9th Wonder, Warren G, Murs, Kendrick Lamar - Enjoy (West Coastin’) lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[9th Wonder, Warren G, Murs, Kendrick Lamar - Enjoy West Coastin’ lyrics]
Yeah give respect to the trigger finger
I’ve been pushed that line since
Grade school of fools
Since I touch down bitches
They wanna fuck now
But they can’t get it she got
Ass with a nose like
Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared
My Pimpin it ain't never scared
Got real estate over there
And hustle over here
Dare a nigga try to take it he
Gonna fake it till he make it
Shawty break em like a
Bracelet that's real talk
Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught
You already know if you do then you dead
And now niggas in the hood trading
Cush for your baby mama throat
But suck it up bitch deal with it huh
Ain't no glitch in my computer
Bangin beats for the gudda paper
Planes no hookahs yeah
I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi
I dare you motherfuckers get at me yeah
Yeah yeah
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
(But I take it real back
To 1994 listen to me)
See I grow up with the blue
Team before there was a ustream
Seen a lot of niggas knocked
Out over shoe strings
Rhyming on these beats since the
90s I’m a factor
Here with this career until i’m
In the here after
Classic With this mic like Mike when
He was blacker and you
You and remind of me when I was wacker
I read lines and bring drama like a actor
But I’m so Hollywood that you would
Think that I’m a rapper
You think I got it backwards?
It really doesn’t matter
Producer meets the rapper he’s the
Former I’m the latter
Spacing out this bar so you
Niggas cloud climb on
I'm proof that you could still make
Loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot
As my performance be
The mainstreams dream meets the
Nightmare of normalcy
The anti of every thing cool
Still most likely to succeed cuz
There ain't no rules
My nigga we out here, four door Cutlass
Ain't enough room for your luggage
Don't trip you fabricate to the public
We don’t believe shit
Believe it or not call your bluff
Then leave your ass wit knots
The juggernaut is in your rectum
Call Pac and resurrect him
I'm sure to cause a spectrum
Especially with my mental telepathy start
To f' em aka fuck'em aka nothings in my way
Once I start b-b-bucking
Fuck up your function and your house party
My life's shortly about fortune and vice
If the feds caught me I tread
Softly the judge toss me life
And your autopsy and my posse
Came through properly right
Everyone's watching me all right if
You're not watching me like
Sent my big cousin a kite got my shit
Buzzing when there wasn't even a doorbell
A insect or light year in sight
Amen now won't you be a man and pay respects
Enjoy as we progress destroy ya baby steps
Enjoy Son Enjoy son enjoy Son Enjoy son
Enjoy Son
I’ve been pushed that line since
Grade school of fools
Since I touch down bitches
They wanna fuck now
But they can’t get it she got
Ass with a nose like
Pippen, my Pimpin it ain't never scared
My Pimpin it ain't never scared
Got real estate over there
And hustle over here
Dare a nigga try to take it he
Gonna fake it till he make it
Shawty break em like a
Bracelet that's real talk
Shit don’t you snitch if you get caught
You already know if you do then you dead
And now niggas in the hood trading
Cush for your baby mama throat
But suck it up bitch deal with it huh
Ain't no glitch in my computer
Bangin beats for the gudda paper
Planes no hookahs yeah
I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi
I dare you motherfuckers get at me yeah
Yeah yeah
I dare you motherfuckers get at me
(But I take it real back
To 1994 listen to me)
See I grow up with the blue
Team before there was a ustream
Seen a lot of niggas knocked
Out over shoe strings
Rhyming on these beats since the
90s I’m a factor
Here with this career until i’m
In the here after
Classic With this mic like Mike when
He was blacker and you
You and remind of me when I was wacker
I read lines and bring drama like a actor
But I’m so Hollywood that you would
Think that I’m a rapper
You think I got it backwards?
It really doesn’t matter
Producer meets the rapper he’s the
Former I’m the latter
Spacing out this bar so you
Niggas cloud climb on
I'm proof that you could still make
Loot and keep your rhymes strong
Burn out the industry as hot
As my performance be
The mainstreams dream meets the
Nightmare of normalcy
The anti of every thing cool
Still most likely to succeed cuz
There ain't no rules
My nigga we out here, four door Cutlass
Ain't enough room for your luggage
Don't trip you fabricate to the public
We don’t believe shit
Believe it or not call your bluff
Then leave your ass wit knots
The juggernaut is in your rectum
Call Pac and resurrect him
I'm sure to cause a spectrum
Especially with my mental telepathy start
To f' em aka fuck'em aka nothings in my way
Once I start b-b-bucking
Fuck up your function and your house party
My life's shortly about fortune and vice
If the feds caught me I tread
Softly the judge toss me life
And your autopsy and my posse
Came through properly right
Everyone's watching me all right if
You're not watching me like
Sent my big cousin a kite got my shit
Buzzing when there wasn't even a doorbell
A insect or light year in sight
Amen now won't you be a man and pay respects
Enjoy as we progress destroy ya baby steps
Enjoy Son Enjoy son enjoy Son Enjoy son
Enjoy Son