Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar - Elbows lyrics

Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
(hold up)

Rock got it, Rock came from rock bottom
Now I'm on top, pocket full
Of guacamole in it, no lie
The windows on the Continental tinted
Cocaine colored, it's a dope ride
Them dope boys outside
Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats
Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack
If you want it we got it
That's where them goods at
Nickerson Gardens, project parties
Chronic, Hennessey, dro, Bacardi
Guns, enemies that come through, spark them
Throw 'em in a dumpster you loved one
You lost him
I don't dance I just boogie a lot
No dress code I just wear a hoodie a lot
White tee under that back against the wall
West coast rocking to the beat
Now I'm telling y'all

Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
(homie)
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers
Up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it)

Look, I know some bad ass bitches
That go hard on it addicted to that sex
They be traveling in packs
They be off that X
And they'll let you fuck fast
If you got some cess
I ain't gon lie about it
I ain't bullshitting, come to my block boy
Welcome to Hell's kitchen
We bring that heat to you
Too much of a real nigga
Not to see through you
Wet him like faucet, bullet sink through you
They speed through you, they eat through you
Two lullaby burners, let 'em sing to you
The harmony of it is pleasure to your ears
You got to love it (nah) you got to hate it
I got to be my hometown favourite
Watts representer, say hello to your mayor
Everybody put them Ws in the air
May I show you the plan I lay out
My disc will never play out, I tell y'all to

Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
(homie)
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers
Up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it)

Swing your elbows and Taylors, the shell-toes
Kush blunts all in the air, I smell lows
Compton swap meets to freaks on Melrose
This is California, killers on them corners
From Long Beach to Inglewood, Hollywood
Back down, them gangsters will be on you
Block hot as a sauna, uh
We in the club, zonin', Patronin'
My knuckleheads roamin', they on and we on it
It's jerkin', poppin', brackin'
Whatever you want to call it
What's happenin', we smashin'
Crashin' your hood my nigga what's good?
Staying sucker-free
Just as well as you should
I pull up in that motherfuckin' big-ass truck
What the fuck? I'm on
Where your bitch? She gone with a real nigga
I hop up out that ho
Asking how you feel nigga
I press blood throw your sets up!

Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
(homie)
Poke your elbows out and swing like this
Poke your elbows out and swing like this

Whatever you want to call it
For the weed heads or for the alcoholics
Now this can be some OG low-rider music
Or you could twist your fingers
Up and gangbang to it (gangbang to it)