Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Recipe, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Recipe |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 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 aint 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 |
| 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 |
| aint nobody fucking with this |
| 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 |