Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul - Too Cool lyrics

Aw, this is four jiggling balls in
Your mouth all day everyday
Ay you tuned into a fuck
What you hear radio where
You can stick a dick in your ear and um
(Stick a dick in my ear?) Aw shut
The fuck up bitch but anyway
We got this new K Dot record I know
You a trap where you at baby

Down Rosecrans
'87 regal sipping on a gold can
Gun tucked like the fetal, position
Top Dawg coalition coexisting
With the coldest
You ever quoted from California district
Been a coroner like David
Banner I'm the owner
Of the marijuana aroma you're smelling hear
The donor yelling "it's me bitches"
Who did it, I did it
Take 'em where they can't go
Like planet Venus leaning like
A mad scientist
Laboratory bottles of empty Heineken
Telling stories about
The ones that came before me
China man squinting his eyes
Because I'm blinding him, my shine is
Bigger than a strike of lightning they liking
Him because I like to win
Never lose, put me on a pedestal
Bet I pedal victories until I
Pedal off my shoes
Welcome to the lions room
Challenge anybody whom
Wanna try they luck they get fucked
Up and all you heard was (Oohh)
Say hello to the little big homie
And your reality ain't realer
Than this homie

Now with my hopes in the back
I could ride like this, or like that
Putting all the bullshit aside
K Dot be too funkified
Tell him he's too cool, bitches
Holla "what it do", bitches
What's cracking bounce, skate, rock
Roll, hello, world, here we go

They be crackin' like a
Pack of sunflowers seeds
That the devil tree, put my
Dick on your double D, double D's
I learnt that from the dog pound
Don't get mad at me
I'm just a product of what
Was happening in the nineties
Plus my uncle used to fuck with your auntie
Tell me 80 percent ho run in your family
Shame on you, shame on your mother, sister
Cousin too
You all produced the same tendencies
While I continue to stack plentl cheese
On my expedition to witness my own odyssey
Out of three
Of your favorite bet I give them
More flavor like seasoning salt
Call me the Darth Vader invading a
Raw plot like a space crew, stayed at home
All the gangbangers with the
Police radars like
The Marcus rustle but I hustle
Never change up see my muscle
Training like I'm constipated bringing
In any drama if you insist, I'm six for six
Get your ass rolled and twisted
Like a blunt rap so fall back
Like winter ended
It's like that (like that?)
Like that (like that?)
Like that (like that?)

COMPTON, that's the city that I live in
I got more drank bitch, bring more friends
Bitch bring more friends i said COMPTON
That's the city that I'm repping
I got more dick bitch, bring more friends
Bitch bring more friends

Ahh, callers, callers call up and um
Tell me what you think about
That new K Dot record
Um who we got on line one
(Hey whats going on man this
Jerome man I'm gonna
Be on Avalon and 135th at the car
Wash ay ay ay fuck that nigga K Dot
Man he owe me five dollars straight up)
Man shut your broke ass up
Um next caller man who we got on line two
(Um this is Aquaniquashay
Yeah Aquaniquashay
This song is tight but tell K Dot
Come get his drawers out the
Middle of my floor)
Oh shut yo ass up girl that
Nigga don't even wear drawers
Nah for real I'm just fuckin'
With y'all next caller
(yeah man that song harder than
A motherfucker dog on
The real ya'll need a run that back)
Ay Jay Rock nigga is that you?
(No, no blood it ain't me
Honest it ain't me B)
Aw man I gotta, but anyway man
You Top Dawg niggas crazier
Than a motherfucker
Ay, who we got on line four?

Now with my hopes in the back
I could ride like this, or like that
Putting all the bullshit aside
K Dot be too funkified
Tell him he's too cool, bitches
Holla "what it do", bitches
What's cracking bounce, skate, rock
Roll, hello, world, here we go