DJ Kay Slay, Jay Rock, Schoolboy Q, Kendrick Lamar - Highway To Hell lyrics

Reporting live from where reporters die
Newscasters coming too early
Witnessing homocides
Pearly gates forming in the sky as we
Wait for your suit and tie
I tailor made it for you then
Told Khalifa he loves you
I'm really stuck on this bumpy ride
Highway to hell 'less I flip
Through a demon's TV-guide
An angel said he seen me fry ducking bullets
I promise I couldn't stop the work
My niggas have put in
Your brains is banana pudding
I'm looking for trouble, looking for hustle
I'm a grinder, choppas in the path finder
I ain't no killa, I ain't no drug dealer
I'm a real nigga with real
Emotions that stand behind a brick wall
You knock it down then I'm forced to align ya
With the stars of Venus and Jupiter


You ain't ain't gangsta, you fooling us
The government don't know what to do with us
Internal affairs investigate while
LAPD speculate
Crooked cops on my bumper dumping
'til I'm first 48 i can smell a snake a mile
Away because they reek hate
But any anaconda can die on a weekday
Wikipedia speeding up my career
Like I've been here
And I don't fuck with these fuck
Rappers cause they been weird
Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick
Grab a dictionary, my styles vary
My words flip grab a cemetery and jump in
It you jive turkey
Watching me through goggles
I throw hollows at James Worthy
Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild
I drive Fergies that's that white thing
Let my nuts & Mic hang
No one ever knows the drama
That I might bring
Chilling with the drama king
But this ain't Broadway, mane
Armed forces, more fortune, alarm Porsches
Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and
Y'all snorin', we tourin' and bottle pourin'
Model scorin'
Cheat the game with fair warnings

Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
High status in traffic
Bad energy, getting static
Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
Man on the moon, feeling managed like
(Drama king) fuck a planet
Go'n with it, ashing ashes on critics
Twenty racks then we split it up
Feeling like a million bucks
Bust hoes, run into sluts, keep it G
That shit a must
Creeping in that Honda Civ', ain't mine
It ain't his written down, spare the kids
Back to the crib ya handle biz
Lunchables and sandwiches
Dude dog be mad as shit
Visualize the shit I kick
Never heard of witnesses
Better make sure I'm innocent
18 shots at 3 niggas 6 a piece, hell of a
Life, done for the night
Throw up they Nikes
? precise, for the cheese they call us mice
No rats everywhere is a trap
Talking 'bout that white girl
Feeling good to be black
Ya whole hood I seize that
Breaking down the, fuck all that feedback
Gone by the morning
I landed soon as you yawning
Feeling like I'm Conan
Here to fuck up your whole program
Who can fuck with us, no man
Hiiipower slow dance
Kick a funky toe jam, gold rapper
That's trojan
Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open
Easily I be chosen
Comparing me I'm like who them
Back to back tracks, running laps
With dictionary words on top of verbs
To prove that they wack
Pressing weight to the max
Hurt your man like swinging ax
Release it let 'em chat
Man amongst boys but these
Toys aren't his racks
Itunes that shittin stacks, shitting
Stacks while writing raps, rap!
Looking humble, let them react
Too many bars, not tit for tat
Super hit's like having bats
Swinging for the fences
In the trenches making a difference
Driven like a engine
Directing me through my fucking mission

West coast, east side, my stomping ground
Come around get your ass flatlined from
Niggas of that cracklines
Welcome to this wildlife
Steady living a wild life
Trying to beat all competitors and predators
They proud knights
Nightfall lay low sunrise so live
Better watch your front-end
Your back better have four eyes
So high: satellite, smoking on that bomb
Nigga dynamite, you acting like a pussy
You no friend of mines
Better yet, fuck friends
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my money then I'mma
Fuck over your universe
I'm shooting first, never last
Gotta stay sharp like shattered glass
In a fast lane with a bad dame, man
This bitch from Trinidad
Fuck her hard, then send her home
It's time to start my routine
In the streets, with the
Heat, you don't rhyme, you don't eat
Pockets fat like obese
It's hard to be so lowkey
Niggas acting like they know me
Fuck around and be the police
Trust no nigga nor a bitch
Nigga, I'm so OG like 8 tracks and tape decks
25, but I'm straight fed
Got a old soul, I'm so throwed
So raw with this rap thing
Kay Slay, go tell 'em dawg
Niggas know I'm crack, mane
Kill 'em with my flow
Everytime it's a deathblow
You fuck rappers stay on your toe
We sharks in the water
Get that ass ate up, straight up
The worlds ours top Dawg ENT, HiiiPower
We buy flowers then we send
'em to your studio
Cause everytime we in that bitch, homie
It's a funeral i have to slow it down so
You can hear me close
Yeah, I'm nice with the bars
Late night sliding pipe in your broad
Her pussy tighter than them skinnies
On the jerk dancers
Send her back with no panties
Jay motherfucking Rock