I got the whole block bumpin'. You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it. (x2)

(Jay Rock)

(Jay Rock)

You know what this is. Tell them this is celebration,

bitches. Where the barbeque pits and the mini-bikes

Mini-skirts, Hennessys, and the Miller Lights.

Domino tables, who got big 6? Where I'm from we do concrete backflips.

Flip flop, flip flop, flip flop back. To the ghetto's where I bring hip hop back.

Real niggas love me, they tell me keep it pushin'. The only niggas speak from way inside Central Bookings.

County Jails and the lock downs up north. Said I should have it if

Scarface pass the torch. That's how they feel Jack,

built much more than rap. This that project haircut in the cul-de-sac.

This is where Jose

front you them quarters at. Meet your quota whenever I put a quote on a track, nigga. Keepin' it G ain't nothin'.

You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood

gone love it. You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it. Watch a young nigga show his ass

out in public.

From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it. I buy a morgue in the minute.

The public house, the plastic couch of a section 8 tenant. The Regal window is tinted

The air conditioner broke but I'm cool enough to ensure you my ride is an

Eskimo, huh?

And I peel off in the midst of getting my thrills off. And I thrive off energies from the

inner cities

that we lost, huh? I'm putting the ghetto on top of my back. And I live in the back of the jungle

Lions, tigers,

bears, oh my. Hear the siren, walk up, D-D-D-DOUBLE HEADSHOT.

Drive-by. Shooters, looters,

Federal fed intruders. The engines on back of scooters.

We need to know just who you are.

You are in the presence of many presents. Kendrick the gift for the future,

oh yeah I said it. Thug life, good kid mad city mad respect

representin' the hub right.

(Jay Rock)

I got the whole block bumpin', you ain't gotta like it 'cause the

hood gone love it. (x2)

(Last Verse)

The home girls tells me I'm the shit. I break them off so they can buy some outfits.

I buy them sons a pack of Pampers, some new Jordans, Give 'em the game, school 'em on what's really important.

It's how I was raised, the O.G.'s had me.

Thirteen fresh off the porch, slangin' cabby. (Marijuana laced with cocaine)

Show all my young niggas. There's other ways you get them dollars and funds niggas.

Coming down in an old school, so cool, Whip like a fire ball call it Goku.

You don't know the tribulations

that we go through. Put your ears to the speakers I'mma show you.

I paint the picture so perfect, hear my CD,

You see Mona Lisa in person. Courtesy of a hunnit (hundred) beat.

Got my Crips, and esse's at arm reach, one way, one way.

(Enjoy the rest).

(Captioned by Antonio Travis)