- Kendrick Lamar Trip 歌詞
- Kendrick Lamar
- 'Boarding completed
Id like to welcome you
Aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time
Will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at
An altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we would like
To acquaint you with some of the features
Relax and breathe normally'
Uh coming down like Im uphill
Hogging both lanes better
Than a bus will
She tell me that my head
Bigger than a bus wheel
But it dont matter cause
She still gon let me f**k still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick
With some L A weather
Then step out like Chicago
In its finest era
You niggas begging for attention
Doing extra-extra
Downgrading yourself you get
An F for effort
Ha-ha I let the world know
I chose to keep to myself
And let the world go
And if you dont like a nigga
Then let your girl know
So she can be curious
On Twitter looking me up
Im laid back with a bad one
You aint never had one
Ass so fat that it tipped
Over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till
The f**king badge come
Hello to my wittiness
Im Cadillacs grandson
And Im a trip
Ever since an understudy man
Ive always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You aint heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the moon
We bout to go now
I got enough of the mojo
To go around
So pack your bags
And tell him you going out of town
Cause Im a trip
Landing on another runway
Fly with me
Or die tryna fly
A shot-down Frisbee
Shout out to Black Hippy
Nigga we on
Like we never been off
Straight shots of Patron
Im give yall the business
To give yall some business
Pussy aint shit
I can give yall some bitches
Clean off her sports bra
She clean off my dishes
Then wear off the Kangols
Hood rats I hate those
And she know what this is
Hey lil mama
Seen your pretty ass around
The way lil mama
But why you always in somebody
Face lil mama
Embarrassing yourself
Get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Nigga I gotta be that nigga
If I aint I gotta be that nigga
Curtesy of Paulas oldest son
Pay homage
Or pay attention
Open your eyes and hear knowledge
And Im a trip
Ever since an understudy man
Ive always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You aint heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the moon
We bout to go now
I got enough of the
Mojo to go around
So pack your bags
And tell him you going out of town
Cause Im a trip
Gi-give me that
Gi-gi-give me that
Thats how I get at em
When I look at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts
Mine start at a few racks
So I can live on a hill
Just off a few raps
I want to live in a space
That noneof yall can visit
That might be outer space
The Jupiter district
I quadruple my vision
If you dont see it then youre
Dead with your eyes open
Ive seen bullets hit the wheel
Left his ride smoking
On some Compton shit
Somebody thatll ride or die
Thats a Compton bitch
You see my city is the city of Lamar
Itll take twenty years fore
A nigga see them all
The swap meet dumping
The sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low
Dont you know Paul Bunyan
Im on cloud nine
I can see rain coming
So if Im out my mind
People dont say nothing
And Im a trip
Ever since an understudy
Man Ive always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You aint heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the
Moon we bout to go now
I got enough of the mojo
To go around
So pack your bags and tell
Him you going out of town
Cause Im a trip
'How was your flight Mr Lamar
Good hope to see you next time'
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