f/ Young Jeezy
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
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I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
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Didn't know why til' I said fuck all y'all
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Or fuck this world, or Ima fuck that girl
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Good Kid, m.A.A.d city watch my day unfurl
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I put my life in these sentences
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Fucking right it's either that or life sentences
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I'm relatives with Benjamin
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I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent
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Now what the fuck is up I'm at your neck like a pendleton
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Nigga I need that bitch I need that
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24 acres & a mule best believe that
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They say he got smoked like where the weed at
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And everything you hope bitch nigga we that
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Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was '95
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Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's uncircumcised
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Write a rap on how we just react when shotti hit the spine
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Give you dap and then we slide through your hood 3 dozen times
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So what's good I'm looking for a pedicure
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Pink Pussy that Pop, preferably the kind that don't stink
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Bomb ass head uhh til' she can't blink
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And her eyes get watery you gotta pardon me
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[Hook]
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I'm so damn turnt, wheelin' in a two door with two hoes that follow me
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And you know Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
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Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though
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And my hood, getting to the money, the pedal never broke
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Came a long way from the ghetto dawg but
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Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
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Eastside, right on time, gunnin' through your door uhh
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[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
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I woke up this morning like fuck the world
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Been hustlin' since I was 12, man I've been through hell
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Now these motherfuckers is tryna' tell me I don't care
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Trying to tell y'all muthafuckas look y'all wasn't there
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Turn posted up on the block, waiting for mail
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For my niggas posted up in the county, praying for bail
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You could have cost your boy everything, saying man it wasn't cheap
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Coming for a nigga just don't sleep
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Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I cop the check mane
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Cuz every time I speak you hear my Malcolm X pain
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Now them doors go up on that lamb they like judo
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Don't you like your bitches with an ass, I like you ho
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First them bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm like pluto
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Plus I keep them choppers the same, they Mars Bruno
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Brown bag full of cash babay, MCM
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When they ask me my name I tell 'em MC him, straight up
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[Hook]
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[Bridge]
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All praise go to the most high
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All phase turn into a drive-by
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Part ways from the streets, after fucking with the police gauranteed
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Last nigga that did that died-- don't you, don't you, don't you
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Wanna live with the AK, go for only 8k
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Minus 6 racks, minus one on top of that
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Maylay, ? mouth and druggy mouth like a date rape
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Daytonas bending every corner while they say
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
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Then my teachers asked my woman, when she smiled I stick my tongue in
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Plus some cartoons and some cereal
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Snoop Doggy on my stereo
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Some British nights
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Or LA Gears with glowing lights
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Or Perry Ellis jacket
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I would love a swapmeet full of
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Chevrolets in candy paint, that's wet with Tammy on the bumper
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Can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
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EBGC concert and a DJ Quik on ? cassette
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Twenty years later, "Hi hater, I'm the fucking best"
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[Hook]
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Westside, Right On Time
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| Kendrick Lamar |
