Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Art of Peer Pressure , by - Kendrick Lamar. Release date: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Art of Peer Pressure |
| Everybody, everybody, everybody |
| Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down |
| And listen to this true mothafuckin' story |
| Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch |
| Smokin' on the finest dope, ay-ay-ay-ah |
| Drank until I can’t no mo', ay-ay-ay-ah |
| Really I’m a sober soul |
| But I’m with the homies right now |
| And we ain’t askin' for no favors |
| Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah |
| Really, I’m a peacemaker |
| But I’m with the homies right now |
| And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say) |
| One day it’s gon' burn you out (Woo) |
| One day it’s gon' burn you out, out, out |
| One day it’s gon' burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you) |
| One day it’s gon' burn you |
| But I’m with the homies right now |
| Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota |
| A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda |
| Janky stash box when the federales’ll roll up |
| Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor |
| We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble |
| I hope the universe love you today |
| 'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away |
| A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate |
| If it’s necessary; |
| bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted |
| Speakin' language only we know, you think it’s an accent |
| The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it |
| Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses |
| Of the workin' world; |
| we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls |
| And asked them what they workin' with |
| Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth |
| Usually I’m drug-free, but, shit, I’m with the homies |
| Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red |
| Come through and bust ya head, nigga! |
| Me and the homies |
| Sag all the way to the liquor store |
| Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more |
| Me and the homies |
| I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas |
| Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in |
| Me and the homies |
| Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka |
| And be like «doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!» |
| It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin' |
| Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin' |
| Hungry for anything unhealthy |
| And if nutrition can help me |
| I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eatin' |
| We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester |
| You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses |
| Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from 'round there |
| 'Cause every time we down there |
| We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards |
| Bougie bitches with no extensions |
| Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination |
| Before we sparked a conversation |
| We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like |
| Then started interrogatin' |
| I never was a gangbanger, I mean |
| I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it |
| Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it |
| That’s ironic, 'cause I’ve never been violent |
| Until I’m with the homies |
| (Just ridin', just ridin') |
| Me and the homies |
| (Bullshittin', actin' a fool) |
| Me and the homies |
| (Trippin', really trippin') |
| Me and the homies |
| (Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin') |
| Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had |
| A shot of Hennessy didn’t make me feel that bad |
| I’m usually a true firm believer of bad karma |
| Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya |
| We tryna conquer the city with disobedience |
| Quick to turn it up, even if we ain’t got the CD in |
| But Jeezy still playin' |
| And our attitude is still «nigga, what is you sayin'?» |
| Pull in front of the house |
| That we been campin' out for like two months |
| The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want |
| Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe! |
| Ayy, nigga, I think there’s somebody in this room! |
| Wait, what?! |
| Nigga, there’s somebody in this room! |
| I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo |
| DVD’s, plasma-screen TV’s in the trunk |
| We made a right, then made a left, then made a right |
| Then made a left, we was just circlin' life |
| My mama called: «Hello? |
| What you doin'?» |
| — «Kickin' it.» |
| I shoulda told her I’m probably 'bout to catch my first offense |
| With the homies |
| But — they made a right, then made a left |
| Then made a right, then another right |
| One lucky night with the homies |
| K. Dot, you faded, hood? |
| Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded |
| I think he hit the wrong blunt though |
| Ooh, which one? |
| Well, which one he talkin' about? |
| I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it |
| I pray he ain’t hit that |
| Nah, that nigga straight, he ain’t hit that one |
| Got the shenanigans? |
| Give that nigga the shenanigans! |
| Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe |
| Nigga, for what? |
| What that nigga— what’s that Jeezy song say, nigga? |
| «Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!» |
| Yeah, yeah, that shit right there |
| I’m tryna be the nigga in the street |
| There he go. |
| Man, you don’t even know how the shit go |
| Look, here’s the plan, luv |
| We gon' use the kickback as a alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out, |
| complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park |
| 'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight |
| That’s what he’s not gon' do |
| Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30 |
| That’s straight, but we should meet up around 12 |
| I’m tryna fuck on somethin' too |
| Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down! |
| Nigga, you ain’t doin' shit tonight! |
| Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car! |
| We finna get active! |