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top dawg money gang - kendrick lamar lyrics

[intro: jay rock]
what up? what up?
what up? what up?
ill will exclusive

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
okay, k*dot for president, even if your eyes couldn’t see, you know it’s evident
don’t insult your intelligence
team like a mighty sword, i could slaughter several men
live from the devils’ den, i can burn yours
straighten out and burn yours, you can catch a n*gga pedalin’
real n*gga music, if they real, then i let them in
my world, mind over matter, shotty blast, spine over bladder
causalities add up, please watch your vocabulary
sl!ck talk get you buried where the words walk
get your identification lost
takin off in an 80
[?] i bought for my pops’ buddy
hit the corner, you hear the b*tches screaming they love me
play the field better than rugby, n*ggas respect it
whoever don’t get left headless, now check the message like voicemail
whenever my voice sail over instrumentals
i’m the realest, can’t you tell? (salute me)

[chorus: kendrick lamar, ms. shay, jay rock]
[?] out in cbt
got my hand on the steerin’ wheel, cruisin’ these streets
when we seen you fly past, act like you know me
salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga
movin’ at a slow pace, set aside [?]
you can hear all the b*tches hollerin’ what it’s gon’ be
‘cause my ak [?]
salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute you, n*gga
top dawg money gang (what up?)
we doin our thangs (what up?)
we run the games (what up?)
got to salute us, mane (d*d*d*d*dj ill will, what up?)
[verse 2: kendrick lamar]
run up, get done up, don’t care who you in front of
even your mother can see you fall under the wraith
of a tummy tucker aka the chopper lover
chop enough to f*ck you up, you f*ck with us, you f*ckin up, f*cker
f*ck you mean? i’m sharper than box cutters
clean*serve n*ggas the issue like magazines (issue, issue)
clear the scene when we intervene
your enter forever awaits when you lighter than kerosene
like a fein to a pipe, guarantee i crack open their head, right
in front of they homies, ride like patrollees
sittin’ so high, you would think i’m ’bout to od
but i’m not high, this is big whippin’ homie

[chorus: kendrick lamar, ms. shay, jay rock]
[?] out in cbt
got my hand on the steerin’ wheel, cruisin’ these streets
when we seen you fly past, act like you know me
salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga
movin’ at a slow pace, set aside [?]
you can hear all the b*tches hollerin’ what it’s gon’ be
‘cause my ak [?]
salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute a n*gga, salute you, n*gga
top dawg money gang (what up?)
we doin our thangs (what up?)
we run the games (what up?)
got to salute us, mane (d*d*d*d*dj ill will, what up?)
[verse 3: jay rock, kendrick lamar]
yeah
top dawg money gang, oh boy, we runnin’ things
f*ckin’ over these tracks, motherf*cker, we runnin’ trains
look to cash, never late like a money train
more dollars, more choppas, want beef, n*gga, holler
most of these new west n*ggas be on some hoe sh*t
that’s why i ride around, steady bumpin’ my own sh*t
these n*ggas hatin’ but they b*tches, give me dome quick
they give ‘em long kiss, i just give them long d*ck
n*ggas talkin’, thanks for the promotion
gossipin’ like b*tches, softer than baby lotion
look, i’m so sick, nah, i’m so reckless
boy, i got bars, flow hotter than red peppers
i’m magnificent, i’m the new [?]
’til they sign my death certificate, don’t mean to be rude
servin’ these wack rappers, give these n*ggas the blues
top dawg ent, b*tch n*gga, salute (salute me)

- kendrick lamar lyrics

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