Lyrics:
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
his lap
Matter fact
I'm 'bout to speak at this convention
Call you back gunshot
The screen reads: "This is a
Satire by Kendrick Lamar"
It's not
tell by the laces, they tight
Or are you only focused on the steps that I'm taking in life
And then you got the ones who claim a guy that's everyone's
the Feds tap-Bed trap
What you tell your lady can make you take a dead nap
Fluff up your pillow an lay your head back
[Chorus:]
You
Be pillow talkin'
Back to the hood
My own niggas actin' like I turned my back on the hood
I used my rap money to put crack in the hood
Even brought the nigga Dr. Dre
night
I'm a motherfucking gangbangin' nightmare, wake up motherfuckers
I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a rare pair of Converse, back to the hood
Yeah, ladies and gentlemen! (what?)
Front to back, side to side
All my peoples, we live!
(They say, people all over the world!)
Go!
Let me
And if I leave just know that I'ma be right back
Uh break the bank with you baby
Rain or sunshine I stand with you
See I don't even have to front
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
you
Slide down my back
Gini, gini, speak to me, gini,
I let the words they shove in front of you
Crawl right back
Lions always hit the heights
the next life flash in front of his
Cocked back the gat wonderin who the gunner is
The blood drenched in his Armani linen
I guess that's the karma
matter
Front windshield of the car when it shatters
My nigga brains blown out land in my lap
Told God take me, everybody blamed me
Praying till I'm prayed
chopper put in check
Big body on broaders, that's all I know
Mansion on Washetona 6 figures on the floor
Double R and DR watched by Uptown security
were supposed to protect you
We bringing it back
We giving it back
By singing the facts
The people react
The start of the track
From front to the back
We
the Beatles back
Bey-Bey my Yoko Ono, Rih Rih complete the family
Imagine how that's gon' look front row at the Grammys
Fuck your awards like Eddie Murphy's
The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness
Can paint a picture that is vivid
Konvict
Konvict Music
And you know we up front
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the floor
I know you see me lookin' at you and you already
I could tell by the way she act that
She's Freaky and knows how to keep secrets
And knows how to throw it back right!
Go ahead and hurt me?
Put it
D's on the Chevy what cream do
Front line nigga, still I was team two
Always ready for whatever when it came to it
Young nigga took an L and he chose
hope your love leads you back to my front door
Oh, but if it don't
Will you stay beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful?
Oh,
Broken all by myself saying
Woman don't pay no mind
Forgotten like a hotel Bible
Phone keeps ringing and I'm trying to keep my mind off it
And if
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
no parol and consecut' sentencin'
Got people witnessin', your co-defendent snitchin',
your back against the wall, your left eye is twitchin'
Loyal
And smash, with a 44 mag, this nigga jag
From the front to the back I heard it crash
Nigga you sassin' I hurt 'em bad
You heard him laugh
Talkin trash 'bout
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