Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul - Blow Them Horns II lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ab-Soul [Herbert Anthony Stevens IV] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul - Blow Them Horns II lyrics]
Hey, welcome to DA nigga
I really thought I was a
Drummer for a second there
Follow me home, see where I was rose
Like the one in 2Pac's song
That grew from the concrete
Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets
Baby baby mommas strappin'
Babies in carseats niggas failed art class
Still they'll draw heat
Design a murder scene faster than
An architect with a masters
One out of three niggas you know slang
That's a accurate fraction
Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in
Cheese in the pockets of potential
Rocket scientists gone bad
Like good girls movin' too rapid
Had it not been for the
Social status we after, our
Minds could've been on more than after hours
Some of us become legends
Some are labeled as cowards
Others fall in between, I say I'm a king
Now you can disagree or kiss the ring
Either way nigga's kneel to my feet
Don't be late and if you make it in
Time to hear the trumpets, i
Know you gon' love it cause I love it
What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley
Used to battle with the pep rally
Rest in peace Prospect
I miss you like a missile
I can vision you blowing up
I launch it in your memory soldier
Ask capital Z about snap capital G
How we used to wear triple
A's and Footlocker T's
Two toned fitteds from swap meet
Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas
At the AMC movie theater
Back when the bitches wouldn't holler
I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar
Can't forget J Silk, my ace boon coon
On me JT would've been proud of you
We used to mob to McDonalds
Every day after school
Or Shakey's for pizza if our
Allowance would allow it
I was wildin' saggin' with the
Crips I had no business i learned
Job or no job your ass
Better be with the business
I became an alchemist over instrumentals
I'm Jim Dear over here
That's the mayor say your prayers
It's C-A-R-son, daughter, father
Mother's own
Turn my shakin' haters off and
I'm right at home and if you at home with
Me and hear the trumpets
I know you gon' love it, cause I love it
What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
How you like your stay so far?
Is it all it's cracked up to be?
If you ever caught the Carson Circuit
Ditchin' fifth period to hit the mall
Then I hope you hearin' this
I do this for y'all, cause
Y'all can relate to me, you're my family
If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres
Or Banana Lee and still hit the ARCO on Del
Amo and Central for gasoline
Chances are we know each other well
Not the one for wishes or for fishes
More like good if you touched every Carson
Corner I once stood, then would you
Just open your ears and hear the trumpets
I know you gon' love it cause I love it
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Really feel like
Really feel like I'm the king
Of Carson right now man
For real, nothing y'all niggas could tell me
I really thought I was a
Drummer for a second there
Follow me home, see where I was rose
Like the one in 2Pac's song
That grew from the concrete
Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets
Baby baby mommas strappin'
Babies in carseats niggas failed art class
Still they'll draw heat
Design a murder scene faster than
An architect with a masters
One out of three niggas you know slang
That's a accurate fraction
Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in
Cheese in the pockets of potential
Rocket scientists gone bad
Like good girls movin' too rapid
Had it not been for the
Social status we after, our
Minds could've been on more than after hours
Some of us become legends
Some are labeled as cowards
Others fall in between, I say I'm a king
Now you can disagree or kiss the ring
Either way nigga's kneel to my feet
Don't be late and if you make it in
Time to hear the trumpets, i
Know you gon' love it cause I love it
What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley
Used to battle with the pep rally
Rest in peace Prospect
I miss you like a missile
I can vision you blowing up
I launch it in your memory soldier
Ask capital Z about snap capital G
How we used to wear triple
A's and Footlocker T's
Two toned fitteds from swap meet
Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas
At the AMC movie theater
Back when the bitches wouldn't holler
I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar
Can't forget J Silk, my ace boon coon
On me JT would've been proud of you
We used to mob to McDonalds
Every day after school
Or Shakey's for pizza if our
Allowance would allow it
I was wildin' saggin' with the
Crips I had no business i learned
Job or no job your ass
Better be with the business
I became an alchemist over instrumentals
I'm Jim Dear over here
That's the mayor say your prayers
It's C-A-R-son, daughter, father
Mother's own
Turn my shakin' haters off and
I'm right at home and if you at home with
Me and hear the trumpets
I know you gon' love it, cause I love it
What's that?
My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
It sounds like it sounds like
How you like your stay so far?
Is it all it's cracked up to be?
If you ever caught the Carson Circuit
Ditchin' fifth period to hit the mall
Then I hope you hearin' this
I do this for y'all, cause
Y'all can relate to me, you're my family
If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres
Or Banana Lee and still hit the ARCO on Del
Amo and Central for gasoline
Chances are we know each other well
Not the one for wishes or for fishes
More like good if you touched every Carson
Corner I once stood, then would you
Just open your ears and hear the trumpets
I know you gon' love it cause I love it
Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
Really feel like
Really feel like I'm the king
Of Carson right now man
For real, nothing y'all niggas could tell me