作词 : Lamar, Kendrick 作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish Home invasion was persuasive From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish Dreams of living life like rappers do Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool I ****ed Sherane and went to tell my bros Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish The only thing we had to free our mind Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs You looking like an easy come up, ya bish A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish And that's a lifestyle that we never knew Go at a reverend for the revenue It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doing Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel Dreams of living life like rappers do Bump that new E-40 after school You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies" Earl Stevens had us thinking rational Back to reality, we poor, ya bish Another casualty of war, ya bish Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish That Louis Burger never be the same A Louis belt will never ease that pain But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting Gang signs out the window, ya bish Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish They say your hood is a pot of gold And we gon' crash it when nobody's home It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doing Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! Imagine Rock up in them projects Where them niggas pick your pockets Santa Claus don't miss them stockings Liquor spillin', pistols popping Baking soda YOLA whipping Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving My homeboy just domed a nigga I just hope the Lord forgive him Pots with ******* residue Every day I'm hustlin' What else is a thug to do When you eatin' cheese from the government? Gotta provide for my daughter n'em Get the **** up out my way, bish Got that drum and I got them bands Just like a parade, bish Drop that work up in the bushes Hope them boys don't see my stash If they do, tell the truth This the last time you might see my ass From the gardens where the grass ain't cut Them serpents lurking, blood *****es selling *****, niggas selling drugs But it's all good Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree It go Halle Berry or hallelujah Pick your poison, tell me what you doing Everybody gon' respect the shooter But the one in front of the gun lives forever (The one in front of the gun, forever) And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way Through canals and alleyways, just to say
[00:00.00] 作词 : Lamar, Kendrick [00:01.00] 作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick [00:14.61]Me and my niggas tryna git it, ya bish [00:17.90]Hit the house lick, tell me is you wit' it, ya bish [00:21.06]Home invasion was persuasive [00:24.62]From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish [00:28.06]Dreams of living life like rappers do [00:31.46]Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool [00:34.67]I ****ed Sherane and went to tell my bros [00:37.83]Then Usher Raymond "Let It Burn" came on [00:41.44]Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish [00:44.55]Park the car then we start rhyming, ya bish [00:47.92]The only thing we had to free our mind [00:51.18]Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs [00:54.74]You looking like an easy come up, ya bish [00:57.82]A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish [01:01.27]And that's a lifestyle that we never knew [01:04.64]Go at a reverend for the revenue [01:06.33]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah [01:10.75]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing [01:14.09]Everybody gon' respect the shooter [01:16.57]But the one in front of the gun lives forever [01:20.94](The one in front of the gun, forever) [01:23.81]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way [01:27.21]Through canals and alleyways, just to say [01:29.53]Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel [01:34.83]Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel [01:41.34]Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel [01:47.79]Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel [01:54.58]Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel [02:01.61]Dreams of living life like rappers do [02:04.77]Bump that new E-40 after school [02:07.96]You know "Big Ballin' With My Homies" [02:11.27]Earl Stevens had us thinking rational [02:14.62]Back to reality, we poor, ya bish [02:17.94]Another casualty of war, ya bish [02:21.25]Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head [02:24.75]He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish [02:28.02]That Louis Burger never be the same [02:31.28]A Louis belt will never ease that pain [02:34.47]But I'mma purchase when that day is jerking [02:37.87]Pull off at Church's with Pirellis skirting [02:41.52]Gang signs out the window, ya bish [02:45.00]Hoping all of them offend you, ya bish [02:48.03]They say your hood is a pot of gold [02:51.40]And we gon' crash it when nobody's home [02:53.20]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah [02:57.25]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing [03:00.65]Everybody gon' respect the shooter [03:03.18]But the one in front of the gun lives forever [03:07.10](The one in front of the gun, forever) [03:10.47]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way [03:13.99]Through canals and alleyways, just to say [03:16.24]Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel [03:21.57]Nah, nah, a dollar might just **** your main *****, that's just how I feel [03:28.07]Nah, a dollar might say **** them niggas that you came with, that's just how I feel [03:34.50]Nah, nah, a dollar might just make that lane switch, that's just how I feel [03:41.42]Nah, a dollar might turn to a million and we all rich, that's just how I feel [03:47.07]Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! [03:49.94]Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! [03:53.20]Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! [03:56.52]Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! [04:00.00]Be the last one out to get this dough? No way! [04:03.26]Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way! [04:06.71]Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way! [04:09.92]Hit the brakes when they on patrol? No way! [04:13.24]Imagine Rock up in them projects [04:15.30]Where them niggas pick your pockets [04:16.77]Santa Claus don't miss them stockings [04:18.36]Liquor spillin', pistols popping [04:19.85]Baking soda YOLA whipping [04:21.65]Ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving [04:23.32]My homeboy just domed a nigga [04:24.84]I just hope the Lord forgive him [04:26.85]Pots with ******* residue [04:28.31]Every day I'm hustlin' [04:29.91]What else is a thug to do [04:31.45]When you eatin' cheese from the government? [04:33.30]Gotta provide for my daughter n'em [04:34.95]Get the **** up out my way, bish [04:36.59]Got that drum and I got them bands [04:38.24]Just like a parade, bish [04:39.99]Drop that work up in the bushes [04:41.53]Hope them boys don't see my stash [04:43.05]If they do, tell the truth [04:44.77]This the last time you might see my ass [04:46.73]From the gardens where the grass ain't cut [04:48.79]Them serpents lurking, blood [04:50.07]*****es selling *****, niggas selling drugs [04:52.45]But it's all good [04:53.42]Broken promises, steal your watch and tell you what time it is [04:56.50]Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a FootLocker is [04:59.84]In the streets with a heater under my Dungarees [05:03.63]Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree [05:06.66]It go Halle Berry or hallelujah [05:09.66]Pick your poison, tell me what you doing [05:13.95]Everybody gon' respect the shooter [05:16.43]But the one in front of the gun lives forever [05:20.19](The one in front of the gun, forever) [05:23.69]And I been hustling all day, this-a-way, that-a-way [05:26.93]Through canals and alleyways, just to say
