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[Kendrick Lamar] |
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Reporting live, from Compton, California |
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North Cackalack |
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Now everybody just bow to the greatness, or die in the matrix |
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You're hereby dating, my destiny's waiting |
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My itinerary is very hectic |
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I break records on every record, I'm truly reckless |
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Kendrick Lamar, know how to maul with my wrist |
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Shout to writers for holding it down ******* |
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Me and my down *******, get busy |
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I'm busy taking over, the world |
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with the weight of the world on my shoulder |
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My drive is not to be chauffeured |
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I'm live, come to the harvest, welcome the artist |
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whose lyrics out of the orbit, more than the hardest rapper |
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to hit the market and market myself as a shooting target |
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with offers that got me up in these offices often |
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Boo-yaa, boo-yaa, no one, I've done situated myself, I ain't lying |
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Be sure to be friend cause my foes die five times |
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The good kid from the mad city |
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Holding a cereal box instead of a Glock |
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In a 1992 Caddilac that I got from my pops |
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Transmission slipping, but I ain't tripping, swallow my pride |
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Pop in my tape and roll the window, down |
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like Stacie homie when airing out endo |
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I wish a ******* would |
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[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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Kendrick, show these muh'******s how we rock |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop |
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Big Pooh, show these muh'******s how we rock |
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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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Yo, it's evident, I'm evidently your favorite |
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All I ask, open your ears and please savor it |
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The taste is un-acquired, quietly, been inspired |
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I'm at a point in my life when I was getting tired |
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Now I'm bru*******ng off the dust |
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We don't need no water, fire burned it to the dust |
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******* grind hard, roaches turning into musk |
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People hear his pain, I consider that a plus |
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I'm a grown man, so a few I have trust to Do the Right Thing |
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The Spike thing, consider me the in-between |
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The new regime taking over |
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Either we each other's opposition or you soldier |
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Used to have the whole state of NC on my shoulder then I passed it |
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off to the next, you unlucky bastard |
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I'm getting drunk same time every year |
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to celebrate the life, Rosie no longer here |
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I swear |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kendrick Lamar] |
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Me and Big Pooh like the definition of a two-man city zoo |
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Even zoos can beat up from punchlines |
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When I kick it and pump mine, I've got to be a prophet |
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I've gotta make a profit big enough to have a thirty pound wallet |
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I'm a Hub City representer, so I've got to represent the |
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city like a District Attorney being the case for killers |
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Might walk around in gurney, this is my sickest winter |
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since I had the flu and flew in the hospital with the *******vers |
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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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U-P-S, I (deliver) |
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Little brown boy get the pick of the litter |
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No glitter, all guts, no glory |
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Station on repeat, they retread the same story |
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New *******s bore me, tryna progress to that old *******t |
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Have a plate, that food for your soul tip |
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Drill it in your head, youngun it's that real Hip- |
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Hop along 'fore you get your little ass whipped |
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[Chorus] |
