Artist: Kendrick Lamar f/ Young Jeezy Album: Westside, Right on Time (S) Song: Westside, Right on Time Typed by: newos_crib_is@hotmail.com [Kendrick Lamar] Canei Finch on the beat Turn the headphones up, Ali Here we go I woke up this morning with my dick on hard Didn't know why till I said fuck all y'all or fuck this world, or I'ma fuck that girl 'good kid, m.A.A.d. city', watch my day unfurl I put my life in these sentences, fucking right It's either that or life sentences, I'm relatives with Benjamin I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent Now what the fuck is up? I'm at your neck like a Pendleton Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need that Twenty-four acres and a mule, best believe that They say he got smoked, like where the weed at And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that Pockets on Kelly Price, back when it was '95 Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's uncircumcised Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the spine Give you dap, and then we slide through your hood three-dozen times So what's good? I'm looking for a pedicure, pink pussy that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink Uhh, bomb ass head, uhh, till she can't blink and her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar] I'm so damn turnt, wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me, and you know Westside, right on time, tell them hoes kudos Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke Came a long way from the ghetto though, but Westside, right on time, only thing for sure, uhh Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door, uhh [Young Jeezy] I woke up this morning like fuck the world Been hustling since I was twelve, man I've been through hell Now these motherfuckers is tryna tell me I don't care Tryna tell y'all motherfuckers, look, y'all wasn't there Third posted up on the block, waiting for mail This for my niggas posted up in the county praying for bail Could have cost your boy everything, man it wasn't cheap Coming for a nigga, just don't sleep, shit for the weak Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count my checks mayne cause every time I speak, you hear my Malcolm X pain Now them doors go up on that Lamb', they like judo Don't you like your bitches with an ass? I like you hoe First them bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm like Pluto Plus I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno Brown bag full of cash baby, MCM When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him, straight up [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar] All praise go to the most high, uhh All fades turn into a drive-by Part ways from the streets after fucking with police, guaranteed Last nigga did that died, don't you, don't you, don't you wanna live where the AK go for only 8K minus six racks, minus one on top of that? Melee Stomp him out, then drug him out like a date rape Daytonas bending every corner while they say [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar] All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds and my teacher as my woman, when she smiled I stick my tongue in Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo Some British Knights or L.A. Gears with glowing lights, or Perry Ellis jacket I would love a swap meet full of Chevrolets in candy paint that's wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes A D.P.G.C. concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette Twenty years later, hi hater, I'm the fucking best [Chorus]