Pusha T, Kendrick Lamar - Nosetalgia lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pusha T, Kendrick Lamar - Nosetalgia lyrics]
W W W What is it?
Twenty-plus years of selling
Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder there's diaper rash
On my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar
That's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen
Let it ventilate
'Cause I let it sizzle on the
Stove like a Minute Steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me
Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers
Four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller
Cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of
Chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood
I'm a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge
Like Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies"
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides
Throwing punches in his room, if he cries
He cries
We don't drink away the pain when a nigga die
We add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playin' on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills
Who gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless
Simply 'cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be
Fuckin' with my sinus
Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds 'til you dying – dead
Yuugh!
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker"
"You better change, ch-ch-change"
"Dee dee dee, dah dee, dah
Dee, dee dee, dah dee, day ah"
(What is it?)
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party
Trouble's on my mind
I still smell crime, my little brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Ooh, wee, cut me some slack
Weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise
Please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you
The world I was in when I was ten
Back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten
Niggas don't pay attention
And when it's tension in the air
Nines come with extensions
My daddy turned a quarter-piece to
A four and a half took a L
Started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky
To treat his nose shirt buttoned open
Taco meat laying on his gold
I said, "Daddy, one day
I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips
One thousand grams of cocaine
Then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or
Sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it
Deebo on perimeter" he said, "Son
How come you think you be my connect?"
I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up
With all due respect" he said, "Well, nigga
Then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker
Every verse is a brick your son dope, nigga!
Now reap what you sowed, nigga!
(Please reap what you sowed, nigga)
I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all
Was smoking is my profession let's get it
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker"
"You better change ch-change
Ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange"
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker" "Th Th Th Th They must be
On the dick of who?"
"Th Th Th Th They must be
On the dick of who?"
Twenty-plus years of selling
Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby-faced monster
No wonder there's diaper rash
On my conscience
My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense
Gem Star razor and a dinner plate
Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar
That's my dinner date
Then crack the window in the kitchen
Let it ventilate
'Cause I let it sizzle on the
Stove like a Minute Steak
Nigga, I was crack in the school zone
Two beepers on me
Starter jacket that was two-toned
Four lockers
Four different bitches got their mule on
Black Ferris Bueller
Cutting school with his jewels on
Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of
Chains and a arm full of watches
What I sell for pain in the hood
I'm a doctor
Zhivago, tried to fight the urge
Like Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies"
Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides
Throwing punches in his room, if he cries
He cries
We don't drink away the pain when a nigga die
We add a link to the chain
Inscribe a nigga name in your flesh
We playin' on a higher game of chess
Once you delegate his bills
Who gon' fuck his bitch the best?
A million megapixels of the Pyrex
Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex
Nigga, this is timeless
Simply 'cause it's honest
Pure as the fumes that be
Fuckin' with my sinus
Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon Red
Blood on your diamonds 'til you dying – dead
Yuugh!
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker"
"You better change, ch-ch-change"
"Dee dee dee, dah dee, dah
Dee, dee dee, dah dee, day ah"
(What is it?)
You wanna see a dead body?
Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party
Trouble's on my mind
I still smell crime, my little brother crying
Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis
Either that or my auntie was stealing it
Hit the pipe and start feeling it
Ooh, wee, cut me some slack
Weed never did that
This was different, geez, Louise
Please help me relax
Quantum physics could never show you
The world I was in when I was ten
Back when nine ounces had got you ten
And nine times out of ten
Niggas don't pay attention
And when it's tension in the air
Nines come with extensions
My daddy turned a quarter-piece to
A four and a half took a L
Started selling soap fiends bubble bath
Broke his nails misusing his pinky
To treat his nose shirt buttoned open
Taco meat laying on his gold
I said, "Daddy, one day
I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips
One thousand grams of cocaine
Then your name will be rich
Now you can rock it up or
Sell it soft as leather interior
Drop some ice cubes in it
Deebo on perimeter" he said, "Son
How come you think you be my connect?"
I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up
With all due respect" he said, "Well, nigga
Then show me how it all makes sense"
Go figure, motherfucker
Every verse is a brick your son dope, nigga!
Now reap what you sowed, nigga!
(Please reap what you sowed, nigga)
I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend
Now the same shit that y'all
Was smoking is my profession let's get it
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker"
"You better change ch-change
Ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange"
"You better change what comes
Out your speaker" "Th Th Th Th They must be
On the dick of who?"
"Th Th Th Th They must be
On the dick of who?"