Lirik Lagu On Me feat. Kendrick Lamar - The Game
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Back when Dot was hangin' at Top's in the BenzoFreestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencilsI was out there Bloodin' like a menstrualWith a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back whenWhen we was outside with the indoHotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughtsNever thought that I would amount to shitSmoke chronic, fuck bitches, ride around bouncin' shitFrom Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitchesThat was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luckJust left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AKWhat a day, what a day
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'I made my way through crisis, I made my tapeAnd recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrantYou can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've beenIn '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shitCappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shitOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga, you are not the homieBitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long BeachFumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your kiEveryday I wake up with my face up to my fatherMakin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seedAnd harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollarEvery dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught upBitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streetsKnow we live by it, die by it, then reincarnateAnd if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AKAin't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll playLike no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safeDocumentary had identities of where I'm fromTherefore my energy had to make sure the better me wonIt ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitudeFooled youFrom 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and HennessyI can pimp a butterfly for the energyGame I need acapella
There I go, give me a minute, nigga'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, niggaPin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno themGot my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of WilmingtonNow can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minuteLook in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No LimitAin't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and KendrickChronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentariesNow I'm blockin' sentries, 16 ImpalasThey bounce like they need a dollarThat's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solidI put that on me, that's on meYou get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homieThinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is PiruSlide through with the Erykah BaduWest side Compton, nigga don't mind if I doFrom Piru Street to my old streetNigga this Compton, grew up on a dead endGot an armful of dead friendsRound here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headbandLike what's up cause(Yo dawg where you from?)No time to stop and thinkPull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blinkStraight outta Compton, 3 times I told youThe third time I said it with TDE mothafuckaI'll make you eat every letterSpoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of ImpalasWhen shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilersMy clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the cornerAnd all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the cornerCall the coroner, niggas dead out hereHangin' onto life by a thread out hereThem niggas wearin' all that red out hereP snapbacks on niggas heads out hereSo don't you come fuckin' with the little homieSo OG they call me TonyMontana, no French, my red bandana legitMy uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"So I didSell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I didWalked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I didSkipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I didFucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on BloodsWestside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on BloodsYou fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your bloodI put that...
On me, that's on meOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga you are not the homieOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga you are not the homie
Back when my drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'I made my way through crisis, I made my tapeAnd recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrantYou can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've beenIn '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shitCappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shitOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga, you are not the homieBitch I'm well-connected from my section down to Long BeachFumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your kiEveryday I wake up with my face up to my fatherMakin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seedAnd harvest All my king stuffin', double up my plantation with dollarEvery dream is such reality, my deja vu done caught upBitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's on me24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streetsKnow we live by it, die by it, then reincarnateAnd if Game told me, "Drive by it, " I raise AKAin't no shame on it, cry about it, fuck that, I'll playLike no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safeDocumentary had identities of where I'm fromTherefore my energy had to make sure the better me wonIt ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'Nigga it's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
Oh man, you thought these niggas with attitude would show gratitudeFooled youFrom 2015 to infinity it's still bomb weed and HennessyI can pimp a butterfly for the energyGame I need acapella
There I go, give me a minute, nigga'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, niggaPin it on my Pendleton, trap late night, Jay Leno themGot my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of WilmingtonNow can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minuteLook in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No LimitAin't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and KendrickChronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentariesNow I'm blockin' sentries, 16 ImpalasThey bounce like they need a dollarThat's on my mama, niggas up and did me a solidI put that on me, that's on meYou get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homieThinkin' back then like fuck your rules, nigga this is PiruSlide through with the Erykah BaduWest side Compton, nigga don't mind if I doFrom Piru Street to my old streetNigga this Compton, grew up on a dead endGot an armful of dead friendsRound here Crips be sweatin' us niggas like a headbandLike what's up cause(Yo dawg where you from?)No time to stop and thinkPull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blinkStraight outta Compton, 3 times I told youThe third time I said it with TDE mothafuckaI'll make you eat every letterSpoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of ImpalasWhen shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them niggas rottweilersMy clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 balls on the cornerAnd all them niggas I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the cornerCall the coroner, niggas dead out hereHangin' onto life by a thread out hereThem niggas wearin' all that red out hereP snapbacks on niggas heads out hereSo don't you come fuckin' with the little homieSo OG they call me TonyMontana, no French, my red bandana legitMy uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"So I didSell every chicken that a nigga had in stock, yes I didWalked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I didSkipped class, yes I did, whooped niggas ass, yes I didFucked a bitch behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on BloodsWestside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on BloodsYou fuck with Dot, I'll let you choke on your bloodI put that...
On me, that's on meOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga you are not the homieOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meOn me, that's on meRaise up, nigga you are not the homie
