Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Bitch, Don't Kill My Vibe - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

[Hook]

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me!

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it, but today I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

[Verse 1]

Look inside of my soul

And you can find gold and maybe get rich

Look inside of your soul and you can find out it never exist

I can feel the changes

I can feel a new life, I always knew life can be dangerous

I can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it's painless

You don't know what pain is

How can I paint this picture

When the color blind is hangin' with you?

Fell on my face and awoke with a scar

Another mistake livin' deep in my heart

Wear it on top of my sleeve in a flick

I can admit that it did look like yours

Why you resent every making of this?

Tell me your purpose is petty again

But even a small lighter can burn a bridge

Even a small lighter can burn a bridge

[Bridge]

I can feel the changes

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

You can see that my city found me

Then put me on stages, to me that's amazin'

To you that's a quick check

With all disrespect, let me say this

[Hook]

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me!

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it, but today I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

[Verse 2]

I'm tryin' to keep it alive

And not compromise the feeling we love

You're tryin' to keep it deprived

And only co-sign what radio does

And I'm lookin' right past you

We live in a world, we live in a world on two different axles

You live in a world, you livin' behind the mirror

I know what you scared of

The feeling of feeling emotions inferior

This shit is vital, I know you had to

This shit is vital, I know you had to

To die in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chain

Is way more believable, give me a feasible gain

Rather a seasonal name

I'll let the people know this is somethin' you can blame

On yourselves, you can remain stuck in a box

I'ma break out and then hide every lock

I'ma break out and then hide every lock

[Bridge]

I can feel the changes

I can feel the new people around me just want to be famous

You can see that my city found me

Then put me on stages, to me that's amazin'

To you that's a quick check

With all disrespect, let me say this

[Hook]

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord, forgive me! Lord, forgive me!

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it, but today I'm yelling

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

[Outro]

Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

You ain't heard the Coast like this in a long time

Don't you see that long line?

And they waiting on Kendrick like the first and the fifteenth

Threes in the air, I can see you are in sync

Hide your feelings, hide your feelings

Now what you better do

I'll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestal

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Walk out the door and they scream it's alive

My New Year's resolution is to stop all the pollution

Talk too motherfuckin' much, I got my drink, I got my music

I say bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

Bitch, don't kill my vibe! Bitch, don't kill my vibe!

[Death to Molly]

[Skit/Outro]

Aye, K-Dot, get in the car, nigga!

Come on, we finna roll out!

Nigga, I got a pack of blacks and a beat CD

Get yo' freestyles ready!

Money Trees - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Money Trees - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Me and my niggas tryna get 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 livin' life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

I fucked 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 rhymin', ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

You lookin' like a 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

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'

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 hustlin' 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 fuck your main bitch

That's just how I feel, nah

A dollar might say fuck 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

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Dreams of livin' life like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 after school

You know, “Big Ballin' With My Homies”

Earl Stevens had us thinkin' 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'ma purchase when that day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's, with Pirellis skirtin'

Gang signs out the window, ya bish

Hopin' all of 'em offend you, ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gon' crash it when nobody's home

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'

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 hustlin' 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 fuck your main bitch

That's just how I feel, nah

A dollar might say fuck 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

[Bridge: Anna Wise]

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!

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]

Imagine Rock up in them projects

Where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings

Liquors spillin', pistols poppin'

Bakin' soda YOLA whippin'

Ain't no turkey on Thanksgivin'

My homeboy just dome'd a nigga

I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine 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 fuck 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 lurkin', Blood

Bitches sellin' pussy, niggas sellin' 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 gettin' shaded under a money tree

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison, tell me what you doin'

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 hustlin' 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

[Outro]

K’s Mom: Kendrick, just bring my car back, man. I called in for another appointment. I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways. Look, shit, shit, I just wanna get out the house, man. This man, on one, he feelin' good as a motherfucker. Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin', too. Just bring my car back. Shit, he faded. He feelin' good. Look, listen to him!

K’s Dad: Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass. Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, 'cause of that big ol’ fat ass.

K’s Mom: See, he high as hell. Shit, and he ain’t even trippin' off them damn dominoes anymore. Just bring the car back!

K’s Dad: Did somebody say dominoes?

Swimming Pools (Drank) Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

Swimming Pools (Drank) - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

[Produced by T-Minus]

[Bridge]

Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)

Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)

Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)

Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 1]

Now I done grew up 'round some people livin' their life in bottles

Granddaddy had the golden flask, backstroke every day in Chicago

Some people like the way it feels, some people wanna kill their sorrows

Some people wanna fit in with the popular, that was my problem

I was in a dark room, loud tunes, looking to make a vow soon

That I'ma get fucked up, fillin' up my cup, I see the crowd mood

Changin' by the minute and the record on repeat

Took a sip then another sip, then somebody said to me

[Hook]

Nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it

[Bridge]

Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)

Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)

Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)

Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Verse 2: Kendrick & his conscience]

Okay, now open your mind up and listen me, Kendrick

I am your conscience, if you do not hear me, then you will be history, Kendrick

I know that you're nauseous right now and I'm hopin' to lead you to victory, Kendrick

If I take another one down, I'ma drown in some poison, abusin' my limit

I think that I'm feelin' the vibe, I see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin'

The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arrived

This how you capitalize, this is parental advice

Then apparently I'm over influenced by what you are doin'

I thought I was doin' the most 'til someone said to me

[Hook]

Nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it

[Bridge]

Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)

Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)

Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)

Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Break]

I ride, you ride, bang

One chopper, one hundred shots, bang

Hop out, do you bang?

Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

I ride, you ride, bang

One chopper, one hundred shots, bang

Hop out, do you bang?

Two chopper, two hundred shots, bang

[Hook]

Nigga, why you babysitting only two or three shots?

I'ma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch 'em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor, I'ma dive in it

[Bridge]

Pour up (Drank), head shot (Drank)

Sit down (Drank), stand up (Drank)

Pass out (Drank), wake up (Drank)

Faded (Drank), faded (Drank)

[Interlude]

(Sherane)

Aw man... where is she taking me...

Where is she taking me...

[Verse 3]

All I have in life is my new appetite for failure

And I got hunger pain that grow insane

Tell me do that sound familiar?

If it do then you're like me, making excuse that your relief

Is in the bottom of the bottle and the greenest indo leaf

As the window open I release everything that corrode inside of me

I see you joking, why you laugh? Don't you feel bad?

I probably sleep and never ever wake up

Never ever wake up, never ever wake up

In God I trust but just when I thought I had enough

[Skit]

They stomped the homie out over a bitch?

K-dot, you good, blood?

Now we can drop, ye we can drop you back off

That nigga's straight man, that nigga ain't tripping

We gon' do the same ol' shit

I'ma pop a few shots, they gon' run, they gon' run opposite ways

Fall right in ----'s lap

And he gon' tear they ass up, simple as that

And I hope that bitch that set him up out there, we gon' pop that bitch too

Wait hold up, aye I see somebody

(Car door opens and gunshots are fired)

Aha! Got them niggas, K-dot, you good?

L----, you good?

Yeah blood, I'm good, Dave, you good?

Dave? Dave, say something - Dave?

These bitch ass niggas killed my brother!

m.A.A.d city - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

m.A.A.d city - Kendrick Lamar Lyrics

[Part 1: Produced by Sounwave]

[Bridge]

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down

By the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street

I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q]

"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Hook]

"Man down, where you from, nigga?"

"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"

"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

"This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"

[Verse 1]

Brace yourself

I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack

Or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac

And major pain

Not the drill sergeant

But the stress that weighin' on your brain

It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan

YG Lucky

Ride down Rosecrans

It got ugly

Waving your hand

Out the window – Check yourself, uh

Warriors and Conans

Hope euphoria can slow dance

With society

The driver seat

The first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

At the same burger stand where *beep* hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it

But ever since that day, I was looking at him different

That was back when I was nine

Joey packed the nine

Pakistan on every porch is fine

We adapt to crime

Pack a van with four guns at a time

With the sliding door

Fuck is up?

Fuck you shooting for

If you ain't walking up

You fucking punk?

Picking up the fucking pump

Picking off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets coming from

AKs, ARs – "Aye y'all, duck"

That's what momma said

When we was eating the free lunch

Aw man, goddamn

All hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in '94

Fuck your truce

Now crawl your head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain't no peace treaty

Just pieces BG's up to pre-approve

Bodies on top of bodies

IVs on top of IVs

Obviously the coroner

Between the sheets like the Isleys

When you hop on that trolley

Make sure your colors correct

Make sure you're corporate

Or they'll be calling your mother collect

They say the governor collect

All of our taxes, except

When we in traffic and tragic happens

That shit ain't no threat

You moving backwards if you suggest

That you sleep with a TEC

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor

On speed dial, I guess

M.A.A.d city

[Hook]

"Man down, where you from, nigga?"

"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"

"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"

"This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"

[Bridge]

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down

By the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street

I hear

[ScHoolBoy Q]

"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"

[Part 2: Produced by Terrace Martin]

[Intro: MC Eiht]

Wake your punk ass up

It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang

G-yeah

Real simple and plain

Let me teach you some lessons about the street

(Smoke somethin' nigga)

Hood

(Sup cuz)

It ain't nothing but a Compton thang

G-yeah

How we do

[Verse 2]

Fresh outta school

'Cause I was a high school grad

Sleeping in the living room

Of my momma's pad

Reality struck

I seen the white car crash

Hit the light pole

Two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed

My Pops said I needed a job

I thought I believed him

Security guard for a month

And ended up leaving

In fact, I got fired

'Cause I was inspired

By all of my friends

To stage a robbery

The third Saturday I clocked in

Projects tore up

Gang signs get thrown up

Cocaine laced in marijuana

And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

Imagine if your first blunt

Had you foaming at the mouth

I was straight tweakin'

The next weekend

We broke even

I made allegiance

That made a promise to see you bleedin'

You know the reasons

But still will never know my life

Kendrick – A.K.A. "Compton's Human Sacrifice"

[Interlude: MC Eiht]

G-yeah

Cocaine, weed

Niggas been mixing shit since the '80s, loc

Sherm sticks, butt nakeds

Dip, make a nigga flip

Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit

One time's crooked and shit

Block a nigga in

Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis

It's Compton

[Verse 3: MC Eiht]

I'm still in the hood, loc

Yeah, that's cool

The hood took me under

So I follow the rules

But yeah, that's like me

I grew up in the hood where they bang

And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thang

Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

A couple drive-by's in the hood lately

Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can

Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran

Crew I'm finna slay

The street life I crave

Shots hit the enemy

Hearts turn brave

Mount up

Regulators in the whip

Down the boulevard

With the pistol grip

Trip

We in the hood still

So loc, grab a strap

'Cause yeah, it's so real

Deal with the outcome

A strap in the hand

And a bird and ten grand's

Where a mothafucka stand

[Verse 4]

If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen

Would you believe me?

Or see me to be

Innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

With a basketball

And some Now and Laters to eat

If I mentioned all of my skeletons

Would you jump in the seat?

Would you say my intelligence

Now is great relief?

And it's safe to say that our next generation

Maybe can sleep

With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor

Instead of boy with a chopper

That hold the cul-de-sac hostage

Kill 'em all if they gossip

The Children of the Corn

They vandalizing

The option of living a lie

Drown their body with toxins

Constantly drinking and drive

Hit the powder

Then watch this

Flame that arrive in his eye

Listen coward

The concept is aim

And then bang it and slide

Out that bitch with deposit

A price on his head

The tithes

Probably go to the projects

I –

Live inside the belly of the rough

Compton, U.S.A

Made Me an Angel on Angel Dust

What

[Scratches]

M.A.A.d city

Compton

[Outro]

Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!

You ain't the one that got fucked up

What you holding it for

Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit

Nigga, that ain't no word

Nigga, shut up!

Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?

Don't even trip

Just lay back and drink that