Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, BO - Welcome to C4 lyrics

[Kendrick Lamar, Schoolboy Q, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul, BO - Welcome to C4 lyrics]

I can't be stopped
It's payday and I'm in the candy drop
So for real, Candy Rain flooding your spot
Firestone tires hot, burning the block
For pete's sake I'm a
Heatwave melting your dot my ship sail
So I should move unit's and quick
The whip trail like a mixed
Variation of chips
So when I dip, it's kinda ironic
And all I do is hotbox Hydro
Call it a carpool i'm from the west
Where the Tec's is drawn
Like Cartoon Network
Wetshirt, a marksman will become my ex expert
Welcome to school fools
Don't get an F for effort
Top Dawg money gang, winter fresh
Sunny chain bad bitches
Angry paper, got mad riches
Who the fuck you think you're
Up against? Come again?
Shades darker than the bitch
But I see you niggas and I, see you niggas
Wouldn't wanna be you niggas
Welcome to the C4
I got the bombs and the rental
Meet me on Central, and Rosecrans
Goddamn, I'm the man, for life
The left coast, bitch get it right
Welcome to the C4
Got the bombs and the rental

It's Top Dawg they call me Rock, boy
Shit I came a long way from selling rocks
Boy
'Bout my cash money, you can call me hot boy
I throw shots, guns clap, like an encore
B's up, hoes down, that's right blood
Can't be street sweepers
Get your ass mopped up
Damn, I'm in a 2008 something
Sitting on chrome buttons, nigga no bluffing
Hit a club, all eyes on my neck
Got $20, 000 worth of diamonds on my chest
Nigga fuck VIP
I'm on the floor chunking up my sets
Twisting fingers with my
Niggas, blowing swishers, sipping
Liquor, 'till I'm pissy, fucking bitches
It's so easy get the name
Tell them the telly nothing but
Pipe in their belly
380 keep it on my waist like a celly
KDot 'bout to bomb on you niggas
Get ready motherfucker


I keep a big loaf of the toast
Be careful when the toaster pop (Q)
Hashbrowns and all, shooting out tater tots
Around 8 o'clock I let it go for 8 a pop
Taking off wigs like I'm working
At a beauty shop i'm getting money
Most success what I'm achieving
Being broke is childish and most
Of these rappers teething
Still whipping the stick-shift, bottles pop
Big sips green hash in the back
Something to make my heart skip (damn)
You ain't seen a dresser that's
Fresher and keep it ghetto
Had a gat utter, sing to you Reuben Studdard
See my team rougher, y'all fat cream puffer
Your broad serve the whole squad
Call her clique fucker
Start to thinking that I'm the best
Just sort of speaking more than decent
And fucking something that's Puerto Rican
I'm cool as ever
Not concerned about the weather
Getting every dollar
I'm steady stacking my cheddar
Hard as ever, y'all cats soft as a feather
Super clever, outdoing me? Nigga never
Try to fuck me out my cash
Dawg I'm no pussy got big cajones
My nigga you can't douche me
Look, hard as a rock, look
Yo I'm hard to smash
New in dash, bump loud, speakers blast
Heard a couple of your songs
Your whole shit was trash
Fucking over the game
Your whole squad is ass


Yeah, I tell 'em, I tell 'em, bang, bow
Pop the man shit as a young whippersnapper
Been toting guns in my pants
Niggas bitches, niggas snitching
Yeah they taking the stand
Cause a nigga on the block
Moves a couple of grand
Coming in wild, with 32 guns, and
10 guys, 3 Puerto Rican bitches
And a couple of 9s
Shit, BO never stopping, cause the
Flow is a headache
And my swag is a Oxycotin
It's Top Dawg money gang
20 grand verte chain
Bentley GT, 3 pieces, nigga fuck a raise
Hustle like I'm broke man
Advise you to do the same
Nigga rob me? Better knock it off man
Shit, these niggas teddy bear soft
They pull up to new coupe
Watch me fucking knock their top off
Bone marrow falling off, Mr swag dance
Still lean, to the left
When they taking my pants
Try to play this MC like he was light
Cause you can get it worse than
Harold did at that red light pimping 24
7 like the day to the night
Now you mad cause your
Girlfriend giving head right

Moving through the block like a centipede
No rooftop, who hot? I'mma show them
Where the antifreeze
I hit the dealership, and tell
Them hand me keys, like a grand pianist
Damage anything said, then landing on
Top of your bitch, oops I tripped
I'm clumsy like Michelle Williams
Or Jaleel White
I feel like a Predator, and none of
You Danny Glovers are ready for
Alien tactics the god is back
They're on their knees praying like a mantis
As I perform like Santa Clause
Pause TVs in the Phantom
Bitches on my left and my
Right like I pant them
Dancing on the coast, emerging from the smoke
Pimping in my blood
Tell doc to check my pulse
They knew that was KDot the gemini
With another cut like a Samurai
Anything else is uncivilized fucker

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