- Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) 歌词 Kendrick Lamar
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- Kendrick Lamar Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) 歌词
- Kendrick Lamar
- I welcome y'all to boot camp
Training Day
Fasten your seatbelts
Who shot ya, I don't know but you're best to call a doctor
Make sure them rookie medical surgeons can oper-rate on you
Pistol whip break the face on you, ****** I does it my way like Sinatra
Let them infrared's Dalmatian dot ya
Scope'll spot ya, move wrong and I got ya!
Through my vision like perennial
Creepin' to your house, you hear footsteps slowly as I tippy-toe
The tip I owe is through your window pane, I'm insane
One shot could leave 'em senseless, (BANGBANG!)Marlon Wayans
Psychiatrist can't restrain the mind of a sick patient
Spray everything, not a single bullet wasted
Be patient, you gon' be meeting mad links
Put 'em in the ba*****t
BET, I'm strapped with TNT
Follow rules every morning, this ****** coming with me, Woah!
That's what they say when they see me in your coupe
Sunroof, rims spinning like a ******g hoola-hoop
You tried to play big and say "gimmie the loot"
Tables turned, now the people saying "please don't shoot"
Get out the way, label, and try to make it to safety
Cause I doubt that my ****** is on safety
Spray *******s, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes
Ride shotgun, 745 Maybe?
That's Maybach for you dumb mother******ers
I'm wise like my pops but I'm young, mother******er
I'm the one, mother******er, bust around hustlers
You want it? They could serve you, butler
Excuse me Ma, I ain't going for your lover
So when I ****** you, the same time I'm like "****** you"
You're better off looking for your next sucker
Money talks, I thought you heard Chris Tucker
I ball as if I play for the Rucker
Black Widow, keep something under my pillow to buck ya
He talks about it and when the fifth touch ya,
No confession, no Usher, for real! ;)
Your whole spot is a movie like Blockbuster
If I want you imma bring it to your block, busta
And make it clap, no I'm not spliff star and busta
In fact, my *******s is linemen the way they rush ya
I keep it street from Compton to Russia
Rhyme technique is something like none other
It's warfare, choke if you scared
Go buy a flashlight and pray under your covers
I slaughter *******s, one hand bang, Vince Carter *******s
Young boy I'm a father figure to kids who's minds is bigger
And they pops still sprung off the hardest liquor, I'm young
Please move in orderly fashion
For the love of money and crime I got a passion
Blow your body and spine whenever I'm blastin'
Makeover your whole face, you look like a Jackson
Any one, pick one
Heihei... XD
Aye
I told you we gonna send you *******s to boot camp
Training Day
Fasten your seatbelts
The ride is rough
Lace your boots too (Heihei again...)
This is practice right here, we do this ****** in our sleep
Yeah
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