Kendrick Lamar - Spittin' in the Whip lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kendrick Lamar - Spittin' in the Whip lyrics]
Fuck, watch how I kill 'em
With the funky rhythm
I'll bomb if you don't feel 'em
Piranhas in 'em
Feed my persona as I get deep as Nostradamus
I'm ballin'
Cut up your pajamas if you're sleepin' on me
No promise, no peekin', homie
You're tryin' to confiscate the flow, I know
So I switch it quicker than my bitches
If they want your attention
One thing for sure, they gon' get it
I'm cursed with the world's negatives
Probably thinkin' I'm hurt
But that's the only way I can live
War, money, cash, drugs
Got me feelin' like AIDS
Walkin' inside the club
38 snub huggin' my waist like it had arms
Then I bear it, so I guess it really does
No paperwork on this marriage
Drunk off Paul, nigga, pourin' by the Rover
Bitches pourin' hollows over haters
We killin' insecure niggas
Feelin' like the old Jigga, old Nas, old Big
New 'Pac oh my God, he's alive
He dropped bombs on you intellects
Bombin' everythin' from the streets
To the Internet hear the instrumental wet
Then I'm a bust a nut, yep, I'm a fuckin' nut
That is not an Escalade
That's a damn armored truck
Shoot who? Shot what?
You ain't popped shit but some
Bubblegum and a bump
Who you motherfuckers want?
Leave a motherfucker slumped from
The fuckin' pump
He's a peanut to an elephant
Put that nigga in a trunk
Might be out in Houston, lean in my pimp cup
Ride in '84s, throwed like a shot put
Hoes on my jock like I'm from the ATL
In our new block, choppers on the rooftop
Flip a nigga like he was a NBA mascot
Strip a nigga from his Wade
Cap to his two socks
Got it from them Compton blocks
Raised from my grandpa's every day
Caught a fade like we like
We own the barber shop
Goons in the parkin' lot
Who are you to fool if you bark a
Lot with no bite like an iguana
Get killed right in front of your momma
Hold tight, coroner comin'
Summertime, perfect time for dove huntin'
And you a woman want to be at
My house with her ass out
She climaxed and passed out
And promotional flyers, K-Dot be the flyest
Eat ten rappers a day
That's a hell of a diet
Straight up like a kangaroo
Pumpin' like a fist do from a pro-black
This is automatic rap, made a minute
Take a second i'm a get it maybe here for
A minute when I'm finished let's begin it
With the funky rhythm
I'll bomb if you don't feel 'em
Piranhas in 'em
Feed my persona as I get deep as Nostradamus
I'm ballin'
Cut up your pajamas if you're sleepin' on me
No promise, no peekin', homie
You're tryin' to confiscate the flow, I know
So I switch it quicker than my bitches
If they want your attention
One thing for sure, they gon' get it
I'm cursed with the world's negatives
Probably thinkin' I'm hurt
But that's the only way I can live
War, money, cash, drugs
Got me feelin' like AIDS
Walkin' inside the club
38 snub huggin' my waist like it had arms
Then I bear it, so I guess it really does
No paperwork on this marriage
Drunk off Paul, nigga, pourin' by the Rover
Bitches pourin' hollows over haters
We killin' insecure niggas
Feelin' like the old Jigga, old Nas, old Big
New 'Pac oh my God, he's alive
He dropped bombs on you intellects
Bombin' everythin' from the streets
To the Internet hear the instrumental wet
Then I'm a bust a nut, yep, I'm a fuckin' nut
That is not an Escalade
That's a damn armored truck
Shoot who? Shot what?
You ain't popped shit but some
Bubblegum and a bump
Who you motherfuckers want?
Leave a motherfucker slumped from
The fuckin' pump
He's a peanut to an elephant
Put that nigga in a trunk
Might be out in Houston, lean in my pimp cup
Ride in '84s, throwed like a shot put
Hoes on my jock like I'm from the ATL
In our new block, choppers on the rooftop
Flip a nigga like he was a NBA mascot
Strip a nigga from his Wade
Cap to his two socks
Got it from them Compton blocks
Raised from my grandpa's every day
Caught a fade like we like
We own the barber shop
Goons in the parkin' lot
Who are you to fool if you bark a
Lot with no bite like an iguana
Get killed right in front of your momma
Hold tight, coroner comin'
Summertime, perfect time for dove huntin'
And you a woman want to be at
My house with her ass out
She climaxed and passed out
And promotional flyers, K-Dot be the flyest
Eat ten rappers a day
That's a hell of a diet
Straight up like a kangaroo
Pumpin' like a fist do from a pro-black
This is automatic rap, made a minute
Take a second i'm a get it maybe here for
A minute when I'm finished let's begin it