| Everybody, everybody, everybody
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| Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down
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| And listen to this true mothafuckin' story
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| Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch
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| Smokin' on the finest dope, ay-ay-ay-ah
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| Drank until I can’t no mo', ay-ay-ay-ah
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| Really I’m a sober soul
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| But I’m with the homies right now
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| And we ain’t askin' for no favors
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| Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah
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| Really, I’m a peacemaker
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| But I’m with the homies right now
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| And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say)
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| One day it’s gon' burn you out (Woo)
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| One day it’s gon' burn you out, out, out
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| One day it’s gon' burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you)
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| One day it’s gon' burn you
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| But I’m with the homies right now
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| Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
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| A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda
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| Janky stash box when the federales’ll roll up
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| Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
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| We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble
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| I hope the universe love you today
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| 'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away
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| A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate
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| If it’s necessary; |
| bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted
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| Speakin' 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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| Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses
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| Of the workin' world; |
| we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls
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| And asked them what they workin' with
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| Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth
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| Usually I’m drug-free, but, shit, I’m with the homies
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| Yeah, nigga, we off a 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 4 and get twisted some more
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| Me and the homies
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| I ride for my mothafuckin' 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 hop out that mothafucka
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| And be like «doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!»
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| It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin'
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| Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin'
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| Hungry for anything unhealthy
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| And if nutrition can help me
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| I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eatin'
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| We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester
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| You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses
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| Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from 'round there
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| 'Cause every time we down there
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| We pullin' 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 a conversation
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| We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like
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| Then started interrogatin'
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| I never was a gangbanger, I mean
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| I never was stranger to the fonk 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 ridin', just ridin')
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| Me and the homies
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| (Bullshittin', actin' a fool)
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| Me and the homies
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| (Trippin', really trippin')
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| Me and the homies
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| (Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin')
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| Braggin' '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, even if we ain’t got the CD in
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| But Jeezy still playin'
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| And our attitude is still «nigga, what is you sayin'?»
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| Pull in front of the house
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| That we been campin' out for like two months
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| The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want
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| Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe!
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| Ayy, nigga, I think there’s somebody in this room!
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| Wait, what?!
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| Nigga, there’s somebody in this room!
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| I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
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| DVD’s, plasma-screen TV’s 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 circlin' life
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| My mama called: «Hello? |
| What you doin'?» |
| — «Kickin' it.»
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| I shoulda told her I’m probably 'bout to catch my first offense
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| With the homies
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| But — they made a right, then made a left
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| Then made a right, then another right
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| One lucky night with the homies
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| K. Dot, you faded, hood?
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| Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded |
| I think he hit the wrong blunt though
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| Ooh, which one?
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| Well, which one he talkin' about?
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| I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it
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| I pray he ain’t hit that
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| Nah, that nigga straight, he ain’t hit that one
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| Got the shenanigans? |
| Give that nigga the shenanigans!
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| Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe
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| Nigga, for what?
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| What that nigga— what’s that Jeezy song say, nigga?
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| «Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!»
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| Yeah, yeah, that shit right there
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| I’m tryna be the nigga in the street
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| There he go. |
| Man, you don’t even know how the shit go
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| Look, here’s the plan, luv
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| We gon' use the kickback as a alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out,
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| complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park
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| 'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight
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| That’s what he’s not gon' do
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| Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30
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| That’s straight, but we should meet up around 12
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| I’m tryna fuck on somethin' too
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| Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down!
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| Nigga, you ain’t doin' shit tonight!
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| Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car!
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| We finna get active! |