Top Dawg CypHa lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Louie]
I love green
When I wake up the sky green
I keep the 40 Glock c*cked when I'm ridind
Yeah, I'll be riding, dirty with my n*gga Dirty
You want beef?
Hollow tips leave your eyes blurry
My guys carry, all types of guns
I'm on the block gettin' money, blood, man f*ck the ones
I don't talk snitch n*ggas, I don't f*ck with them
I let the chopper get at ‘em like blum-blum-blum-blum
Yeah, never trust no b*tch, let 'em
Suck the di*k, that's it, then split now it's
Back to my gutter tip, 24's on the whip
Montana in the pot, I'm the chef on the shift
n*ggas yappin' at they lip, 'til my gat at they lip
Then I make they head spin like they drunk off a fifth
I got a lot of chips, I hustle with a lot of pimps
Knockin' goons, I’m a goon, 'lot of hoes wanna strip

[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
New coupe, top disappear like FUBU
I'm in the hood, pockets heavy like Bruce Bruce
Damn, I'm like a bullet when I shoot through
I'm the sh*t, these whack rappers is boo-boo
We hit the club, pop bottles like it's nothing
Top Dolla, Pop Hollows out the Impala
Pay dues, spray tools, n*gga we wylin'
Money, Power, Respect, mothaf*cka we dialin'
Top Dawg money gang, get affiliated
.38 special flow, n*ggas can't trace it (Damn)
I'm still dope dealin', picture that
Cookin' the crack is fine, what I cook on the track
Rippin' it fast, fiends run it back, get it stacked
Blow it fast, get it back, at the mall, pop tags
Hit the lot, buy a 'Lac ride out
Top Dawg E-N-T, n*ggas know what we about, we get money
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Ab-Soul chillin', Ab-Soul chillin'
Back for the first time, finna bomb yo buildin'
Who put a bomb in the buildin'? What, a bomb in the buildin'?
That's just rhymes about bombs, I could do rhymes about children
Kids gettin' f*cked, pedophile with the style
Young Mike Jack, yeah I'm somethin' like that
Bad to the bone, press your luck like a button
And I'm comin' like the KGB
But I ain't Russian!
I'm takin' my time with it, Patrón with the lime in it
Got a n*gga buzzin' like a bug in the club
I'm Usher Raymond, please show me love in the club, I'm sayin'
I need it like a stripper need a tip
Or a catcher need a mitt, or a sneaker need a grip
A gymnast need a flip, or super head need lifts
Soul-o, yeah I'm comin' straight for the top
Been spendin' it like a Jew, Happy Hannukah to you

[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
(Hey you) Huh? Oh sh*t, can I kick it?
Dragon breathe fire when I spits it
Santa Claus raps got me gifted, lifted
Runnin' at the mouth, get it shifted
Blistered, thought it was a dream so I pinched it
Rap got me hooked, so I fished it
Only 6 bars and I sensed it
Rise from defeat, never ran from the beef
Ball hard in the street, Mad Cow with my teeth
Money over b*tches, friends over b*tches
Hoes over b*tches, Benz over switches
Top 5 alive, and you n*ggas ain't listed
Hip hop is dead and you know the boy fixed it
Straight locksmithed it
Open up the doors for the young n*gga sellin' crack
On the side of stores just to keep the body breathin'
Never wanna be a heathen
Been puttin' in the hours
Shouda blown with the towers
I'm real talk
[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
And a n*gga was built with a steel heart
K. Dot on the beat, everybody said they smell fart
sh*t on anybody, I'm a rappin' porta potty
And I probaby gotta dump right now
See my hobby is to murder every rapper on the planet
Make 'em leave the studio in ambulances
With a bandage on their cranium
I'm bangin' them on sight, with the bars of titanium
Brass knuckles, I beat n*ggas down, who wanna scuffle?
I’m rude like sayin' ‘f*ck you’ to your mother for no reason, now that's cold thinkin'
What am I drinkin'?
I do, spiteful sh*t, sh*t like f*ck your b*tch
Record it, then mail it to your residence
Say hello to the unforgiving flow, cold with it
Grab a coke we gon' be here for a minute
I tell every rapper fall back when I see 'em
Or get clapped like a b*tch with gonorrhea