest, Top Dawg Entertainment Yeah, I see you boy K.Dot, gon hit 'em hard with this one Punch line, on the ones and twos We finna fuck 'em this year [Verse 1: Jay Rock] Jay Rock still handle them bills Watchin' my dollars multiply like Bebe's Kids I'm fresh plus the watch got a make over Different colours in the bezel something like Crayolas I'm from dub city, Dot from hub city Yeah it's like Pac flowing through my veins, thug in me I hug semis, hood MVP All these haters love to envy me, so fuck 'em Hear my game's proper, I'm bout dollars Fuck trickin' on a bitch I'd rather buy Impalas If I gotta pay for it baby I ain't want it Your pussy probably got a hundred thousand miles on it With no tune-up, with no oil change Your best bet put your coochie up for auction mayne I'm runnin' to the money I ain't stoppin' Walk around with a stack, that's nothin' but pocket change Career about to take off like a rocket When I sell a lot of records you could call it stock exchange Movin' pounds of that grass, need a weed license Plus I'm steady gettin' high like the gas prices If rapping was boxing, I'm Tyson First round knock out boy, without bitin' When you gettin' paper Niggas start to hate ya You got a problem I'ma solve it call me Perry Mason I'm from the projects so you know I'm gutter nigga Keep that Louisville but I'll thirty-eight slug a nigga When I hit New York you know where I'm at In the 40-40 club being chic and kickin' back Walk in Manhattan with my big homies All in Times Square with the chrome forty-five on me Then I'm flyin' back to Cali to see my bitches Then I'm all on Crenshaw, dippin', hitting switches Then I'm back in the Nickerson Gardens Fuckin' with big vote and the hit squadron mobbin' In my black khaki's and corduroys Been wearin' tees before them franchise boys, you know Nigga this Top Daw E-N-T I'm a P-I-M-P, rollin' with my G-A-N-G Doom Dawg got a nigga stackin' my Benjies A nigga might purchase the Bentley Cause Warner Brothers made it official Like a fat man with stripes that's holdin' a whistle I'm bout to blow, like bad bitches who suck dick Or like a dynamite stick that's lit You haters better take cover Yeah you fuckin' with a Watts living soldier Yeah the pressure gettin' heavy got the city on my shoulders I'm not droppin' it for nobody, nobody gonna stop me I'm like a freight train on a track Have you dying in pain on your back, from the Mac Leave a stain on your steps, leave your brain in your lap And that's what I call a blowjob Plus this money got the world turnin' like doorknobs It could turn your good friend to a foe It could turn your girlfriend to a ho It could you make you famous, it could make you change up On your niggas if you let it Gotta keep Berettas Niggas comin' at your cheddar This is '06 so I got brand new raps Brand new stacks, brand new straps All new women, brand new batch Tell me what you know about that, yeah It's Jay Rock, yeah niggas know my style Find me on the block strapped with a forty-cal Come to your spot black mask on the face Automatic weapons we'll shove 'em in your face All in your place, take it straight to the safe Rob you for your cake then leave without a trace Travel through the mind of a crook, okay you shook Out here niggas get murdered for looks This the land where the shit don't stop Killer killer Cali, I'll welcome y'all to Watts