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conversations.value: Write me a song called Code Red with the following description: The second song on Jay Rock’s 2011 début album “Follow Me Home” sees him give us an introduction to life in the city of Watts, California, where slanging hard rock and killing when the sun is out is the norm.
  Official Music Video:
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Bd5m929J10 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Motherfucker this is Watts, California
  Gangbang murder state
  [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  (What's up, Jay Rock?) Shit, just the same old same old
  Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope
  Project hustling, chasing them pesos
  It's a struggle everyday, man, you know how this shit goes
  But my demeanor'll never switch, cherry red beamer
  Gangbanged the fuck out, red rag around the nina
  No doubt, I'm living it
  Been claiming the set since the year found Snoop innocent
  Slanging hard rock when the rap game was ran by Timberlands
  The cortez is back, where's my strap?
  Lemme put a hole in 'em, and what's concealed in the black denim
  Will rock 'em to sleep like I babysit 'em
  I seen it all - loyalty, betrayal, envy
  My close homie died in my arms
  12 hundred project units under the sun
  Ain't about where you at, it's about where you're from
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Welcome to Watts, California
  Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
  You ain't prepared when it go down
  You already dead right about now
  Welcome to Watts, California
  Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
  If you're prepared when it go down
  Then you know it's Jay Rock turn now [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  The homie told me, "Put your feelings aside"
  But since I got signed I been feeling the Vibes
  Niggas play the background and screw they face all day
  Wanna walk in my shoes, wanna take my place
  So at any given time they might take my life
  So I take the .38 when I ride at night
  Broad day, no exempt, niggas kill you when the sun is out
  Make sure your gun is out or stay inside your mama house
  It's that real, you don't feel me yet?
  Fine, niggas, drop the beat and just let me vent
  No mask on, fuck around and kill your whole squad
  Be the last person you see before you meet God
  Keep the rifle on top of the tripod
  Aim art, if you live your body might need parts
  Jay Rock, putting it down for Top Dawg
  From the bottom to the top, we shooting straight to the stars
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Welcome to Watts, California
  Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
  You ain't prepared when it go down
  You already dead right about now
  Welcome to Watts, California
  Where we ain't scared to run up on ya
  If you're prepared when it go down
  Then you know it's Jay Rock turn now