conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Goin’ Down with the following description: The third track from Jay Rock’s debut tape, and the first to feature fellow Black Hippy member and TDE label-mate, Kendrick Lamar (known then as K. Dot).
  This song features a loop of a woman saying “down. down” every 4 lines.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  K. Dot, got this fiend saying, Baby
  Man we got that got shit over there
  Watts finest, and the Hub City's threat, lets go
  [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  On the table, I'm chopping rocks
  My price is right, you could come on
  Nigga, dimes n dubs
  Just bring me your bucks
  I'll hook you up with weed, dope or angel dust
  My burner talk I'm goin'
  To the block where the holdin' them
  This place is popping 'till she put the chickens in the kitchen
  Can't  sell dope forever, but I gotta make a living
  Running your mouth it's goin'
  Sold your soul, gotta get shot
  Yeah, yeah the code of the streets
  Never talk to police
  Don't even talk dog
  Forever hold your peace
  Feds at ya door, it's goin'
  Kicked in your door, get on the floor, get
  They found all of your dope, now you gotta go
  To the federal penitentiary dog, for ten or more
  In the hood it's goin'
  Rock's settin up shop is goin'
  I got that ghetto white
  Customers light your pipes
  Come to the back door
  I got what you like
  I you know where it's at come
  Rock and K. Dot will hold you (down), Tell 'em Dot [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar and (Jay Rock)]
  If you want us come see us
  Backdoor procedures
  We got what you need
  As our profit increases
  Walking from Centennial, going home like
  Straight down Central, got banged on
  I ain't even have the pistol
  If death was the issue
  This shit, I guess it will be a sad song
  So I'm thinking to myself like down
  They bust a u-turn, so I know I'm goin'
  I ain't no bitch or nothing
  But if they just start jumping
  I got no heat, so fuck it, I'ma start running
  Before them shots come flying
  Call my nigga Ralo like
  Hold a nigga (down)
  He ain't had no minutes
  So a nigga just hopping fences
  But if I do get popped, I hope he'll be a witness
  But luckily he turned around
  I got home like safe and sound
  Now I'm back to the block
  Where my uncle was [?] dishing off the rock
  Stay ducking them cops
  Cause you know they will lock a nigga
  For them small grams, or them pounds
  But they won't stop my profit
  Or get in my pockets
  (Even if it means a nigga gotta) sell narcotics
  (We gonna hold shit)
  (Open up shop across) town
  Cause we gonna get this cream
  No matter how hard it seems
  We gonna do it together see were a team
  (Rock)