Whats The Word feat. Jay Rock-Schoolboy Q/Jay Rock

go hard for the squad life (bang) brain with a stain on it shit flamed out the nozzle added full throttle acting high heater black ninas its young niggas heatin up phoenix top dawg familia crept with a dillinger in my 5th pocket chump niggas stop it say you pressin' who? f**k around and get a tattoo had me dumpin' out the sun roof (roof) consequences you done ran thru caught his ass slipping lookin' pretty in them sandals keep them gangstas in the streets you know that s**t was handled 10 speed, handle bar shift, astro fit hopped off with a message in the clip inboxed read (3rd verse) hittin' till the 3rd i'll be back up on the curb what's the word? ( word, word, word) we continue to bring you nothin' but that true gangster shit you can move to groove to what's the word? (x3) we continue to bring you nothin' but that true shit, g shit never had much always had heart, always had guts i dont give a f**k, i ride like a bus heavy with my flows while my niggas in the spot heavy with the blow plenty niggas broke, plenty homicides, plenty mommas cried care we wonder why? stress on my thoughts blowin w**d out my jaws 4-5 niggas ridin' 5 deep in the car choppers in the trunk, choppers in the front catch a n***a slippin' then we takin' what we want gang affiliated a lot of niggas hatin' cause a n***a steady beamin' like laser product of my environment can't help where i came from watts, california where a n***a got his name from, name from what it do? go ahead and blaze one be patient my n***a we gon' ball when the day come disrespect the clique then i guess we gotta' take one haters throw salt so i guess we gotta shake somethin' (x2) so what's the word? we continue to bring you nothin' but that true gangster shit you can move to groove to what's the word? (x3) we continue to bring you nothin' but that true shit, g shit young 50 raw central kid? macks near f**kin' lose your leg probably seen me on figg 81 bus stop where niggas put the whores there ? needle poison everybody crooked lights out shootin' ranges, s**t is dangerous keep yo shoes tied mothaf**ka shit it gets live muthaf**ka, shits real get yo ass strapped up in the field youngin' shoulda let ya muscle build broken jaws and them stars be the evidence just another n***a tatted up among my abdomen yall squabbles, gang meetings, set functions had my s**t bumpin' mid central way side stay jumpin' we ridin' out middle finger f**k the law, shoot they mommas house (haha) thats the word we continue to bring you nothin' but that true gangster shit you can move to groove to what's the word? (x3) we continue to bring you nothin' but that true shit, g s**t (x5) we continue to bring you