Keep They Heads Ringin’ lyrics

[Intro: DJ Dave & Kendrick Lamar]
Back, back, (Haha) Watt’s Finest, Jay Rock
Didn’t we tell ‘em the first time?
DJ Dave, also K-Dot
“Watts’ Finest, Volume Two”, that’s what we do
And you know me, K-Dot, but, listen, this is Jay Rock
You are now f*cking with Top Dawg Entertainment

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Pistol in my pocket, flag on the other side
Project baby, I’m living a gutter life
Top Dawg Entertainment, motherf*cker, we on the rise
K-Dot, God givin’ you others the prototype
Ball like a quarter sack when I spit up on the track
Give a fiend a sample, it’s fire, they comin’ back
Like good crack: you cookin’ bad, you lose a stack
Never givin’ the game up, steppin’ my game up
I grinds for paper, tell you how I came up
Spit a verse for Dude and sh*t start to change, bruh
Back then b*tches didn’t call much
Now I get numbers and pus*y in one offer
The rims got they coochie drippin’ like faucets
Hit ‘em with the mule now they ass walkin’ awkward
Jay Rock’s the name but, n*gga, I’m a bossman
All in the hood like Long Daddies and Tall Kims
If you talkin’ sh*t, got room for a coffin
A three-piece suit your size will stop crockin’
Look, I carry heat, hope I never have to kill a n*gga
Where I’m from, sh*t, went out with Tommy Hilfiger
I roll Swishers, gettin’ loaded off hard liquor
Plus my screws is loose, need more than a Phillip
Natural-born hustler, I stack another bill up
I’m not trippin’ off the subpeona, I’m goin’ for the million
[Chorus: The Sequence and (Jay Rock)]
Ring, ding, dong (Yuh)
Ring-a-ding, ding (Top Dawg keep they heads ringin’) ding, dong
Ring, ding, dong (Yuh)
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong (Jay Rock keep they heads ringin’)





[Verse 2: Jay Rock]
n*gga was ashy, tacky, but now a n*gga flashy
I ain’t sayin’ that I’m classy by the new swag
Be my first run, heavy on the track
Like an athlete, stick to my turf like a pair of cleats
Got kush, get you high up to the heavens
Got that killer, born on One Eighty-Seven
Throw me a bad b*tch, I know how to handle her
Hammer her, give her a face shot like a camera
Got a lot of guns, might throw ‘em on E-Bay
Send my b*tch on a trip to get the pounds in T.J
Back across the border with the yey’ in a suitcase
n*gga try to rob, turn his head to a souffle
Chocolate Impala, interior smoke gray
Let that ass drop like Tricks on Lisa Ray
f*ck ‘em with my players when I’m up in the club
Because they ‘bout pullin’ b*tches, them haters make you pull triggers
I’m ‘bout money, you ‘bout that, I’ll f*ck with ya
Tryna get richer, the end’s gettin’ nearer
It’s creepin’, no sleepin’
Got to keep your eyes open
Rock not preachin’ but I’mma keep they heads ringin’
[Chorus: The Sequence and (Jay Rock)]
Ring, ding, dong (Yuh)
Ring-a-ding, ding (Top Dawg keep they heads ringin’) ding, dong
Ring, ding, dong (Yuh)
Ring-a-ding ding ding dong (Jay Rock keep they heads ringin’)

[End skit]