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I'm a bastard with black lips\nBlack shirt, black shades, long black dick\nI'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\nSwung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n\nAnd all we do is it, all we do is do it\nAll we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n(This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\nAnd all we do is it, all we do is do it\nAll we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n(This what you want? I give up)\n(Let Puff Daddy talk to you, the real Puff Daddy), yeah\n\nFigg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time\nFuck this rap shit, I'm active (yah, yah)\nSucking on titties since I was eight\nHoodie with my shades, I ain't tryna be fake (fucker)\nSo don't be talking to me pussy\nRunning your gums like you be locking\nWhen the world know that you're nookie\nRookie, softer than infant fabric\nI won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted\n\nKnow my niggas moving\nYou hesitating to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doing?\nPerpetrating, bitches popping percocet and percolating\nFreelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works\nI'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet\nLightyears ahead, I'm bright, and I like to get oral sex\nSoul brother, number one plus one\nGetting fed like where drugs and guns come from\n\nAll we do is do it, shitting on the competition\nTaking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music\nYou niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies\nCut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi\nPeel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies (yeah)\nGet home, smoke, and poke on some coochie\nI'm just fucking around, enough with them fairy tales\nBut I bust heads for real, go head\n\nI'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me\nHow you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet?\nPeep, thinking you sweet but you weak\nTalking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street\nMomma taught you better, never clash with a giant\nUnless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not Goliath\nFeel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon\nWig out, then hit your ass with a trident\n\nMoney on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in\nIf rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin\nHunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot (bad boy)\nNo fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do\nEast side up, Watt city mayhem\nChoppers that spraying from AM to PM\nI'm the silent assassin of the 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This what you really want, huh?\n[00:04.31] Turn me up, Ali\n[00:05.47] (I know your image of me) this what, this what you want?\n[00:07.41] (Is what I hope to be) huh?\n[00:12.02] Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n[00:14.84] So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n[00:17.84] Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n[00:20.71] Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n[00:25.46] Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n[00:27.28] (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n[00:30.13] (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n[00:32.76] (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n[00:36.05] Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n[00:38.69] Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n[00:41.82] Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n[00:44.76] Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n[00:48.97] Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n[00:51.05] Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n[00:55.26] And somebody tell Rihanna too\n[00:58.30] I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n[01:00.97] Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n[01:02.83] I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n[01:06.00] Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views\n[01:08.98] Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move\n[01:12.05] I hope this shit can register on a regular soon\n[01:14.72] Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool (bitch)\n[01:17.90] K.Dot, leave them grieving on evening news\n[01:20.75] Even when society break even, I'll break rules\n[01:23.91] I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas\n[01:27.47] Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga\n[01:30.31] Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg\n[01:33.16] Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?\n[01:36.08] Niggas stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead\n[01:39.59] Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed\n[01:42.57] Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle\n[01:44.90] The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple\n[01:48.03] I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make them pay double\n[01:51.01] Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle\n[01:54.01] You're basic like cable to a satellite dish\n[01:56.58] You was running LA, now you out of there like Fish (wack ass)\n[01:59.80] What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips\n[02:02.85] Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n[02:06.05] I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n[02:08.85] Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n[02:13.55] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:15.89] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:21.32] (This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\n[02:25.32] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:27.64] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:31.09] (This what you want? I give up)\n[02:33.44] (Let Puff Daddy talk to you, the real Puff Daddy), yeah\n[02:35.91] Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time\n[02:40.12] Fuck this rap shit, I'm active (yah, yah)\n[02:42.93] Sucking on titties since I was eight\n[02:45.58] Hoodie with my shades, I ain't tryna be fake (fucker)\n[02:49.17] So don't be talking to me pussy\n[02:50.75] Running your gums like you be locking\n[02:52.19] When the world know that you're nookie\n[02:54.33] Rookie, softer than infant fabric\n[02:56.97] I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted\n[03:01.66] Know my niggas moving\n[03:02.85] You hesitating to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doing?\n[03:06.13] Perpetrating, bitches popping percocet and percolating\n[03:09.25] Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works\n[03:12.44] I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet\n[03:15.20] Lightyears ahead, I'm bright, and I like to get oral sex\n[03:18.36] Soul brother, number one plus one\n[03:20.67] Getting fed like where drugs and guns come from\n[03:23.91] All we do is do it, shitting on the competition\n[03:27.18] Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music\n[03:30.05] You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies\n[03:32.91] Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi\n[03:36.03] Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies (yeah)\n[03:39.11] Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie\n[03:42.17] I'm just fucking around, enough with them fairy tales\n[03:45.19] But I bust heads for real, go head\n[03:48.29] I'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me\n[03:51.39] How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet?\n[03:54.22] Peep, thinking you sweet but you weak\n[03:56.73] Talking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street\n[03:59.58] Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant\n[04:02.65] Unless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not Goliath\n[04:05.64] Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon\n[04:09.10] Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident\n[04:11.99] Money on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in\n[04:14.92] If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin\n[04:18.08] Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot (bad boy)\n[04:21.05] No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do\n[04:23.92] East side up, Watt city mayhem\n[04:27.01] Choppers that spraying from AM to PM\n[04:29.92] I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon\n[04:32.39] Black Hippy blasting a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon\n[04:36.17] Toe tagging wack rappers off GP\n[04:39.25] You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D\n[04:42.04] You smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi\n[04:45.02] In the Backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks\n[04:48.05] You paying for that pussy but we always get freebies\n[04:51.00] Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a Frisbee, it's history\n[04:55.18] You know the night and day is ours\n[04:57.16] Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch\n[05:00.58] Is this what y'all really want?\n[05:02.75] This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want?\n[05:05.18] When I'm in interviews, don't ask me about no crews\n[05:08.32] No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's getting it\n[05:12.75] I don't give a fuck, nigga\n[05:14.67] I just paid, I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga\n[05:17.61] Off Section.80, on some independent shit\n[05:23.25] Uncle Sam talking about, \"You an old lost relative,\" nigga fuck you\n[05:27.75] K-Dot said it, not Kendrick\n[05:31.73] Ab-Soul, the rawest motherfucker on the planet, nigga\n[05:36.98] T.D.E., solar system, Control System, beeotch\n[05:43.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Black Lip Bastard (Black Hippy remix)\n  artist: Ab‐Soul\n  album: Black Lip Bastard (Black Hippy remix)\n  duration_ms: 349000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: This what you really want, huh?\n  start_ms: 240\n  end_ms: 4310\n- text: Turn me up, Ali\n  start_ms: 4310\n  end_ms: 5470\n- 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 Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n  Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n  (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n  (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n  (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n  Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views\n  Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move\n  I hope this shit can register on a regular soon\n  Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool (bitch)\n  K.Dot, leave them grieving on evening news\n  Even when society break even, I'll break rules\n\n  I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas\n  Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga\n  Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg\n  Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?\n  Niggas stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead\n  Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed\n  Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle\n  The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple\n\n  I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make them pay double\n  Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle\n  You're basic like cable to a satellite dish\n  You was running LA, now you out of there like Fish (wack ass)\n  What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips\n  Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n  I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n  Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n\n  And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n  All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n  (This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\n  And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n  All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n  (This what you want? I give up)\n  (Let Puff Daddy talk to you, the real Puff Daddy), yeah\n\n  Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke time\n  Fuck this rap shit, I'm active (yah, yah)\n  Sucking on titties since I was eight\n  Hoodie with my shades, I ain't tryna be fake (fucker)\n  So don't be talking to me pussy\n  Running your gums like you be locking\n  When the world know that you're nookie\n  Rookie, softer than infant fabric\n  I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted\n\n  Know my niggas moving\n  You hesitating to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doing?\n  Perpetrating, bitches popping percocet and percolating\n  Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works\n  I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet\n  Lightyears ahead, I'm bright, and I like to get oral sex\n  Soul brother, number one plus one\n  Getting fed like where drugs and guns come from\n\n  All we do is do it, shitting on the competition\n  Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music\n  You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies\n  Cut straight to them credits and hit you with a Uzi\n  Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies (yeah)\n  Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie\n  I'm just fucking around, enough with them fairy tales\n  But I bust heads for real, go head\n\n  I'm Jay Rock, you lil' niggas beneath me\n  How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet?\n  Peep, thinking you sweet but you weak\n  Talking out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street\n  Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant\n  Unless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not Goliath\n  Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon\n  Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident\n\n  Money on the table, my nigga, you know I'm all in\n  If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin\n  Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot (bad boy)\n  No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do\n  East side up, Watt city mayhem\n  Choppers that spraying from AM to PM\n  I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon\n  Black Hippy blasting a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon\n\n  Toe tagging wack rappers off GP\n  You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D\n  You smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi\n  In the Backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks\n  You paying for that pussy but we always get freebies\n  Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a Frisbee, it's history\n  You know the night and day is ours\n  Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch\n\n  Is this what y'all really want?\n  This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want?\n  When I'm in interviews, don't ask me about no crews\n  No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's getting it\n  I don't give a fuck, nigga\n  I just paid, I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga\n  Off Section.80, on some independent shit\n  Uncle Sam talking about, \"You an old lost relative,\" nigga fuck you\n  K-Dot said it, not Kendrick\n  Ab-Soul, the rawest motherfucker on the planet, nigga\n  T.D.E., solar system, Control System, beeotch\n"},{"id":34203425,"name":"Black Lip Bastard (Rmx) (feat. 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 Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n  Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n  (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n  (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n  (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n  Good kid, mad city, 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 Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n  Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n  (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n  (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n  (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n  Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views\n  Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move\n  I hope this shit can register on a regular soon\n  Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool (bitch)\n  K.Dot, leave them grieving on evening news\n  Even when society break even, I'll break rules\n\n  I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas\n  Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga\n  Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg\n  Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?\n  Niggas stretching the truth like they choose to do yoga instead\n  Either that or they depressed, eating yogurt in bed\n  Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle\n  The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple\n\n  I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make them pay double\n  Anxious when the bacon on the table, I need a muzzle\n  You're basic like cable to a satellite dish\n  You was running LA, now you out of there like Fish (wack ass)\n  What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips\n  Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n  I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n  Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n\n  And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n  All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n  (This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\n  And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n  All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n  (This what you want? 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mayhem\n  Choppers that spraying from AM to PM\n  I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon\n  Black Hippy blasting a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon\n\n  Toe tagging wack rappers off GP\n  You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D\n  You smoking on that seaweed, we rolling up that kiwi\n  In the Backwood lighting, we high for like three weeks\n  You paying for that pussy but we always get freebies\n  Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a Frisbee, it's history\n  You know the night and day is ours\n  Top Dawg conglomerate, Hiii Power, bitch\n\n  Is this what y'all really want?\n  This Black Hippy shit what y'all really want?\n  When I'm in interviews, don't ask me about no crews\n  No posses, no cliques, don't tell me who's getting it\n  I don't give a fuck, nigga\n  I just paid, I just paid six figures in taxes, nigga\n  Off Section.80, on some independent shit\n  Uncle Sam talking about, \"You an old lost relative,\" nigga fuck you\n  K-Dot said it, not Kendrick\n  Ab-Soul, the 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This what you really want, huh?\n[00:04.31] Turn me up, Ali\n[00:05.47] (I know your image of me) this what, this what you want?\n[00:07.41] (Is what I hope to be) huh?\n[00:12.02] Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n[00:14.84] So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n[00:17.84] Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n[00:20.71] Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n[00:25.46] Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n[00:27.28] (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n[00:30.13] (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n[00:32.76] (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n[00:36.05] Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n[00:38.69] Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n[00:41.82] Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n[00:44.76] Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n[00:48.97] Eat 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I'm a bastard with black lips\n[02:02.85] Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n[02:06.05] I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n[02:08.85] Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n[02:13.55] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:15.89] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:21.32] (This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\n[02:25.32] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:27.64] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:31.09] (This what you want? 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 Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n  Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n  (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n  (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n  (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n  Good kid, mad city, 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 Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain (this what y'all really want)\n  Let me get it back, Ali (when we do-)\n  (When we do interviews, don't ask me 'bout no movements) yeah, I'm good\n  (No crews, no-no posses, no cliques)\n  (If it ain't 'bout TDE, I don't wanna hear that shit, bitch)\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see (yeah) a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned five\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (hey, baby!)\n\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowing Compton ain't kinda cool\n  Good kid, mad city, 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K.Dot, leave 'em grieving on evening news\n  Even when society break even, I'll break rules\n\n  I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas\n  Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga\n  Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg\n  Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?\n  Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead\n  Either that or that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed\n  Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle\n  The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple\n  I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make 'em pay double\n\n  Anxious when the bacon on the table I need a muzzle\n  You're basic like cable to a satellite dish\n\n  You was runnin' LA, now you out of there like Fish\n  What more can I say? 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I'm a bastard with black lips\n[02:02.85] Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n[02:06.05] I'm awkward dog, I'm tryna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n[02:08.85] Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n[02:13.55] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:15.89] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:21.32] (This what you really want?) And all we do is do it\n[02:25.32] And all we do is it, all we do is do it\n[02:27.64] All we do is do it, all we do is do it (real niggas squad)\n[02:31.09] (This what you want? 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image of me\n  Is what I hope to be\n\n  Black lip bastard, pass me your password\n  So I can hack inside your brain, see I too have gone insane\n  Before I fall I'm sure to curse you all in Jesus' name\n  Lead shower, Anna Pebble hour bitch stand the rain\n\n  Look inside my parking garage and see a collage\n  Of every person I despise since the moment I turned 5\n  Calculate my steps and strategically took my time\n  Even falling off, I land on the ass of Nicki Minaj (so soft!)\n  Eat that pink pussy like it's Friday\n  Bust one, Roman Reload, then smoke to Sade\n  And somebody tell Rihanna too\n  I need that vagina too (Hey baby!)\n  Don't fucking take me for some kind of fool\n  I'm kinda the reminder of knowin' Compton ain't kinda cool\n\n  Good kid, mad city, mountaintops couldn't see my views\n  Counter-tops, we hop over, hit the register then we move\n  I hope this shit can register on a regular soon\n  Before I climb this pedestal and make you catch my fucking stool bitch\n  K.Dot, leave 'em grieving on evening news\n  Even when society break even, I'll break rules\n\n  I told niggas, caught wrecked, and then I towed niggas\n  Fold niggas like clothes and drawers nigga\n  Homie chose to go toe-to-toe, I had to break his leg\n  Like a cliche to rock a show, is that over your head?\n  Niggas stretchin' the truth like they choose to do yoga instead\n  Either that or that or they depressed, eatin' yogurt in bed\n  Solar system, grab a space shuttle and stay subtle\n  The bass bit the bait, I'm straight, you a gay couple\n  I ain't thirsty for the deal, way to make 'em pay double\n\n  Anxious when the bacon on the table I need a muzzle\n  You're basic like cable to a satellite dish\n\n  You was runnin' LA, now you out of there like Fish\n  What more can I say? I'm a bastard with black lips\n  Black shirt, black shades, long black dick\n  I'm awkward dog, I'm trynna bargain shop at Saks Fifth\n  Swung two axes and knocked the Earth off axis\n\n  Figg side, black nine, black lips, smoke tiiiiime\n  Fuck this rap shit I'm active\n  Suckin' on titties since I was 8\n\n  Hoodie with my shades I ain't tryna be fake\n  So don't be talking to me pussy\n  Runnin' your gums like you be loc'ing\n  When the world know that you're nookie\n  Rookie, softer than infant fabric\n\n  I won't have it, when the gun drawn get rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tatted\n  Know my niggas movin'\n  You hesitatin' to hit the lick, what the fuck is you doin'?\n\n  Perpetratin', bitches poppin' percocet and percolatin'\n  Freelance for God but do the work of Satan, whatever works\n  I'm clever with the words if you haven't noticed yet\n  Lightyears ahead, I'm bright and I like to get oral sex\n  Soul brother number 1+1, gettin' fed like where drugs and guns come from\n\n  All we do is do it, shittin' on the competition\n  Taking heads off, this Hannibal Lecter music\n  You niggas don't move me, you niggas just movies\n  Cut straight to them credits and hit you wit' a uzi\n  Peel off in a dullies, truck bed full of toolies\n  Get home, smoke, and poke on some coochie\n  I'm just fuckin' around, enough with them fairy tales\n  But I bust heads for real, go head --\n  I'm Jay Rock, you lil niggas beneath me\n  How you gon' dance with the devil, with two left feet?\n  Peep, thinkin' you sweet but you weak\n  Talkin out of turn'll leave all of your teeth in the street\n  Momma taught you better, never clash with a giant\n  Unless you David, remember my nigga, I'm not Goliath\n  Feel the wrath of this titan, hit some water call it Poseidon\n  Wig out, then hit your ass with a trident\n  Money on the table my nigga, you know I'm all in\n  If rap was a drink, you wine nigga, I'm all gin\n  Hunnit' proof, recruit a hunnit' troops who love to shoot\n  No fluke my nigga, you know that's what us hunters do\n  East side up, Watt city mayhem\n  Choppers that sprayin' from AM to PM\n  I'm the silent assassin of the four-headed dragon\n  Black Hippy blastin' a 50 out the back of the Benz Wagon\n  Toe tagging wack rappers off GP\n  You can't see me, your vision ain't 3D\n  You smokin' on that seaweed, we rollin' up that kiwi\n  In the backwood lightin', we high for like 3 weeks\n  You payin' for that pussy but we always get freebies\n  Top Dawg that ho and throw it like a frisbee, it's history\n  You know the night and day is ours\n  Top Dawg Conglomerate, HiiiPower, bitch\n"}]