Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
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A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
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Janky stash box when the Federales will roll up
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Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
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We on the mission for bad bitches in trouble
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I hope the universe love you today
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cause the energy we bringing sure to carry away
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a flock of positive activists and fill their body with hate, if it's necessary
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Bumping Jeezy' first album, looking distracted
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Speaking language only we know, you think it's an accent
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The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it
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Hot-boxing like George Foreman grilling the masses
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of the working world, we pulled up on a bunch of working girls
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and asked them what they working with, look at me
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I got the blunt in my mouth, usually I'm drug-free
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But shit, I'm with the homies
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(Yeah nigga, we off of pill and Remy Red
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Come through and bust ya head nigga)
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Me and the homies
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(Sag all the way to the liquor store
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where my niggas pour up fo' and get twisted some more)
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Me and the homies
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(I ride for my motherfucking niggas
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Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in)
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Me and the homies
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(Matter of fact, I hope out that motherfucker
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and be like, do-do-do-do! Do-do-do-do-do!)
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It's 2:30 and the sun is beaming
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Air conditioner broke, and I hear my stomach screaming
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Hungry for anything unhealthy, and if nutrition can help me
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I'll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eating
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We speeding on the 4-0-5, passing Westchester
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You know the light-skinned girls in all their little dresses, good Lord
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They knew we weren't from round there
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cause every time we down there, we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim cards
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Bougie bitches with no extensions
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Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
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Before we sparked the conversation
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We seen three niggas in colors we didn't like, then started interrogating
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I never was a gangbanger
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I mean I never was stranger to the folk neither, I really doubt it
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Rush a nigga quick, and then we laugh about it
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That's ironic cause I've never been violent
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until I'm with the homies
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(Just riding, just riding)
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Me and the homies
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(Bullshitting, acting a fool)
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Me and the homies
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(Tripping, really tripping)
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Me and the homies
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(Just riding, just riding, just riding)
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Bragging bout the episode we just had
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A shot of Hennessy didn't make me feel that bad
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I'm usually a true firm believer of bad karma
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Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya
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We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
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Quick to turn it up, beefing if we ain't got the CD in
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But Jeezy still playing and our attitude is still, nigga what is you saying?
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Pull in front of the house that we've been camping out for like two months
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The sun is going down as we take whatever we want
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I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
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DVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunk
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We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
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Then made a left, we was just circling life
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My mama called, kicking it
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I should have told her I'm probably bout to catch my first offense
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with the homies
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[police sirens ring]
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But they made a right, then made a left, then made a right
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Then another right
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One lucky night with the homies
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(And this is the art of peer pressure
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This is the art of peer pressure)
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Me and the homies
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(This is the art of peer pressure
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This is the art of peer pressure)
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Me and the homies
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(And this is the art of peer pressure
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This is the art of peer pressure)
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Me and the homies
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(This is the art of peer pressure
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This is the art of peer pressure)
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The Art Of Peer Pressure
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| Kendrick Lamar |
