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What it look like K-Dot? I can't be stopped It's payday and I'm in the candy drop So for real, Candy Rain flooding your spot Firestone tires hot, burning the block For pete's sake I'm a heatwave melting your dot My ship sail, so I should move units and quick The whip trail like a mixed, variation of chips So when I dip, it's kinda ironic And all I do is hotbox Hydro, call it a carpool I'm from the west, where the Tec's is drawn like Cartoon Network Wetshirt, a marksman will become my ex expert Welcome to school fools, don't get an F for effort Top Dawg money gang, winter fresh, sunny chain Bad bitches Angry paper, got mad riches Who the fuck you think you're up against? Come again? Shades darker than the bitch, but I see you niggas And I, see you niggas, wouldn't wanna be you niggas Welcome to the C4 I got the bombs and the rental Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans Goddamn, I'm the man, for life The left coast, bitch get it right Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental It's Top Dawg They call me Rock, boy Shit I came a long way from selling rocks, boy 'Bout my cash money, you can call me hot boy I throw shots, guns clap, like an encore B's up, hoes down, that's right blood Can't be street sweepers, get your ass mopped up Damn, I'm in a 2008 something Sitting on chrome buttons, nigga no bluffing Hit a club, all eyes on my neck Got $20,000 worth of diamonds on my chest, nigga Fuck VIP, I'm on the floor chunking up my sets Twisting fingers with my niggas, blowing swishers, sipping liquor, 'till I'm pissy, fucking bitches, it's so easy Get the name, tell them the telly nothing but pipe in their belly .380 keep it on my waist like a celly K.Dot 'bout to bomb on you niggas, get ready motherfucker Welcome to the C4 I got the bombs and the rental Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans Goddamn, I'm the man, for life The left coast, bitch get it right Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental I keep a big loaf of the toast, be careful when the toaster pop (Q) Hashbrowns and all, shooting out tater tots Around 8 o'clock I let it go for 8 a pop Taking off wigs like I'm working at a beauty shop I'm getting money, most success what I'm achieving Being broke is childish and most of these rappers teething Still whipping the stick-shift, bottles pop, big sips Green hash in the back, something to make my heart skip (damn) You ain't seen a dresser that's fresher and keep it ghetto Had a gat utter, sing to you; Reuben Studdard See my team rougher, y'all fat; cream puffer Your broad serve the whole squad, call her clique fucker Start to thinking that I'm the best, just sort of speaking More than decent, and fucking something that's Puerto Rican I'm cool as ever, not concerned about the weather Getting every dollar, I'm steady stacking my cheddar Hard as ever, y'all cats soft as a feather Super clever, outdoing me? Nigga never Try to fuck me out my cash, dawg I'm no pussy Got big cajones, my nigga you can't douche me Look, hard as a rock, look, yo I'm hard to smash New in-dash, bump loud, speakers blast Heard a couple of your songs, your whole shit was trash Fucking over the game, your whole squad is ass Welcome to the C4 I got the bombs and the rental Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans Goddamn, I'm the man, for life The left coast, bitch get it right Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental Yeah, I tell 'em, I tell 'em, bang, bow, pop the man shit As a young whippersnapper, been toting guns in my pants Niggas bitches, niggas snitching, yeah they taking the stand Cause a nigga on the block moves a couple of grand Coming in wild, with 32 guns, and 10 guys, 3 Puerto Rican bitches, and a couple of 9s Shit, BO never stopping, cause the flow is a headache, and my swag is a Oxycotin It's Top Dawg money gang, 20 grand verte chain Bentley GT, 3 pieces, nigga fuck a raise Hustle like I'm broke man, advise you to do the same Nigga rob me? Better knock it off man Shit, these niggas teddy bear soft They pull up to new coupe, watch me fucking knock their top off Bone marrow falling off, Mr. Swag dance, still lean, to the left, when they taking my pants Try to play this MC like he was light, cause you can get it worse than Harold did at that red light Pimping 24/7 like the day to the night Now you mad cause your girlfriend giving head right Welcome to the C4 I got the bombs and the rental Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans Goddamn, I'm the man, for life The left coast, bitch get it right Welcome to the C4, got the bombs and the rental Moving through the block like a centipede No rooftop, who hot? I'mma show them where the antifreeze I hit the dealership, and tell them hand me keys, like a grand pianist Damage anything said, then landing on top of your bitch, oops I tripped I'm clumsy like Michelle Williams, or Jaleel White I feel like a Predator, and none of you Danny Glovers are ready for, Alien tactics The god is back, they're on their knees praying like a mantis As I perform like Santa Clause Pause TVs in the Phantom Bitches on my left and my right like I pant them Dancing on the coast, emerging from the smoke Pimping in my blood, tell doc to check my pulse They knew that was K.Dot the gemini, with another cut like a Samurai Anything else is uncivilized Fucker