KENDRICK LAMAR G Code

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Yea. How I sound out there Ali? Good? Then good.
Can I pay my past a visit?
So tell me your Compton school district
And video campus shut the fuck up your premises
Kendrew[?] and Westchester had the baddest bitches
And my nigga L wood got the white Toyota,and we got pulled over,
Had to hide the bottle because there was mix with Hennessy and soda
Every time we rode up we was unsober,
And everybody had know that,
My nigga Yan Yan had all the red P Hat
Which was really dumb because where we was at
Was the other side and more than likely
The other side really didn’t like that
Didn’t have no barrels so if those chopper beam, never really could shoot back
Could of lost our life for hood rats
We was dumb as fuck but lucky for us we lucky enough
That the black car didn’t pull up and ask where yall niggas from
I know some, nigga less fortunate was fucking with they enemies bitch
She had a fat ass and a brown Camaro but it wasn’t that fast it was like a V6
But anyways she was one of those hoes in highschool with the cornrows
size 5[?] Jordans, Rolex ward[?] and wanna fight everybody she knows
Well she’s important well she wasn’t she was just so and so,
So and so cousin he was so red
So anytime she got into it, that who she would get,
Now let me get back to the plan,
Homie had ask do ya got a man
She said no, he said oh yeah,
Where do you stay, she said Rosecrans
Rosecrans and what? she said don’t matter just know I Fuck
He said what? your a, your a little freaky bitch huh?
She said yeah baby I can you get you sprung,
I can work that pussy and the tongue,
If you come over I can make you come,
If you come over make sure that you bring drink
Because I like to get to drunk
And that he did that Friday he was where she lived
Notice that he was out of bounds
But didn’t give a fuck cause he wanted to fuck that bitch right now
Walked in the house rubber on, panties down oldies playing in the back ground
Lets get it on Marvin Gaye had bumped to the morning,
Time to go, picked his place up off the floor
Kissed that bitch in the mouth then walked to the door
When he walked out he seen a four four Bluh!
Didn’t know that was the pussy he was dealing with
And that’s how you get your ass killed bitch!
That’s how you get your ass killed bitch!
That’s how you get your ass killed bitch!
Get your ass killed bitch! How?
Fucking with them hoes, them hoes,them hoes, them hoes,
Them hoes hoes, them scandalous hoes,
Them hoes hoes that have you uh dead dead dead
Look. I guess we can all learn from mistakes
But your first mistake might be your death date
And death doesn’t wait, on no one
A million ways to die and you can make it a million and one
If you not aware of the rules or maybe tryna fill someone else shoes
Like a square trying to be a gangster kind of remind of this one dude
He wasn’t thirteen he was twenty two
When he went to first get put on the hood
He wasn’t born it, boys in the hood the movie let him think it was all good
But usually this type of person want to prove his s s s s self on purpose
Tell everybody he quit working but really he’s worthless
His momma had money, his daddy had money, so he had money
The OG’s had gave him a pistol today[?] there’s going to be just another crash dummy
And the funny thing about it, he thought was about it like Pnilla[?]
But he wasn’t no killa
Just a monkey hanging around a bunch of gorillas,
Everybody wanna be tough guy so he did, approached this guy,
Like where are you from?
With his gun but didn’t shoot it rule number one
Never pull out if you don’t use it
Even (little dude then banged[?]) the very next day he seen roll down the way blew his
Brains out while homeboy was cruising
Not knowing the scariest nigga will split your shit
And that’s how we got his ass killed bitch!
That’s how we got his ass killed bitch!
That’s how we got his ass killed bitch!
Fuck around and get your ass killed bitch! How?
Not knowing the G codes the codes the codes
The G codes the codes the codes
The G codes if you don’t know then your already dead dead dead
[laugh] feel me?

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KENDRICK LAMAR For The Homies

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And this is for the homies
I’m talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we…

Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I’m tryna get blown
I’m tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown
Looking for E.T. to phone home
Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days
Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains
Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons
Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion
That’s fashion if you come where I’m from
Compton California, One love to the murder capital under the sun
Young niggas running around the street with heat bigger than me
But I don’t trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip
Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack
He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that
And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me it’s all good
Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdy birdies
Stopped at the sto’ to get some rubbers
Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us

[Hook:]
And this is for the homies
I’m talking bout the swap meets, Rollie
Chain-wearing niggas with the white tee
Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on
And if you feel good (hey)
Raise your hands high and throw up your hood (hey)
Represent the city like you know you should (hey)
I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on
(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on

As I continue my day, quite copacetic
Headed to my momma’s house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell
Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas
ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past
We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got ’em
Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom
Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites
I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions
But anyway I’m steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima
Ashtray got a million roaches, I’m focussed but feeling good
The homies hanging on [?] and Monte Carlos
Impalas and Tahoes, shoot something nigga, break that fifty
I’m grabbing the city like I’m supposed to
Making my presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say?
Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G
If you can’t relate then please have a seat

[Hook]

So, wherever you located, won’t you let it be known
And put on for the soil of which you was grown
I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors
While giving you cuts like fresh tapers
I’m such a fool with it, go nuts
You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck
The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you duck
Take ’em to school I must, this for the cool in us
This ain’t for you, so what?!

[Hook]

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KENDRICK LAMAR For The Girlfriends

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[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
Abba Zabba
You know we get in the studio and do what we do best, you know?
Beautiful shit
But this time around I want to do something different homeboy
You feel me my nig’?
Hop on them keys real quick my nig’

[Chorus]
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
Yeah, ha-ha-ha, yeah
This shit my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
I’m playing shit that my girlfriend will like

[Kendrick Lamar]
Check me out, she say she love it when it sounds like this
She tell me Kendrick, put it down like this
When I listen I want to close my eyes and feel your lips
Let your lyrics wrap/rap around me and grab my hips
So enticing, on point like the helmet of a viking
Kicking up dust like I’m hiking
I ain’t calling a woman a bitch on this one
I be calling my woman so I can get some
She fresh off work and Lord knows it was hard
She take off her shirt and Lord knows that I’m hard
Composing myself, tryna remain content
She had a long day and plus I know she want to vent
Now she can talk about her boss and I can give advice
or she can take the panties off and I can eat the pie
Fuck that, option number deuce
On the kitchen table while I play this tune, you know why?

[Chorus]
This shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
I’m playing shit that my girlfriend will like
Ha-ha-ha, yeah
This shit my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain these other hoes tonight
Abba, this shit my girlfriend will like my nigga

[Kendrick Lamar]
Look, we be in the car bumping my latest jam
I recorded at the studio around 10 P.M.
It’s a club banger, catchy hooks and 808s
I even threw a bridge on it just to play it safe
The first eight bars she loving the track
Even rewinding it back soon as the beat drop
The way she react, she like that’s hot
till I start talking how many hoes I got
How many I’ve fucked, how many I’ve misled
just to get a nut like a squirrel in pursuit of lunch, uh
Though I’m on some cliche rapper shit
I know she thinking all my lyrics, they’re accurate
She so cool though
Don’t downplay it just to fuck up the mood yo
She will still play it even though I sound rude yo
and disregards to them provocative records, one thing that I do know

[Chorus 3: Kendrick Lamar (Ab-Soul)]
This something that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
I’m playing something that my girlfriend will like
Ne-ma-ne-ma-ne-ma-nem [laughter]
Told you that my girlfriend would like…
… other hoes tonight
‘Soul! (This shit my girlfriend will like too, haha)
(Kendrick, I got you)

[Ab-Soul]
This a great idea
This will be girlfriend joint right here
So I’ma kick the shit she like, it seem right
like a pair of jeans that fit tight around her cute booty
I like to hold her from behind in line
at the movies, her body-language gets read
like a ruby, cause she a work of art
No help from Julie, I’m a beast and she’s such a beauty
I love her, she know that, I place no one above her
Far from a narc but best under cover
Kodak moment every time we in sync
like an iPod plugged to a USB
It’s just you and me, I mean me and her
I mean her and I, it’s plain to see, affirmative
So if you ever need me, you know where Herbert is
On her mind like she on mine, uh
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
cause I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
She do music too, this shit my girlfriend would write
if she was me talking bout her, DJ…

[Kendrick Lamar]
Play some shit that my girlfriend will like
I ain’t tryna entertain them other hoes tonight
I wrote some shit that my girlfriend would like
Now I’m sure to get some cutty

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KENDRICK LAMAR Don’t Understand

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His eyes bloodshot red
I watched him as he took a fifth of Henny to the head in memory of his brother
Reminiscing on them playing Sega with each other
He was hurting, I could see it, plenty tears, no Kleenex
I stood by his side because that was my homie
Gave him a hug, some of his brother blood got on me
Clenching his fists on some angry shit
Stood up, sat back down on the curb and asked me who they be hanging with
I wasn’t sure so I gave him no answer
But I was sure that he had him a blammer and wanted war
Revenge, what do say to a good friend
that just lost it and grabbing choppers out the closet?
I tried my best to make him renege, but he was like my nig’
This feeling is more than personal
I stood down, he hopped in a hour-door Honda Accord
Before he bent the block he said K. Dot, you wouldn’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(Or at least, try to understand) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith Wessons
Pray for me, or war

Corners become monuments for the dead
Candles on the pavement, postcard read
rest in peace, the yellow tape blocking off the streets
A baby momma yelling at the police
But you don’t understand, you figure that we’re just a bunch of niggas
But the picture is a story untold
See this wasn’t in our plans
Babies from the late eighties wasn’t born crazy, we was raised that way
Put that Malcolm X book down, then raised that K
Complete chaos when we off X pills and St. Ides
Look the Devil in the face from a saint eye
Cast a ‘spell’ on you like Akeelah and the Bee
Every killer in the street is a teen with a corrupted, mind
Substance, time is no longer an issue
We don’t have it, so pass the tissue
Then close the casket, kiss the momma when you can
Then tell her you understand, but you don’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(And hopefully you’ll understand) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith Wessons
Pray for me, or war

He came back fifteen minutes later
He said, Dot I went on one, do me this favor
Dump these guns in a safe place, let nobody see you
This is critical as it gets my nigga, I need you
I said alright, so what happened? Seen a few niggas slipping
and I just started clapping, I didn’t care who I was hitting
That’s wild shit, but anyway, I got you
I love you my nigga, make sure you hit me up by tomorrow
I woke up the next morning with a cold
Allergies got me sneezing and wiping my nose when it was leaking
Checked the medicine cabinet, looking for some DayQuil
But all I seem was some aspirins, just my luck
I got up, went to Rite Aid
Hoping that the pharmacy department had the right aid, I bought it and left
Walked to the parking lot, that’s when I seen the faces of death
Said they was looking for my man with a chopper in their hand
Praying that it would jam, but you don’t understand

[Chorus]
These streets can turn a kid to killer in minutes
Not by choice, but forced to be a menace
Can someone just pray for me, or war
(Now tell me, do you understand?) the city pressure
The AK-47, twin MAC-11s (huh?)
The Desert Eagle, shotty and the Smith Wessons (do you understand?)
Pray for me, or war

[Kendrick Lamar]
It’s like, it’s a revolving door
that I’ve been a part of my whole life
Fucked up right?

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KENDRICK LAMAR Cloud 10

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[Hook]
When the sun fall out the sky
All I have is me in the land of do or die
A freeway, a gas pedal, and a peace of mind
Now, that?s the ultimate high
To the cloud I go, cloud I go
One time, baby tell me ya need me
Cloud I go, cloud I go
Two time, baby tell me ya love me

[Verse 1:]
Cause I?ve been drinking too much, thinking too much
We ain?t been keeping in touch
Fell into lust, where is the love?
My independency got tendencies of lack of trust
I look at the street corners as my new woman
Seductive as you wanna be, hands on my new garments
And luckily, being in denial ain?t the case
Cause I know she?s unfaithful
Instead I?m grabbing her waist
And every part of her is tasteful
I know you?re feelings hating
Fact, you think I?m ungrateful, I know
Selfish as I wanna be and every time you under me
I get the vibe you might need some time to grow

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Cause I been dreaming too much, thinking too much
We ain?t been keeping in touch
And every time that I think of your touch
Adrenaline pump, give me that rush
I?m gone like a thief inside the wind
Lord forgive me for my sins
I know she want me more, but I fiend for benjamins
She said I found the root of all evil, and lost a friend
Lost in the world of a young boy from Compton
That never knew love because love was never promised
I know, selfish as I wanna be
And every time I?m under you, me too
Need time to grow

[Hook]

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KENDRICK LAMAR Cartoons And Cereal

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[Intro:]
I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight?
For you
Hey, what’s up doc?

[Bridge:]
Now I was raised in a sandbox next to you and her
You was holding the handgun, she was giving birth
To a baby boy to be just like you, I wonder what’s that worth
I-I wonder if you ever knew that you was a role model to me first
The next day I-I woke up in the morning, seen you on the news
Looked in the mirror, then realized that I-I-I had something to prove
You told me Don’t be like me, just finish watching cartoons
Which is funny now cause all I see is Wile E. Coyotes in the room
And I run it

[Hook:]
And I run it, yeah BLUH
Yes I run it, BLUH BLUH BLUH BLUH
I run it, BLUH BLUH BLUH BLUH
Yes I run it, I run it
Yeah BLUH yeah

[Gunplay:]
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this booth
Just for you, motherfucker, hope y’all amused

I run it BLUH, BLUH, BLUH, BLUH
And I run it BLUH, BLUH, BLUH, BLUH
Yeah Yeah BLUH
Yes I run it

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna ride
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks, had nothing that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave me peace of mind
I’m a maniac when aiming at the enemy delight
Tell a story that I’ll never flourish 25
Not to worry, every warrior will come and see you fully
Young, that’s a covenant that I put on every tribe
Ain’t nobody go tie your shoe
Nobody grew up by (by) your rule
Nobody horn your gun, how come, your tongue say killer then kill my mood
Light speed living in the world you know
Lit a whole leaf, feeling like a live wire
Bet I put some new tires on a lighting bolt
Til’ I wreck into a pole, like a right to vote
I am from the bottom of the jungle
Living in the bottom of the food chain
When you get a new chain, nigga take it from you
A new Dame, one stripe, and you a zebra look alike
Hope another homicide don’t numb you a nun
Do things we’ll never learn soon
And the error where we wanna earn soon
That’s an error, you can smell it in the air
Everybody really doomed
That’s why I backed on you motherfuckers
All ya’ll can suck my dick
All them days that the county buildings
I m bout to make my momma rich
Cartoons and (cereal)
I ain’t felt this (good since)
Scrooge McDuck (here we go)
Elementary hood shit

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
This shit make a nigga just wanna shit on everybody
Even with a pot to piss in
I’m a aim sloppy at a loud mouth, discharge
Dismiss any business of yours
Discounts never did amount to a check
That ya ass couldn’t cash when the shit bounce
Everything dismounts, niggas gone flip that car
AK’s for the whole hood
House lit went down perfect
Two shots to the head he deserved it
Overheard it hit my bed with a bowl and remote control
Darkwing Duck, lost service
Mama said I’d better duck, she’s nervous
Drama hauled in the clutch, hit the curtains
I mean don’t intervene with no drum machine
This block stay jerking, the feds stay lurkin’
Emerging on everybody corner (dash for it)
Get a toe tag, when you play tac with a task of a new (task force)
Everybody wanna know my life
How did I make it (past yours)
Well let me tell you like this
I’ve been running this shit since (I asked for it)
Cartoons and cereal

[Intro]

[Gunplay:]
Salt all in my wounds
Hear my tears all in my tunes
Let my life loose in this booth just for you
Motherfucker hope y’all amused!
I did wrong, karma came
Crackers gave me ball and chain
Friends, enemies all the same
State, fed, both can hang
Nobody can mute me, but I never said nobody can’t shoot me
Just another stat to the white folks
Still whip work to the white yolk, absolutely!
Everyday feel like the one before
Hunt the money, don’t hunt the ho
If you do what you always done
Then you get what you always got
You dumb buffoons!
I ain’t seen the back of my eyelids
For about the past 72 hours
Hand on my heart, face to the hood
I pledge every word you ever heard was honest
Yeah this me, no mic
No cameras, no lights, just pain
Mama how much trauma can I sustain?
Dirty money come with lots of stains
Road to riches come with lots of lanes
Just another player with lots of game
Never had shit got lots to gain
Just another player with lots of game…
Never had shit got lots to gain

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KENDRICK LAMAR Black Friday

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Dick hard like Rottweiler
Can you handle it? Can you handle it? Woo woo, woo woo

The whole industry been in shambles
Everybody fugazi, I’m just changing the channel
Kendrick Lamar, the people’s champion, I’m animal for analysts
Career damaging verses, meditating with candles lit
I like my raps extra prolific
Since freestyling on lunch tables and park benches
And I won’t mention my ten thousand hours in training
While juggling gang-banging, my balancing was tremendous
And now we look at the competition as quick submission
They tappin’ out before we even get a chance to miss ?em
What this about, is it money or skill?
Maybe it’s both and I got large amounts of it, it’s real
You see my oath is very unbreakable, my style is never mistakable
I can see y’all incapable
To be the God emcees, you know me well
Ridiculous, venomous, hate in my heart, the sinister
Run for cover, my lineage prove itself
I’m rollin’ deep in that paper like two Adeles
Before scholars, I flowed tighter than virgin lips
We had to shake the game up and you’re flying through turbulence
Everything is high stakes nowadays, that’s how it played nowadays
It’s like an 8-ball to the face nowadays
I’m laced nowadays, my gun is off the waist nowadays
It’s seven figures and retainer for the case nowadays, I’m talking
Hiiigher power, every other hour since Eddie Bauer
Since stash boxes and lead showers, breaking the padlock
And the dead coward dying a thousand deaths, entire lion
Surround itself with bears, watch it nigga, you share a profit, ah!
This is what they want, I’m the one
This is vintage from nineteen-eighty-somethin’
I’m the son of the pioneer that got you near the sun
Play with him, bitch you better off voting for Donald Trump
I’m yelling Mr. Kanye West for president
He probably let me get some head inside the residence
I’m in the White House going all out
Bumping College Dropout, God-bless Americans
Nothing more influential than rap music
I merge jazz fusion with the trap music
I mix black soul with some rock and roll
They never box me in, I’m David Blaine-ing all you hoes
Oh yea, let’s go there, my DNA is DMT, I’m so rare
My Juvenile was wilder than the Nolia
A locomotive couldn’t track me down in my career
Runnin’ this shit with four pair, son of my bitch, I might demolish
A bitch right in front ya, chico, what have you done here?
D-Bo, all of it one year, Mississippi to California
It gets annoying, niggas wanna deploy him
And bitches wanna adore him, but industry shit ain’t for him
Probably thinking it’s for him, only one me
Swallowed the key and kicking the door in, never leasing my foreign
Mr. Valevictorian studied the game before them
Listen to you with boredom, baby rappers, abort them
To the grave I deport them, corporations extort them
I’m snapping off my endorphins, I alien mighty morphin’
My radiance rather gorgeous, hundred bill to the doorman
Hundred mil in my fortune, they call me back in the morning
You’re racing against the tortoise, pace myself it’s important
Lace myself with the wisdom my playerism enormous
So pay the man for performance, saucy all of my garments
Jimi Kendrix performing, this fucking studio haunted (Ah!)
I tell a bitch don’t sweat me (Don’t sweat me)
I kill this whole fuckin’ beat if Cole let me (Please Cole)
Ib should’ve never sent the instrumental
Every time I start writing I get sentimental
This shit is just not fair
But why the fuck should I care?
The story of your life here
Two young stars was born and y’all gon’ die here
Oh Lord, gotta be the yams
Billboard list need 2Pac, damn
But number 9 makes sure he lives on, yeah
Hoochie, coochie, pussies in a trance
Every day a celebration, but even the valley peaking me
Is not validation, nigga this TDE
And my doggies be salivating, salaries, better ratings
And casualties all around me, don’t make me do demonstrations
Whoa
Murder my allegations and burning my finger traces
Adjourning my power patience and earning royalty payments
I’m sorry y’all not relating, this party is reservated
I kill this whole muthafucking beat if J. Cole say it
My nigga Ib chopped the instrumental, I gotta slay it
I gotta lay it, gotta show you fuckers I’m not to play with
The ruckus had been my favorite, King Kunta the fuckin’ greatest
Whoa
Burnin’ my leather-
(Nah I’m just fuckin’ wit cha)

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