Ab-Soul — Watch Yo Lady

[Intro: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Chh- (slurp) Bounce, bounce Uh, uh Bounce, bounce (DJ Dave) Ha! Sound like some more dynasty shit Feel me go (You are now in tune with your wifey favorite DJ) Ooh-ooh-ooh (DJ Ill-Will) Turn this up [Verse 1: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] I'm a soldier mane, thought I told ya mane I aim and flame ya, I'm the pro-to-pane Ahh Niggas sizing me up like I'm buying a tux So I interrupt, crease 'em, iron 'em up With the nina, not talking 'bout the two singers 'Cause a leprechaun wouldn't even press his luck I'm sure to pluck any chicken with a rhythm I could fuck I tell 'em call me up Like is it on or what? Can I cut 'til dawn, or what? A slut say she want a slice of all of us Intelligent, say her marble's marvelous She go down south like black colleges I'm a psychologist, I tell her I can adjust Anything in the world that be bothering her Everywhere I go, guarantee she go Pussy pop on the low, like a silencer [Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation [Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce [Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Uh, back to the realist shit Niggas ain't raw, you grillin' I'ma menage a woman and I— Barrage be intimate, a massage beginning with Caress from her tongue, deep throat raw Lot's of trauma, your baby momma Brain is crazy—Jeffrey Dahmer And I'm finna shoot—like a dirty llama Big truck kicking up dust—conquer Chocolate seats—Willy Wonka Passenger—Pretty Woman Direct a fact—bring your compass You bringing Carson—you bringing Compton Y'all bring the nonsense We bring the real, like Pro Tools, never gross 500 mil And we out in Brazil, in the green like Blanka Bonkers—tell 'em Top Dawg is here [Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation [Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) Yuh—yuh, yuh, yuh (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] I think it's that, give us that gat Whatever war you bring, just send me to Iraq I rap like my tongue was sitting on a match You struck by lightning, frightening, gotta be a Heisman Trophy, low-key, the one and only Slay a ho, play a ho like a oldie Yup, and I'm dope like Opie Um, so I'm out when the police Come, like a nut, I'm a nut For the bucks like a shotgun bust, and I bust Venom inside the brains of young dames Like Mr. Dash speaking to his kids on Jay- Z—We runnin' the game Y'all slipping like run in the rain Ya bitches running away from y'all to us In God we trust, at y'all we bust [Bridge: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Back to the realest shit, cop a car, mash that Crash that, then I'm back at the dealership Diamonds on my neck, diamonds on my left wrist Diamonds on my right wrist, damn it I'm the brightest Back to the realest shit Yeah, exclamation, fuck a explanation [Chorus: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce (Boom) Bounce Better watch yo (Lady) Yeah (Boom, boom) Yeah, uh (Boom, boom)