Video Keep They Heads Ringin de Kendrick Lamar 2024 Hip Hop Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar - 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 fucking 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, motherfucker, 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 shit start to change, bruh
Back then bitches didn’t call much
Now I get numbers and pussy 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, nigga, I’m a bossman
All in the hood like Long Daddies and Tall Kims
If you talkin’ shit, 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 nigga
Where I’m from, shit, 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]
Nigga was ashy, tacky, but now a nigga 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 bitch, 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 bitch on a trip to get the pounds in T.J
Back across the border with the yey’ in a suitcase
Nigga try to rob, turn his head to a souffle
Chocolate Impala, interior smoke gray
Let that ass drop like Tricks on Lisa Ray
Fuck ‘em with my players when I’m up in the club
Because they ‘bout pullin’ bitches, them haters make you pull triggers
I’m ‘bout money, you ‘bout that, I’ll fuck 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]