Biography:
Kendrick Lamar (born Kendrick Lamar Duckworth June 17, 1987) is a rapper from Compton, California. He is also a member of the hip-hop supergroup Black Hippy collective along with members Jay Rock, Ab-Soul and Schoolboy Q. His music is largely influenced by the works of 2Pac, Jay-Z, Nas, DMX, The Notorious B.I.G., Mos Def, Eazy-E and Eminem.
He began to gain major recognition in 2010 after his first retail release, Overly Dedicated. The following year, Lamar independently released his first studio album Section.
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Other songs:
- Backseat Freestyle
- Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe
- Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe / Thinking About You
- Love.
- Swimming Pools
- 6 Foot 7 Foot
- All The Stars
- Alright
- Bitch Dont Kill My Vibe
- Blood
- Dna
- Element
- Fear
- Feel
- God
- Homies
- How Much A Dollar Cost
- Humble
- I
- King Kunta
- Love
- Loyalty
- Lust
- Money Trees
- Pride
- Sherane Aka Master Splinters Daughter
- Street Dreamin
- Swimming Pools Drank
- The Heart Part 4
- These Walls
- Untitled 06
- Untitled 08
- X
- Xxx
- Yah
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[Verse 1]
G
Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya bish
F
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish?
G#
Home invasion was persuasive
F#
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
G#
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
F#
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
G
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
F
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
G#
The only thing we had to free our mind
F#
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
G
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish
F
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
G#
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
F#
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Bump that new E-40 after school
G#
You know, ??Big Ballin' With My Homies?
F#
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
F
Another casualty of war, ya bish
G#
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
F#
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
G
That Louis Burger never be the same
F
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
G#
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
F#
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'
G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
G#
They say your hood is a pot of gold
F#
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[Verse 3]
G
Imagine Rock up in them projects
G
Where them n****s pick your pockets
F
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
F
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
G
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
G
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F
My homeboy just dome'd a n****
F
I just hope the Lord forgive him
G
Pots with cocaine residue
G
Every day I'm hustlin'
F
What else is a thug to do
F
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
G
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
G
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
F
Got that drum and I got them bands
F
Just like a parade, bish
G
Drop that work up in the bushes
G
Hope them boys don't see my stash
F
If they do, tell the truth
F
This the last time you might see my ass
G
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
G
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
F
Bitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs
F
But it's all good
G
Broken promises, steal your watch
G
And tell you what time it is
F
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
G
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
G
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm
And that's just how I feel
G
Me and my n****s tryna get it, ya bish
F
Hit the house lick: tell me, is you wit' it, ya bish?
G#
Home invasion was persuasive
F#
From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool
G#
I fucked Sherane and went to tell my bros
F#
Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on
G
Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish
F
Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish
G#
The only thing we had to free our mind
F#
Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs
G
You lookin' like a easy come-up, ya bish
F
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish
G#
And that's a lifestyle that we never knew
F#
Go at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Verse 2]
G
Dreams of livin' life like rappers do
F
Bump that new E-40 after school
G#
You know, ??Big Ballin' With My Homies?
F#
Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational
G
Back to reality, we poor, ya bish
F
Another casualty of war, ya bish
G#
Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head
F#
He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish
G
That Louis Burger never be the same
F
A Louis belt will never ease that pain
G#
But I'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'
F#
Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'
G
Gang signs out the window, ya bish
F
Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish
G#
They say your hood is a pot of gold
F#
And we gon' crash it when nobody's home
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm Em
And that's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just fuck your main bitch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might say fuck them n****s that you came with
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might just make that lane switch
Gm Em
That's just how I feel, nah
F#m Fm
A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich
Gm
That's just how I feel
[Bridge]
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
G F#
Be the last one out to get this dough? No way!
G F#
Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way!
G F#
Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way!
G F#
Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way!
[Verse 3]
G
Imagine Rock up in them projects
G
Where them n****s pick your pockets
F
Santa Claus don't miss them stockings
F
Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'
G
Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'
G
Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'
F
My homeboy just dome'd a n****
F
I just hope the Lord forgive him
G
Pots with cocaine residue
G
Every day I'm hustlin'
F
What else is a thug to do
F
When you eatin' cheese from the government?
G
Gotta provide for my daughter n'em
G
Get the fuck up out my way, bish
F
Got that drum and I got them bands
F
Just like a parade, bish
G
Drop that work up in the bushes
G
Hope them boys don't see my stash
F
If they do, tell the truth
F
This the last time you might see my ass
G
From the gardens where the grass ain't cut
G
Them serpents lurkin', Blood
F
Bitches sellin' pussy, n****s sellin' drugs
F
But it's all good
G
Broken promises, steal your watch
G
And tell you what time it is
F
Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is
G
In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees
G
Dreams of me gettin' shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
F#m Fm
It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Gm Em
Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'
F#m Fm
Everybody gon' respect the shooter
Gm Em
But the one in front of the gun lives forever
F#m Fm
(The one in front of the gun, forever)
Gm Em
And I been hustlin' all day
F#m Fm
This-a-way, that-a-way
Gm Em
Through canals and alleyways, just to say
F#m Fm
Money trees is the perfect place for shade
Gm
And that's just how I feel
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