KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Young Jeezy – War Is My Love

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
Didn’t know why til’ I said fuck all y’all
Or fuck this world, or I’ma fuck that girl
Good Kid, m.A.A.d city watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right it’s either that or life sentences
I’m relatives with Benjamin
I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent
Now what the fuck is up I’m at your neck like a pendleton
Nigga I need thought bitch I need thought
24 acres and a mule best believe that
They say he got smoked like where the weed at
And everything you hope bitch nigga we that
Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was ’95
Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it’s uncircumcised
Write a rap on how we just react when shot and hit the spine
Give you dap and then we slide through your hood 3 dozen times
So what’s good I’m looking for a pedicure
Pink Pussy that Pop, preferably the kind that don’t stink
Bomb ass head uh til’ she can’t blink
And her eyes get watery you gotta pardon me

[Hook]
I’m so damn turnt, when I’m in a two door with two hoes that follow me
And you know
Westside, right on time, tell em’ hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don’t fuck with you though
In my hood, getting to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto dawg but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunnin’ through your door uhh

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I woke up this morning like fuck the world
Been hustlin’ since I was 12, man I’ve been through hell
Now these muthafuckers is tryna’ tell me I don’t care
Trying to tell y’all muthafuckas look y’all wasn’t there
Turn posted up on the block, waiting for
For my niggas posted up in the county, praying for bail
You coulda cost your boy, aint mad it wasn’t cheap
Coming for a nigga just don’t sleep, shit for the week
Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I cop the check mane
Cause every time I speak you hear my Malcolm X pain
Now them doors go up on that Lamb’ they like judo
Don’t you like your bitches with an ass, I like you hoe
First them bitches see me, I’m gone, I’m like pluto
Plus I keep them choppers the same, they Mars Bruno
Brown bag full of cash babay, MCM
When they ask me my name I tell ‘em MC him, straight up

[Hook]

[Bridge]
All praise go to the most high
All phase turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets, after fucking with the police guaranteed
Last nigga did that died, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you
Wanna live with the AK, go for only 8k
Minus 6 racks, minus one on top of that
Maylay, snub him out then drag him out mouth like he date raped
Daytonas bending every corner while they say

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
And my teachers asked my woman, when she smiled I stick my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal
Snoop Doggy on my stereo
Some British nights or LA kids when glowing nights
Or Perry Ellis jacket, I would love a swapmeet full of
Chevrolets and candy paint, that’s wet with Tammy on the bumper
Can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
EBGC concert and a DJ Quik on cassette
Twenty years later, hi hater, I’m the fucking best

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Mc Eiht – m.A.A.d City

If Pirus and Crips all got along
They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I’m in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q]
“YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!”

[Hook]
“Man down
Where you from, nigga?”
“Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?”
“Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”
This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

[Verse 1]
Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I’m slingin crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog [?], and Yaya [?], YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand, where hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
That was back when I was nine
Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine
We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin for if you ain’t walkin up?
You fuckin punk, pickin up the fuckin pump
Pickin off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
Or warn the bullets comin from
AK’s, AR’s, “aye y’all. Duck.”
That’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in ’94. Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain’t no peace treaty, just pieces
BG’s up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
IV’s on top of IV’s
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you’re cornbread, or they’ll be calling your mother collect
They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city

[Hook]
“Man down
Where you from, nigga?”
“Fuck who you know, where you from my nigga?”
“Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”
This m.A.A.d city like, “Run, my nigga.”

[Bridge]
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They’d probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I’m in the street I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q]
“YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!

[MC Eiht]
Wake yo punk ass up!
It ain’t nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea
Real simple and plain
I’mma teach you some lessons about the street
It ain’t nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea
How we do

[Verse 2]
Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room in my momma’s pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga’s hopped out on foot and dashed
My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
I made a legion then made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won’t ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton’s human sacrifice

[Mc Eiht]
Cocaine, weed
Nigga’s been mixing shit since the 80′s loc
Shine sticks, buck nakeds
Make a nigga flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
One time’s crooked and shit
Block a nigga in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis
I’m still in the hood
Loc yeah that’s cool
The hood took me under so I follow the rules
But yeah that’s like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV’s with the fucking spraycan
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I’m finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
Mount up regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it’s so real
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and 10 grand’s where motherfuckers stand

[Kendrick Lamar]
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If I’m mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it’s safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that bitch with the pies
And the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough
Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what

[Skit]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. RZA – Ronald Reagan Era

We’re far from good
Not good from far
90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming we don’t give a fuck
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just aint alright

Oh shit niggas
Somethin’ bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court building
Hope the dogs don’t smell it

Welcome to vigilante
80′s so don’t you ask me
I’m hungry my body’s antsy
I’ll rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a [?] examine my orchestra
Granny said when I’m old enough
I’ll be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy fix ya panties
I’m Mr. Marcus, you gettin’ fucked, ugh
You aint heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, vicodins couldn’t ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelling freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula
Dragging the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it’s the 90′s
Bullet to your temple your homocide’ll remind me

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru’s aint nothing to fuck with
Compton es’s aint nothin’ to fuck with
But they fuck with me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Lets hit the county building gotta catch my check

Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighbourhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothafuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to drive it
I’m driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racin’ racing past johnny because he’s racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow torch
He blowing on stress, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin’ out the passenger
With calendars cause your date coming
Run ‘em down them he gun em down
I’m hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don’t mean nothin’ because

Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with
Bompton Piru’s aint nothing to fuck with
Compton es’s aint nothin’ to fuck with
But they fuck with me and bitch I love it

Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woop
Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop
(California dungeons)

Can’t detour when you at war with your city
Why run for?
Just ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right there
When you fight, don’t fight fair
Cause you’ll never win

Can’t detour when you at war with your city
Why run for?
Just ride with me, just die with me
That gun store, right there
When you fight, don’t fight fair
Cause you’ll never win
Yeah yeah yeah

Woah woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah wo-wo-wo-woah

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. U.N.I Skeme, Brown (of Sore Losers) – I Do This (Remix)

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
The homies say I’m the truest
The bitches think I’m the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch I do this

[Y-O]
Now I prefer women with some sexy toes
with no corns but enjoys eating vegetables
Seem like everybody love the role of assholes
But I’m feeling better being crowned with some bad hoes
Mr. Michael of [?] speaking
Fedora on the top, the black Abraham Lincoln
I hear they fell in love with my penis
Only concerned with my balls like Venus

[Thurz]
Huh, they say I’m rolling like a big shot
Kama Sutra missionary, fuck shit up on top
Say, I’m big time, Flavor Flav on a wristwatch
And all these chickens want that rooster, call it Big Cock
Co-co-co-cock that, aim and shoot that sure shot
U-N-I, T.D.E. be doing it so go head and hop
on that bandwagon of my genitals, not new to me
I’m still serving broads on my chest for gratuity

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
The homies say I’m the truest
The bitches think I’m the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch I do this
Bitch I do this
Bitch I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch I do this

[Skeme]
Oh Lord, here he come, there they go again
Kendrick got my cover fire, bitch I’m going in
Burn a swisher up, then I roll again
Ee-Jay and Weezy, just make sure that dough keep rolling in, hah!
Got the world going crazy
Big chrome .380 if a nigga try and play me
Nigga’s swag wavy, chauffeur got me car-pooling
So when it come to stunting, bitch I do it

[Brown]
Never been like you or wanted to be, I do me
She found out that I’m in a group, now she’s a groupie
Don’t need a watch that’s full of diamonds to know that it’s perfect timing
We be shining blue and brown and got that golden Gucci
Yeah, keep it simple stupid, all I see is trendy all around me
T.D.E. the movement, we Sore Losers out of Dallas County
Country accent, city fashion, lights are flashing on the cameras
Hoes are choosing me cause hating we ain’t, pimping, keep our balance

[Chorus 2]

[Kendrick Lamar]
These hoes want to love me mayne
So I’m like, what up? Uh what up?
Uh, bitch I do this remix stupid, fire burning, people looting
That’s the chaos, comes from K. Dot swinging swords and hanging nooses
Chunking deuces, then drop one, dropping music and I won
Call me hot or call me Pac, every eye on me and it’s obviously
I’m close as next to kingdom come, I just run my city dude
You just make your city run, they hate to be next to you
Tables turn, say you earn rights to be the God MC
I’m bout to make that halo burn, goddamn that’s some irony
I am the messiah of society
Beside of Halle Berry, feed me berries in Paris, oui-oui
I carry on a great endeavor, ambition leave all men grief
Like beliefs of Mason Betha, reporting from C-P-T motherfucker

Bitch I do this
Bitch I do this
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
Bitch I do this

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Jay Rock – Money Trees

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Me and my niggas tryna get it, you bitch
Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, you bitch
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know its vacant, you bitch
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool
I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bitch
Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bitch
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up, you bitch
A silver spoon I know you come from, you bitch
And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Everybody gon’ respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that’s just how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 at the school
You know big ballin with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality we poor, you bitch
Another casualty at war, you bitch
Two bullets in my uncle tony head
He said one day I’d be on tour, you bitch
That Louie’s Burger never be the same
A louis belt will never ease that pain
But I’mma purchase when that day is jerkin’
Pull off at Church’s with Pirelli’s skirtin’
Gang signs out the window, you bitch
Hoping all of em offend you, you bitch
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gone crash it when nobodies home

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Anna Wise]
Be the last one out to get this dough? , No Way
Love one of you bucket headed hoes?, No Way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No Way
Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I’m hustling
What else is a thug to do when you eatin’ cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n’em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stash
If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking blood
Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it’s all good
Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Gunplay – Cartoons & Cereal

I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight?
For you
Hey, whats up doc?

[Bridge]
Now I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what’s that worth
I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first
The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news
Looked in the mirror, then realized I-I-I had something to prove
You told me “Don’t be like me, just finish watching cartoons”
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room
And I run it

[Hook]
And I run it, yeah BLUH
Yes I run it, BLUH BLUH BLUH BLUH
I run it, BLUH BLUH BLUH BLUH
Yes I run it, I run it
Yeah BLUH yeah

[Gunplay]
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tomb
Let my life loose in this booth
Just for you, muthafucka, hope y’all amused

I run it BLUH, BLUH, BLUH, BLUH
And I run it BLUH, BLUH, BLUH, BLUH
Yeah Yeah BLUH
Yes I run it

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna ride
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell a story that I’ll never flourish 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
Young, that’s a covenant that I put on every tribe
Ain’t nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killa then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know
Lit a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til’ I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
A new Dame, one stripe, and you a zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don’t numb you a nun
Do things we’ll never learn soon
And the error where we wanna earn soon
That’s an error, you can smell it in the air
Everybody really doomed
That’s why I backed on you maa’fuckas
All yall can suck my dick
All them days that the county buildings
I”m bout to make my momma rich
Cartoons and (cereal)
I ain’t felt this (good since)
School mixed up (here we go)
Elementary hood shit

[Bridge + Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
Even with a pot to piss in
I’mma aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
Dismiss any business of yours
Discounts never did amount to a check
That ya ass couldn’t cash when the shit bounce
Everything dismounts, niggas gone flip that car
AK’s for the whole hood
House lit went down perfect
Two shots to the head he deserved it
Overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
Dark winged up, lost service
Mama said I’d better duck, she’s nervous
Drama hauled in the clutch, hit the curtains
I mean don’t intervene with no drum machine
This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin’
Emerging on everbody corner (dash for it)
Get a toe tag, when you play tac with a task of a new (task force)
Everybody wanna know my life
How did I make it (past yours)
Well let me tell you like this
I’ve been running this shit since (I asked for it)
Cartoons and cereal

[Intro]

[Gunplay]
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this booth just for you
Ma’fucka hope y’all amused!
I did wrong, karma came
Crackers gave me ball and chain
Friends, enemies all the same
State, fed, both can hang
Nobody can mute me, but I never said nobody can shoot me
Just another stat to the white folks
Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely!
Everyday feel like the one before
Hunt the money, don’t hunt the ho
If you do what you always done
Then you get what you always got
You number fools!
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
For about the past 72 hours
Hand on my heart, face to the hood
I pledge every word you ever heard was honest
Yeah this me, no mic
No cameras, no lights, just pain
Mama how much trauma can I sustain?
Dirty money come with lots of stains
Road to riches come with lots of lanes
Just another player with lots of game
Never had shit got lots to gain
Just another player with lots of game..
Never had shit got lots to gain

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Jay Rock – Money Trees

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Me and my niggas tryna get it, you bitch
Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, you bitch
Home invasion was persuasive
From nine to five I know its vacant, you bitch
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool
I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros
Then Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came on
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bitch
Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bitch
The only thing we had to free our mind
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
You looking like an easy come up, you bitch
A silver spoon I know you come from, you bitch
And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue

[Hook]
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you do
Everybody gon’ respect the shooter
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that’s just how I feel

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Dreams of living life like rappers do
Bump that new E-40 at the school
You know big ballin with my homies
Earl Stevens had us thinking rational
Back to reality we poor, you bitch
Another casualty at war, you bitch
Two bullets in my uncle tony head
He said one day I’d be on tour, you bitch
That Louie’s Burger never be the same
A louis belt will never ease that pain
But I’mma purchase when that day is jerkin’
Pull off at Church’s with Pirelli’s skirtin’
Gang signs out the window, you bitch
Hoping all of em offend you, you bitch
They say your hood is a pot of gold
And we gone crash it when nobodies home

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Anna Wise]
Be the last one out to get this dough? , No Way
Love one of you bucket headed hoes?, No Way
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No Way
Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets
Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping
Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving
My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him
Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I’m hustling
What else is a thug to do when you eatin’ cheese from the government
Gotta provide for my daughter n’em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch
Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch
Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stash
If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass
From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking blood
Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it’s all good
Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is
Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is
In the streets with a heater under my dungarees
Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Dr. Dre – Compton

[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 1]
Now everybody serenade the new fate of Kendrick Lamar
This is King Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it
My point intended is raw
Fix your lenses forensics woulda told you Kendrick got killed and pretend its a massacre
And the masses upon us
And I master being the the master at dodging your honour
And the chapter that read at 25, I will live dormant like 5 in the morning
Then raid your spot while Kendrick’s performing
And if they take everything know I got…

[Hook]
Compton, Compton
Ain’t no city quite like mine

(Hey Dre whats happening with it my nigga)

[Dr Dre - Verse 2]
Still I’m at it, peel the plastic off it
You could feel the magic
Still I’m laughing at the critics talking
I can see ‘em gagging when I’m back in the back of my city
Back in the back with a batch, I’m banging Dre Beats with me
Look where I’m at, it’s the murder cap’
And I’m captain at birth of this gangsta rap
It’s a wrap when I’m done
And I’ve come a long way from a hundred dollars a month
To a hundred mill in a day
Bitch I’m from..

[Hook]
Compton, Compton
Ain’t no city quite like mine

[Kendrick Lamar - Verse 3]
So come and visit, the tires screeching
Ambulance, policeman
Won’t you spend a weekend on Rosecrans nigga
Khaki crease and crime increasing on Rosecrans nigga
Kendrick Conan nigga
Where your sword at?
Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big, it’s Rasputia for you shooters
Kama sutra screaming fuck your position and make you hold that
I’m trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know Flex and piru crip tatts

They swarm on me like a beehive hoop in the G ride
From the west to the east side
Know just how Compton roll

[Dr Dre & Kendrick Lamar]
And that’s a given
I pass the blunt then pass the torch
Of course it’s my decision
I crashed the ports that you report
That you see me in Benzes
I must report that we import them narcotics

You bought it then talked about it when crack hit the speakers
The music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record depending on what you expected
I’m sure it’s bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in

[Hook]
Compton, compton
Ain’t no city quite like mine

[Dr Dre]
So tell that gangsta throw his set high
Roll it up in a blunt, I’mma take you on that next high
I did exactly what I wanted, that’s what made them checks fly…
In my direction, you never question when I said I…
Will be a mogul before I visit Tupac and Left Eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see ya we gon test drive
A Lambo in heaven but for now I’m on a red eye
Flying back to my city cause I forever stand by…

[Hook]
Compton, Compton
Ain’t no city quite like mine

[Kendrick Lamar]
Now we can all celebrate, we can all harvest the rap artist of NWA
America target a rap market, it’s controversy and hate
Harsh realities we in, made our music translate
To the coke dealers, the hood rich and the broke niggas that play
With them gorillas that know killers that know where you stay
Roll that kush, crack that case, 10 bottles of Rose
This was brought to you by Dre
Now every muthafucka in here say

Look who responsible for taking Compton international
I make ‘em holla oooooooh

Eh yo Just Blaze, good looking homie
(Just Blaze, just blaze)

Ain’t no city quite like mine

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Dr. Dre – The Recipe

Smoking weed with you…

[Dr Dre]
Every morning when I wake up
Uh, money on my mind
Good times and get caked up
Sunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living but
Really though, it’s never enough
10 milly on, that’s a must
Living in California, everybody wanna visit for…

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
women, weed and weather

These niggas’ll kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me, I make mills off that
How the fuck can’t ya’ll see I ride
When I drive, down the block and you look outside
H-A-T-E in your eyes
I enter big money for the enterprise
It’s a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it up, baby gon lift that dress
Then roll it up for me when I’m stressed

[Kendrick Lamar]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
women, weed and weather
for the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wh-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

[Kendrick Lamar]
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
3W’s only for a three day run
Bitch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you ain’t no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breath
I control, California living til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe cause she in the neon
Cause she on the BS before we can start
Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let ‘em know the priority order me
Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa
Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he,
On his job, boy he sure be havin’ them marks on they marks
Pretty bitches and tyre marks
Let ‘em inhale the pipe exhausts
Let ‘em reveal how much it cost
For this life controlling my vice
No way hell no, uh uh
If I’m wrong than I wanna be right
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
Sso the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degrees
and my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

[Hook]

[Dr Dre]
Known for that homegrown where I come from
Smoke one, palm trees
Double D’s got ‘em topless in the sun
I shall proceed, that’s me, muthafuck your opinion
How many ways am I killin’ ‘em
Shit, right around a billion
We on it, that mean we living for the moment
That mean she’ll fuck til the morning
Time and I got time and I know that I’m in a position of controlling anything
I buy that ocean, I’mma boss I’ll buy that ocean
Ain’t nobody fucking with this

[Kendrick Lamar]
They want that shit, they off your
I give it to ‘em but in between, my time
I gotta tie shoestrings
Life’s a trip when you want these things
I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W’s and life
You know blow job need an application
Eating pussy make appetite
And yeah my type, I like ‘em brown
Just like my drink, the fuck you think
I don’t fuck wit’ no hand me downs
See if you fuck than its after me
You know how much I’mma make it work?
You know her dress, her purse
When you discussed your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first
Cali

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Drake – Poetic Justice

Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell ‘em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I’m talking ’bout dark room, perfume
Go, go!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)
You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to you
And you’re in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my pen
Better yet when your friends and them
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y’all curled in that little bitty range I heard that
She wanna go and party, She wanna go and party
Nigga don’t approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain’t good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs
‘less I write it down for real, P.S

[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]
You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just know just know just know just know just
What you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song

[Verse 2: Drake]
I really hope you play this
Cause ol’ girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You’ve been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don’t make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you’re gonna need someone
When you figure out it’s all right here in the city
And you don’t run from where we come from
That sound like Poetic Justice, Poetic Justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more
And they say communication saves relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S…

[Hook]

[Verse 3 : Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve
Every letter is true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I’m talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, It’s you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, It’s you looking poor maybe
Call me crazy, We can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmm
That’s your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhmm
Breathe slow and you’ll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S…..

[Hook]

[Skit]
“I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem”
“Ay you over here for Sherane homie?”
“Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry”
“Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK? I’mma tell you where I’m from, you gon’ tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?”
“Enough with all this talkin”
“Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie”

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Alori Joh – Heaven & Hell

Mass hallucination baby
Ill education baby
Want to reconnect with your relations
This is your station baby

[Verse 1]
Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawals
Of a prisoner on his way
Trapped inside your desire
To fire bullets that stray
Track a tire just tell you I’m tired and ran away
I should ask a choir what do you require
To sing a song that acquire me to have faith
As the record spin I should pray
For the record I recognize that I’m easily prey
I got ate alive yesterday
I got animosity building
It’s probably big as a building
Me jumping off of the roof
Is just me playing it safe
But what am I supposed to do
When the topic is red or blue
And you understand that I ain’t
But know I’m accustomed to
Just a couple that look for trouble
And live in the street with rank
No better picture to paint than me walking from bible study
And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face
From a function that tooken place
They was wondering if I bang
Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks
I don’t mind because one day you respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic
And finally made decision to hold me against my will
It was like a head on collision that folded me standing still
I can never pick out the difference
? or cop on the bill
Every time you clock in the morning
I feel you just want to kill
All my innocence while ignoring my purpose
To persevere as a better person
I know you heard this and probably in fear
But what am I supposed to do
With the blinking of red and blue
Flash from the top of your roof
And your dog has to say proof
And you ask “lift up your shirt”
Cause you wonder if a tattoo
Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through
Gang files, but that don’t matter because the matter is racial profile
I heard them chatter: “He’s probably young but I know that he’s down”
Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vest
He don’t mind, he know we never respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
All I see in this room
20 Xanies and these ‘shrooms
Grown-up candy for pain
Can we live in the same society
It’s entirely stressful upon my brain
You hired me as a victim
I quietly hope for change
When violence is the rhythm
Inspired me to obtain
The silence in this room
With 20 Xanies and ‘shrooms
Some grown-up candy I lost it
I feel it’s nothing to lose
The streets sure to release the worst side of my best
Don’t mind, cause now you ever in debt
To good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Hook]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Anna Wise – Real

[Hook]
I do what I wanna do
I say what I wanna say
When I feel, and I…
Look in the mirror and know I’m there
With my hands in the air
I’m proud to say yea
I’m real, I’m real, I’m really really real [x4]

[Verse 1]
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they tell
Sweet lullabies that come with a smell
Of a dozen roses flippin’ down the green hill
You living in a world that come with plan B
Cause plan A never relay a guarantee
And plan C never could say just what it was
And your plans only can pan around love
You love him, you love them, you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You love red-bottom and gold they say queen
You love hand-bag on the waist of your jean
You love french tip and trip that pay for
You love bank slip that tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I promise that I know you very well
Your eyes never lie even if they fell
Out the sky and your optics? turn stale
Where they mow that’s green
I can see you fit the bill
Of living in a world that come with Plan B
Cause Plan A only can make another mistake
And you can’t see success coming from plan C
When it all breaks you, you still say you love me
And love them and love when you love her
You love so much, you love when love hurts
You love fast cars and their present is old
You love fast women
You love keepin’ control
Of everything you love, you love beef
You love streets, you love runnin’, duckin’ police
You love your hood, might even love it to death
But what love got to do with it when you don’t love yourself?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
The reason why I know you very well
Cause we have the same eyes can’t you tell
The days I tried to cover up and conceal
My pride, it only made it harder for me to deal
When living in a that come with plan B
A scapegoat cause plan A don’t come for free
And plan C just an excuse like because
Or the word “but”, but what if I got love
I love them, I love when I love her
I love so much, I love when love hurts
I love first verse cause you’re the girl I attract
I love second verse cause your the homie they packed
Burning like a stove top, they love cooking from scratch
I love what the both of you have to offer
In fact, I love it so much
I don’t love anything else
But what love got to do with it when I don’t love myself
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside the club
Should I hate her for watching me for that reason
Should I hate him for telling me that I’m season
Should I hate them for telling me ball out
Should I hate street credibility I’m talkin’ about
Hatin’ all money, power, respect in my will
I’m hatin’ the fact that none of that shit make me real

[Skit 1]
“… I ain’t trippin’ off that Dominos anymore, just calling, sorry to hear what happen to your homeboy, but don’t learn the hard way like I did homie”. “Any nigga can kill a man, that don’t make you a real nigga”. “Realness is responsibility, realness is taking care of your motherfucking family, realness is god, nigga”

[Hook]

[Skit 2]
“Alright that’s all I wanted to tell you, just make sure you call us back when you get this message. Here go your mom.”

“Boy you better have my jawn on full all this time you done had my damn car, but look I ain’t trippin. Look, the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends over there by the food for less, and they was preaching to you over there telling you about the good book because right about now that’s what ya’ll need. Oh, and Top Dawg called the house too. I guess they want you and Dave to come to the studio. But look, you take this music business serious, and put out something me and your dad can step to. Shit, you know we from Chicago you know that’s what we do.”

[Bridge]
Sing my song, it’s all for you [x16]

[Skit 2 Continued]
“If I don’t hear from you, by tomorrow… I hope you come back, and learn from your mistakes. Come back a man, tell your story to these black and brown kids in Compton. Let ‘em know you was just like them, but you still rose from that dark place of violence, becoming a positive person. But when you do make it, give back, with your words of encouragement, and that’s the best way to give back. To your city… And I love you Kendrick, if I don’t hear you knocking on the door you know why you said leave the key. Alright? talk to you later, bye.”

[Sound of a cassette tape being stopped and Fast forwarded.]

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Ashtro Bot, RZA – Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)

[Ashtro Bot]
We’re far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
with the top down screaming we don’t give a fuck
Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
cause the kids just ain’t alright

[Interlude]
Oh shit nigga, something bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty ki’s under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don’t smell it

[Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don’t you ask me
I’m hungry, my body’s antsy, I rip through your fucking pantry
Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
Granny said when I’m old enough, I’ll be sure to be all I can be
You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Pussy fix your panties, I’m Mr. Marcus, you getting fucked, uh
You ain’t heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn’t ease the pain
Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write
Strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Dragging the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P-90 like it’s the 90s
Bullet to your temple, you’re homicidal, remind me, that

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (RZA)]
Compton Crip niggas ain’t nothing to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain’t nothing to fuck with
Compton eses ain’t nothing to fuck with
But they fuck with me, and bitch I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)

[Kendrick Lamar]
Let’s hit the county building, gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I’m driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he’s racist
1987, the children on Ronald Reagan
raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch
(I’m really out here nigga) You blowing on stress hoping to ease the stress
(Like, really out here) He copping some blow, hoping that he can stretch
Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
with calendars, cause your day coming
Run him down and then he gun him down, I’m hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don’t mean nothing, because

[Chorus]

[Kendrick Lamar]
Can’t detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don’t fight fair, cause you’ll never win
(Right, I had the chopper and I tore they ass up)
Can’t detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don’t fight fair, cause you’ll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

[Outro]
We really out here my nigga, you niggas don’t understand my nigga
I’m off of pill and Remy Red my nigga, tripping my nigga

KENDRICK LAMAR – War Is My Love

[Verse 1]
Look inside my eyes and tell me you see a warrior
I never felt the feeling of euphoria
Pain forever, prolong the pros and cons of prosperity is strong
Wake up in the morning and I gotta win
Not taking the victory, that’s my only sin
And so I send a message to your messenger
A warning shot to let em know I’m serious
I’m ready for a war
When I roar it can break a glass window
The only thing for sure is the perfect way
To bend you on your back
Even if I gotta slither through the cracks
I can crack every code you deliver I attack
Every hole with a bomb squad sittin’ on the tripod
Even if he try hard, he can still die hard
Run but you can’t hide
White flags, you can pull ‘em out fast
And tell me your last goodbye

[Chorus]
I will, I will, climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I gotta lose? What I gotta prove?
I guess, war is my love

[Verse 2]
Make sure your next move is slick
Your best move is nothing
You know I take risk, dark clouds, I love it
Cause I can hide in the mist
Hop out and crushin’ every soldier you’re with
So I’m 6 for 6
I’m sick with determination, I’ll terminate ya quick
I lead the pack, I follow no rules, I see the traps
I know you’re close to fallin’ on your face
Unload, reload, hand me another case
Explode, explode
The fire of my eyes
Is waiting on your demise
I know you hope your help is close by

[Chorus]
I will, I will, climb the highest mountain
Before the flood comes
And all my fight is drowning in blood
What I gotta lose? What I gotta prove?
I guess, war is my love
War is my love
I guess, war is my love

KENDRICK LAMAR – XXL Freshman Freestyle

I return before tables get turned
It’s my turn, spur of the moment
They reproduce my sperm and try to clone it
Stand firm, bumping the The Firm ‘Phone Tap’, I’m on it
I slaughter every opponent to bits of components, potent
You can’t fuck with the horse power, you’re woofing too much
You’re bout to go hoarse coward as soon as I buss, pause
You put your hands on a broad, then telling me you can brawl
You thought you saw me when you saw ‘Saw’, frightening
More reckless than a paisa driving without license
Hitting your new truck, then leaving you hiking
They said no, the industry let it go
I cracked the window, they hit the back door like trick dices
Sticking and moving, and moving and sticking the prices
Upping the ante before I’m an antique
I promise you’ll hear me clear, even if you need three ears with Tyson
Gripping the panties, big booty, no whammies, they dyking
I’m liking them all, I’m sifting through panties, haters will spike it
Voicing opinions, but holding laryngitis
But I don’t hear ‘em, I’m a winner by law
Track ‘em down like a subway when they sub-par
Sub-zero every time I jump in the synagogue
Send an angel, send a God, I don’t make it look hard, I know
I just let the thoughts take its toll
More ‘sentences’ than Level IV yard
Bogard, go hard, black tar, concrete
Tom Vick, times Papi Mason, times three
Uncle Toms need toms to stomach atomic bombs, or die from my Wizardry
RZA, GZA, Method Man, I’m a ‘Killa Bee’
Killer be killed, make your embassy yield
This is not your cup of tea, and oh
They say waters run deep
Dive in Bermuda triangles and you’ll see us
We must, dust behind, emcee’s duck
Deduct, revenue decline when we touch-
down like a running back’s grind, can you keep up?
You keep a safe for keep-safe? That ain’t safe, bla!
Compton

KENDRICK LAMAR feat. Ab-Soul – P&P 1.5

“Gina, baby, I don’t have no money, and I don’t have no ends
Gina, I’m ass-out” [laughter]
“I’m going through something right now”
“I told you that”

[Kendrick Lamar]
Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?
Well alright

[Chorus 2X: Kendrick Lamar]
I’m going through something with life
where pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron make you feel alright
Pussy and Patron, that’s some great advice

[Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society’s
woes, let me go, let me shine a lil’ bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player’s Club
I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was ’05
That bitch was racist, got me fired, they rushed us then, I had no job
Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by association, story of my life nigga!
You gon’ make me flip, then split yo’ shit, judge give me life nigga!
Pain since my grandma’s death, uncle killed at Louie’s Burgers
Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, trench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin
Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream
So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullshit what you call it
Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry (“hey what’s up daddy?”)

[Chorus 2X]

[beat switches up]

“So what you wish me over here for?
How was your day?
Are you tipsy?”
Mhmm

[Kendrick Lamar - screwed vocals]
All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron
Give me that, won’t you give that? Once again it’s on
Bitch I’m swagged up, hoes bopping when I’m off that Screw
Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I’ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me
When you let me, when you let me…

[Kendrick Lamar - singing]
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That good shit stuff
I can’t get enough
If I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty
That good shit stuff
I can’t get enough
If I offend you…

[Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home
and caught that flat in the [?] flats
And it made me think when another car blinked
to change locations where we at
We often get lost in the ever-hard bottle
when attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow
Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit
Your car now due and you bout to get evicted
Two drugs surely, Patron, pussy, make it feel alright
But once it’s empty and the bitch leave, then it’s back to life
You can’t run from it, gotta run to it nigga
The antidote wouldn’t last and you knew it nigga
But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what’s her zodiac sign

[Chorus 2X]

[Ab-Soul]
Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step, man I hate to work for them
One time I tried to work for me, but that shit didn’t work for me
And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man
What to do? Nothing’s moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it
Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open
Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open
‘Soul, balls deep, ya dig?
Retrieve relief, ya dig?
Let’s kill a bottle of tequila
and lie butt-naked telling the truth, would ya?
What’s up? I had a long day and I really want to fuck
Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day
cause all I’ve been thinking the whole day…

[Chorus 2X]

[Kendrick Lamar - screwed vocals]
All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron
Give me that, won’t you give that? Once again it’s on
Bitch I’m swagged up, hoes bopping when I’m off that Screw
Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I’ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me
When you let me, when you let me…

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Art Of Peer Pressure

Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
Janky stash box when the Federales will roll up
Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
We on the mission for bad bitches in trouble
I hope the universe love you today
cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away
a flock of positive activists and fill their body with hate, if it’s necessary
Bumping Jeezy’ first album, looking distracted
Speaking language only we know, you think it’s an accent
The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it
Hot-boxing like George Foreman grilling the masses
of the working world, we pulled up on a bunch of working girls
and asked them what they working with, look at me
I got the blunt in my mouth, usually I’m drug-free
But shit, I’m with the homies

(Yeah nigga, we off of pill and Remy Red
Come through and bust ya head nigga)
Me and the homies
(Sag all the way to the liquor store
where my niggas pour up fo’ and get twisted some more)
Me and the homies
(I ride for my motherfucking niggas
Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in)
Me and the homies
(Matter of fact, I hope out that motherfucker
and be like, do-do-do-do! Do-do-do-do-do!)

It’s 2:30 and the sun is beaming
Air conditioner broke, and I hear my stomach screaming
Hungry for anything unhealthy, and if nutrition can help me
I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eating
We speeding on the 4-0-5, passing Westchester
You know the light-skinned girls in all their little dresses, good Lord
They knew we weren’t from round there
cause every time we down there, we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim cards
Bougie bitches with no extensions
Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
Before we sparked the conversation
We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like, then started interrogating
I never was a gangbanger
I mean I never was stranger to the folk neither, I really doubt it
Rush a nigga quick, and then we laugh about it
That’s ironic cause I’ve never been violent
until I’m with the homies

(Just riding, just riding)
Me and the homies
(Bullshitting, acting a fool)
Me and the homies
(Tripping, really tripping)
Me and the homies
(Just riding, just riding, just riding)

Bragging bout the episode we just had
A shot of Hennessy didn’t make me feel that bad
I’m usually a true firm believer of bad karma
Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya
We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
Quick to turn it up, beefing if we ain’t got the CD in
But Jeezy still playing and our attitude is still, nigga what is you saying?
Pull in front of the house that we’ve been camping out for like two months
The sun is going down as we take whatever we want
I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then made a left, we was just circling life
My mama called, kicking it
I should have told her I’m probably bout to catch my first offense
with the homies

[police sirens ring]

But they made a right, then made a left, then made a right
Then another right
One lucky night with the homies

(And this is the art of peer pressure
This is the art of peer pressure)
Me and the homies
(This is the art of peer pressure
This is the art of peer pressure)
Me and the homies
(And this is the art of peer pressure
This is the art of peer pressure)
Me and the homies
(This is the art of peer pressure
This is the art of peer pressure)

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Jig Is Up (Dump’n)

Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower
Me and my niggas (Live forever)
3 eyes to my alumni
Feel this
I wanna hear it, turn me up (My niggas on point, game tight)
Turn me up a little bit more nigga (My niggas on point, game tight)
My nigga Cole in this motherfucker. Wassup nigga?
(My niggas on point, game tight)
There we go yeah, turn me up

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Picture plenty pussies throwing pelly guns at me
Paranoia making it more than difficult for me to sleep
Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold, I know I got
But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of Hip-Hop
So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block
My niggas dump’n out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)
Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too
Me, KDOT, put TNT inside my suit
Walk inside the label, struck a match, and then I blew, bomb
C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere
I got three hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière
Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven’s stair
Walking inside Hell’s dungeons, I just might derail something
They pussies, I smell something
You douche on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies
I push on gas on the Mercedes, nigga
Came in this game with a Rolie chain and a dream
Became reality, made some casualties, my choppers scream

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar (x2)]
And now we dump’n out the roof, (Do-do-do-do-do)
Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too
Me, KDOT, put TNT inside my suit
Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop
Or your bitch won’t drop, knees when my shit drop
You’re too infatuated with the fucking numbers
Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer
I come from Compton, we ain’t have it all
Smoke a space inside the cafeteria hall
And I’m putting fear in you all
See your skeletons shaking
Jump out your body, you Ricky Bobby until you naked
Y’all pray to God this week I be putting out bombs
I pray to God this beat is good enough for Shyne
If not J. Cole, your shit is trash
But at least my opinion just made everyone laugh
This is where we at? I guess it’s entertainment
I guess this is speculation making a classic came with
If I ain’t have the patience I’d probably self destruct
Real people want real music, the jig is up

[Hook in the background x7]
My niggas won’t put guns up

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar & J. Cole]
Your worst fear is confirmed
We love that you crashed and burned
The real is back
K. Dot it’s your turn, take your victory lap
King Cole salutin’ Compton’s own King Kendrick
Thats the sky is falling, the wind is calling
Stand for something or die in the morning
The city hail King Kendrick Lamar
The world hail King Kendrick Lamar

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar (x2)]

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
This is my life and I look at it like its my last
And I’m lookin’ right past the future as I reminisce on my past
And I don’t even think how I used to, my mind is on rocket blast
And I don’t even drink like I used too, and I don’t even smoke
So you know this natural flow is for users since they want to go to rehab
Lookin’ at the coke that he had, matter fact that followers bother them
Then but I won’t say my bad, see I just lay in the cut
Watch the product stack up, motherfucker what what
See now we dump’n out the roof

KENDRICK LAMAR – The Relevant

I’m tired of doing it
the same way, gotta flip it before I ruin it
Make it all make sense ‘fore you put your two in it
Opinions get thrown out the window with Ron Browz
So turn me up loud so the world can hear
And when your favorite rapper rapping you should cover your ears
and go death, go death I said
Go death and stay dead, a shot to the forehead to kill ‘em
But I ain’t here for no ignorance
I’m militant as Martin Luther King and a penalty
Aiming for my dreams till a bullet bounce off
one of my deep thoughts and hit a nigga in the spleen
I’ve got in it my genes, you probably think I’m talking bout a pistol
but I’m talking bout the blood of a warrior
My nigga, what you worry for? I ain’t tryna jock your swag
I’m tryna better my craft and stay relevant, yeah

[Chorus]
As time flies, hope that I’m soaring
Far from the boring, I’ma
tell you why, it’s important
I’m not the boring, I’ma
If I think and act like you do
the world will die from not seeing something new
And if I don’t speak on how I feel
the world will lose out on what’s really real
And if I should die before I wake
I pray my music could take my place
in the world… The Relevant

I’d rather you call me that
than a typical artist you call wack
on a YouTube blog holding ARs and stacks
of ones, but never could be the one
to rally communities or lead a crowd of blacks
Passion is too strong, I’m pissed off
So there’s a chance you get pissed on, R. Kelly was in the wrong
But that don’t make you an exempt
That don’t make you a no-go from hitting the fence
You ain’t a blood and damn sure you ain’t a crip
The crowd yell “hoe” but I ain’t a pimp
I’m me, I’m free as a five-finger discount
See you on the flip side right after I dismount
If I ever feel like I ain’t pushing myself
I’ll find a cliff, then push myself off the edge
like a barber at the tip of your head
That’s how I settle it, life or death if I ain’t relevant, nigga

[Chorus]

So feel free to not mind me
if you’re used to boosters, drug dealers and shooters on wax
Cause most of y’all niggas fabricate facts anyway
I could easily cheat and let the four-four play like a two-on-two orgy
But I’ve been there and it bores me
Got to the point where it did nothing for me
At forty I want to afford not to record bullshit in my story
And I’m mad young, so I’d rather do it now before my career’s done
This is pain plus glory, victory is here
If I cried, you could see strength and pride in my tears
I do it for the kids
I do it for the twenty-three hour lockdowns doing time in the pen
And my pen is the only thing I got for Hip Hop to change the game
and they’ll remember my name as The Relevant

[Chorus]

KENDRICK LAMAR – Sherane A.K.A Master Splinter’s Daughter

Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will ask that Jesus will come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
Thank you Lord Jesus for saving me with your precious blood
In Jesus name, Amen

[Verse 1]
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central
she had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel
I want to ride like Arabians
Push an ’04 Mercedes-Benz
“Hello my name is Kendrick”
She said “No, you’re handsome”
Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing
Ciara had played in the background
The parade music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
“Where you stay?”
She said “Down the street from Dominguez High”
Okay, I know that’s borderline Compton or Paramount
“Well is it Compton?”
“No,” she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and
Strictly had one of her thighs around me
Seventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental
My motive was rather sinful
“What you trying to get into?”
She didn’t tell, just gave me her Nextel
Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well

[Verse 2]
The summer had passed and now I’m liking her
Conversation we having probably enticing her
Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless we’ll fuck cause the trife in us
It’s deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact it’s much louder where I’m from
We know a lot bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her younger two brothers
Her favorite cousin Demetrius has a reputable
History of gang banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from getting a nut
I wanna come over, what’s up?
That’s what I told her soon as this episode
Of Martin go off
I’m trying to get off
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart
Grab my momma’s keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy

[Verse 3]
So now I’m down Rosecrans in a caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man
I’m thinking bout that sex,
thinking bout her thighs or maybe kissing on her neck,
or maybe what positions next
Sent her pictures of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at ‘em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch of a woman she’s a masseuse
And I’m a professional porn star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom
I’, hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem
I’m two blocks away 250 feet and six steps from where she stay
She waving me ‘cross the street
I pulled up a smile on my face
And then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies
I froze as my phone rang