Celebration
(专辑: Kendrick Lamar - 2009)
For the
record, I
used to do a
lot of humping when I
was little I
got a
lot of whoopings over that shit too, and that's random, but so what? Ha-ha-ha Gimme that beat, fool This a
full time jack, no really this a
Soundwave track So really I
ain't gotta steal nothing all I
gotta do is kill it when you press record button let the
paralyzed feel it I
came back with a
full time swag and the
critics thought they had me Nah, I
just bought more batteries Turned up supercharged, a
medium away from living large Matter fact, where my niggas at? Where my bitches with them pretty weaves? Enemies bleed on the
maxi pad, pussy you fucked with the
wrong one I'm on one I'll make sure your kids breathe pneumonia Good kid, mad city evil in my heart from the
blood niggas fucking with me crip niggas tryna kill me Malcolm X
mind state, if I
raise the
crime rate, it's a
legitimate reason why I
put on repeat Kanye's "Touch The
Sky" But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God My heart to the
heavens, the
rebel of the
reverend Ya'll married to the
game well I'm 'bout to crash weddings I
put a
lot of pain in the
shit I
write If you going through something, this is shit you recite This is bigger than life This is Kendrick Lamar This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour, bonjour I
mean war like that Yeah, straight like that People don't be shy Release them balloons to the
sky I
need the
world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times) In 2010 I'm tryna ball, nigga! Like shooting jumpshots in the
mall, nigga! That's a
quote from Ab-Soul I
suppose since you laugh that's the
ultimate goal On behalf of the
Top Dawg conglomerate Shall stay anonymous Searching seven continents accomplishing big shit Big ass, big tits she on me And just to get to me she'll fuck the
homies-homie's homies The
life of a
cool nigga My nigga Tony said "just do you, nigga!" Sure improve, nigga And they gon' play you for a
fool that's for sure 'til they know you got the
stinkiest stool, nigga! I
ain't tripping I'm just tipping on fo-fo's back in the
city and tipping on four hoes That boy got a
cold cold He's sick con, slick on Drop red jewels like a
school bar mitzvah Ooh Straight like that People don't be shy Release them balloons to the
sky I
need the
world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times) Why ya'll complain about OGs? I
don't look at a
legend and say you owe me Not Snoop not Dre not Ice Cube I
don't care me and Quik went to the
same school I
look in the
mirror and do it myself like a
self made nigga I
don't need a
maid, nigga Do I
need a
co-sign from Dre or Jigga? They can make me much bigger, but do I
need 'em though? I
just need a
flow The
type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost "Me Against The
World" on you motherfuckers I
got my back against the
wall and a
.45, dog get smoked, Chris Tucker Uh, tryna record my steelo Even when I'm not there just like TiVo The
hoes tell me that I
got a
real big ego And weed move slow right now but E
go You know what I'm talking 'bout? I
look at your Audemars to put ya'll in time out It's time to unveil the
real and your career's 'bout as frail as Ms. Winehouse Just salute, grab a
flute and pull the
wine out Ooh, just like that People don't be shy Release them balloons to the
sky I
need the
world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)