Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter, artist - Kendrick Lamar. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 dancin' |
| Ciara had played in the background |
| The parade music we made had us all wearin' 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 battin' her eyes |
| And strictly had wanted her thighs around me |
| Seventeen, with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental |
| My motive was rather sinful |
| «What you tryin' to get into?» |
| She didn’t tell, just gave me her Nextel |
| Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer, and well |
| The summer had passed, and now I’m likin' her |
| Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her |
| Who could imagine? |
| Maybe my actions will end up wifin' her |
| Love or lust, regardless we’ll fuck, 'cause the trife in us |
| It’s deep-rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb |
| Is 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’s irrepetible |
| Family history of gang bangin' did make me skeptical |
| But not enough to stop me from gettin' 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 tryin' to get off |
| I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of bein' thirsty |
| Probably could hurt me, but fuck it, I got some heart |
| Grab my momma’s keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy |
| So now I’m down Rosecrans in a Caravan |
| Passin' 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 thinkin' about that sex, thinkin' about her thighs |
| Or maybe kissin' on her neck, or maybe what position’s next |
| Sent a picture of her titties blowin' 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’m hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem |
| I’m two blocks away, 250 feet |
| And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' 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 |
| Please leave your message for 323- |
| Record your message after the tone |
| Kendrick, where you at? |
| Damn! |
| I’m sittin' here waitin' on my van |
| You told me you was gon' be back in fiffteen minutes! |
| I gotta go to the county buildin, man |
| These kids ready to eat! |
| I’m ready to eat, shit |
| I gotta get them food stamps, come on now |
| You on you way or what? |
| I hope you ain’t out there messin' with them damn hood-rats out there, shit, |
| especially that crazy-ass girl Sherane |
| Plus you got school tomorrow |
| You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain’t gon' pass to the next grade, |
| 11th grade |
| (Is that Kendrick on the phone?) |
| Yo' daddy hollerin' about some damn dominoes |
| He want to holler at you too |
| Go 'head, Kenny, go! |
| Shit |
| (Hello? Yeah, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?) |
| Kenny! |
| (What?) You on his voicemail! |
| Damn fool (Oh) Shit! |
| (K, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? |
| This the second time I ask you to bring my fuckin' dominoes!) |
| Kenny, give me the damn phone, shit. |
| Don’t hang up! |
| Damn! |
| (Keep losin' my damn dominoes, we gon' have to go in the backyard and squab, |
| homie) |
| Just let me— Kendrick |
| When you get this message, man, call me back |
| I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car |
| This man fussin' about some damn dominoes |
| It ain’t all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes |
| Shit, I’ma miss my damn appointment! |
| Fuck! |
| Fuck them damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that |
| (Nobody wanna hear yo' ass! |
| Matter of fact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on |
| You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe) |