Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song County Building Blues, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
County Building Blues |
| When we grow up we gon go and get us a million |
| Spend it all in front of the county building |
| Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane |
| When we grow up we gon go and get us a million |
| Spend it all in front of the county building |
| Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane |
| (Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was…) |
| I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac |
| Was on Rosecrans in that burgerstand at '95 |
| People staring at 'em in amazement |
| Reservations at the Days Inn |
| We was living out a hotel at the time |
| Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried |
| Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move |
| When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job |
| Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it’s a mansion |
| Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing |
| Howling at the moon, what’s a pack of hungry babies? |
| Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies |
| Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers |
| But never make the visit, if better days was on its way |
| Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn |
| So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn |
| (Oh yeah, I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?) |
| And all the ghetto children in the world say, «that's my car» |
| All the ghetto boys say, «that's my car» |
| All the ghetto girls say, «that's my car» |
| When we grow up, when we grow up |
| Ghetto children in the world say, «that's my car» |
| All the ghetto boys say, «that's my car» |
| All the ghetto girls say, «that's my car» |
| When we grow up, when we grow up |
| (Nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?) |
| Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety |
| Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty |
| Seven, do the math, ‘92, don’t you be lazy |
| Looking out the window, notice all the essentials |
| Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle |
| Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental |
| Insurance ‘cause we ‘bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you? |
| I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials |
| Of a scholar but, shit, not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take |
| Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks |
| They did invasions while helicopters recorded it |
| Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers |
| Say that you got me, if not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it |
| The swap meet was the bulls' eye like Tauruses |
| Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is |
| «Papa, you really telling me we can just get some more of it |
| If we run out?» |
| He said, «Lil' nigga, today the poor is rich |
| Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb |
| If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget |
| Bitches ain’t shit, hoes ain’t neither |
| Niggas gon' snitch, watch the company you keeping |
| And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it |
| Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots» |
| (That's right the mothafuckin' Rodney King… |
| You was with your daddy on Bullis Road) |
| When we grow up we gon go and get us a million |
| Spend it all in front of the county building |
| Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane |
| When we grow up we gon go and get us a million |
| Spend it all in front of the county building |
| Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane |