Kendrick Lamar, Jeezy - Westside, Right on Time lyrics

Pillars of joy can be found
Through the thought of you
I'll be troubled and bustled and
Scorned for your love
Canei Finch on the beat
Turn the headphones up, Ali here we go

I woke up this morning with my dick on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all
Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that girl
Good kid, mAAd city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
Fucking right
It's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with Benjamin
I used to give a fuck about
My luck when I was innocent
Now what the fuck is up? I'm
At your neck like a Pendleton
Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need that
Twenty-four acres and a mule


Best believe that they say he got smoke
Like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that
Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was '95
Buy a strap and then we cock
It back when it's uncircumcised
Write a rap on how we just
React when shotty hit the spine
Give you dap and then we slide
Through your hood three dozen times
So what's good? I'm looking for a pedicure
Pink pussy that pop
Preferably the kind that don't stink
Bomb-ass head 'til she can't blink
And her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me

I'm so damn turnt
Wheeling in a two door with
Two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time
Tell 'em hoes kudos eastside, right on time
They don't fuck with you though
When my hood getting to the money
The pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time
Gunning through your door

I woke up this morning like fuck the world
Been hustling since I was twelve, man
I've been through hell
Now these motherfuckers is trying to
Tell me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all motherfuckers, look
Y'all wasn't there
Turnt, posted up on the block
Waiting for mail
From my niggas posted up in the county
Praying for bail
Could've cost your boy everything, man
It wasn't cheap
Coming for a nigga, just don't sleep
Shit for the weak
Got on my Malcolm X frames
Now I count the check, mane
'Cause every time I speak
You hear my Malcolm X pain
Now them doors go up on that Lamb
They like judo
Young, you like your bitches with
Ass? I like you, hoe!
First, them bitches see me, I'm gone
I'm like Pluto
Plus, I keep them choppers that sing
They Mars Bruno
Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM
When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him
Straight up

I'm so turnt wheeling in a two door with
Two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time
Tell 'em hoes kudos eastside, right on time
They don't fuck with you though
When my hood getting to the money
The pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time
Gunning through your door

All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets
After fucking with police guaranteed
Last nigga did that died
Don't you, don't you, don't you
Wanna live where the AK go for only 8K
Minus six racks, minus one on top of that?
Melee, stomp him out then drug him
Out like a date rape
Daytonas bending every corner while they say

I'm so turnt wheeling in a two door with
Two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time
Tell 'em hoes kudos eastside, right on time
They don't fuck with you though
When my hood getting to the money
The pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time
Gunning through your door

All I ever wanted was a
Dollar bill and hundreds
And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled
I stick my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal
Snoop Doggy on my stereo
Some British Knights or LA Gears with
Glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a swapmeet full
Of Chevrolets in candy paint
That's wet with Tammy on the bumper
Can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette
Twenty years later: hi hater
I'm the fucking best

I'm so turnt wheeling in a two door with
Two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time
Tell 'em hoes kudos eastside, right on time
They don't fuck with you though
When my hood getting to the money
The pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time
Gunning through your door