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letra de westside right on time - dj hitz

1: kendrick lamar]
i woke up this morning with my d-ck on hard
didn’t know why til’ i said f-ck all y’all
or f-ck this world, or i’ma f-ck that girl
good kid, m.a.a.d city watch my day unfurl
i put my life in these sentences
f-cking right it’s either that or life sentences
i’m relatives with benjamin
i used to give a f-ck about my luck when i was innocent
now what the f-ck is up i’m at your neck like a pendleton
n-gga i need thought b-tch i need thought
24 acres and a mule best believe that
they say he got smoked like where the weed at
and everything you hope b-tch n-gga we that
pockets on kelly price back when it was ’95
buy a strap and then we c-ck it back when it’s uncirc-mcised
write a rap on how we just react when shot and hit the spine
give you dap and then we slide through your hood 3 dozen times
so what’s good i’m looking for a pedicure
pink p-ssy that pop, preferably the kind that don’t stink
bomb -ss head uh til’ she can’t blink
and her eyes get watery you gotta pardon me

i’m so d-mn turnt, when i’m in a two door with two hoes that follow me
and you know
westside, right on time, tell em’ hoes kudos
eastside, right on time, they don’t f-ck with you though
in my hood, getting to the money, the pedal never broke
came a long way from the ghetto dawg but
westside, right on time, only thing fosho
eastside, right on time, gunnin’ through your door uhh

i woke up this morning like f-ck the world
been hustlin’ since i was 12, man i’ve been through h-ll
now these m-th-f-ckers is tryna’ tell me i don’t care
trying to tell y’all m-th-f-ckas look y’all wasn’t there
turn posted up on the block, waiting for
for my n-ggas posted up in the county, praying for bail
you coulda cost your boy, ain’t mad it wasn’t cheap
coming for a n-gga just don’t sleep, sh-t for the week
got on my malcolm x frames, now i cop the check mane
cause every time i speak you hear my malcolm x pain
now them doors go up on that lamb’ they like judo
don’t you like your b-tches with an -ss, i like you hoe
first them b-tches see me, i’m gone, i’m like pluto
plus i keep them choppers the same, they mars bruno
brown bag full of cash babay, mcm
when they ask me my name i tell ‘em mc him, straight up

all praise go to the most high
all phase turn into a drive-by
part ways from the streets, after f-cking with the police guaranteed
last n-gga did that died, don’t you, don’t you, don’t you
wanna live with the ak, go for only 8k
minus 6 racks, minus one on top of that
maylay, snub him out then drag him out mouth like he date raped
daytonas bending every corner while they say

all i ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
and my teachers asked my woman, when she smiled i stick my tongue in
plus some cartoons and some cereal
snoop doggy on my stereo
some british nights or la kids when glowing nights
or perry ellis jacket, i would love a swapmeet full of
chevrolets and candy paint, that’s wet with tammy on the bumper
can i hump her? poppa tell me yes
ebgc concert and a dj quik on c-ssette
twenty years later, hi hater, i’m the f-cking best

- dj hitz

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