Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock - 3 Minutes of Watts lyrics

We boys in the hood pocket full of dubs
Homies outta line clip full of slugs
Baby here's my number
If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang
Shake shake it up
Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up
Baby I'm a player, Go and hit me up
Baby do your thang
Shake shake it up, shake shake it up
Shake shake it up

You should already know what I came for
Once the neon light hit the Top Dawg logo
See my, chain hang out
See my, wrists hang out
See my, homies hang out they gang bang out
West coast my state, left coast
My state, you state myspace
Internet gangster
You know my name baby girl no stranger
Blue Bell jeans on low cut taper
No I can't save ya name that captain
When I'm in the Aston, Martin
So awkward when I park it
Rev up your engines, sound like it farting
I'm in the club sitting with some foreign
She don't speak English words sound retarded
We go hard in that project apartment
Five minutes in Watts, get it started

We boys in the hood pocket full of dubs
Homies outta line clip full of slugs
Baby here's my number
If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang
Shake shake it up
Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up
Baby I'm a player, Go and hit me up
Baby do your thang
Shake shake it up, shake shake it up
Shake shake it up

Sit back relax I'mma give you a walk
Through, through the city of Watts
Through the city of God
Where them bitches shaking that ass
Deuce deuce in they bras
Where them niggas rockin' the flash
Drinkin' liquor that’s hard
Where they keep the Glock in their pants
Chopper's right in the car
And if you step up on the daily's
You might leave with a scar
If your gang tight might leave
With a broad and
Like two of her friends might enjoy a ménage
And that's night life, in Watts California
Parties ain't over till like
Six in the morning
This Hennessey's straight
Gotta nigga zoning out
Take another swig then I'm rolling out
If you ain't banging better hold your mouth
Don't claim nothing that you know you're not
So just chill
Grab your bitch because life's too short
Just stick to the script

We boys in the hood pocket full of dubs
Homies outta line clip full of slugs
Baby here's my number
If you tryna fuck, baby do your thang
Shake shake it up
Sick of watts you claim, Come and give it up
Baby I'm a player, Go and hit me up
Baby do your thang
Shake shake it up, shake shake it up
Shake shake it up