Too Cool Kendrick Lamar (Ft. Ab-Soul)
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[Intro (Ab-Soul)]
Aw, this is four jiggling balls in your mouth all day everyday
Ay you tuned into a fuck what you hear radio where you can stick a dick in your ear and um
(Stick a dick in my ear??) Aw shut the fuck up bitch but anyway
We got this new K Dot record I know you a trap where you at baby
[Verse 1 (K Dot)]
Down Rosecrans
'87 regal sipping on a gold can
Gun tucked like the fetal, position
Top Dawg coalition coexisting with the coldest you ever quoted from California district
Been a coroner like David Banner I'm the owner
Of the marijuana aroma you're smelling hear the donor yelling "it's me bitches"
Who did it, I did it, take 'em where they can't go
Like planet Venus leaning like a mad scientist
Laboratory bottles of empty Heineken telling stories about the ones that came before me
China-man squinting his eyes because I'm blinding him, my shine is
Bigger than a strike of lightning they liking him because I like to win
Never lose, put me on a pedestal
Bet I pedal victories until I pedal off my shoes
Welcome to the lions room, challenge anybody whom
Wanna try they luck they get fucked up and all you heard was (Oohh)
Say hello to the little big homie, and your reality ain't realer than this homie
[Hook (Ab-Soul) (?)]
Now with my hopes in the back
I could ride like this, or like that
Putting all the bullshit aside
K Dot be too funkified
Tell him he's too cool, bitches
Holla "what it do", bitches
What's cracking bounce, skate, rock, roll, hello, world, here we go
Aw, this is four jiggling balls in your mouth all day everyday
Ay you tuned into a fuck what you hear radio where you can stick a dick in your ear and um
(Stick a dick in my ear??) Aw shut the fuck up bitch but anyway
We got this new K Dot record I know you a trap where you at baby
[Verse 1 (K Dot)]
Down Rosecrans
'87 regal sipping on a gold can
Gun tucked like the fetal, position
Top Dawg coalition coexisting with the coldest you ever quoted from California district
Been a coroner like David Banner I'm the owner
Of the marijuana aroma you're smelling hear the donor yelling "it's me bitches"
Who did it, I did it, take 'em where they can't go
Like planet Venus leaning like a mad scientist
Laboratory bottles of empty Heineken telling stories about the ones that came before me
China-man squinting his eyes because I'm blinding him, my shine is
Bigger than a strike of lightning they liking him because I like to win
Never lose, put me on a pedestal
Bet I pedal victories until I pedal off my shoes
Welcome to the lions room, challenge anybody whom
Wanna try they luck they get fucked up and all you heard was (Oohh)
Say hello to the little big homie, and your reality ain't realer than this homie
[Hook (Ab-Soul) (?)]
Now with my hopes in the back
I could ride like this, or like that
Putting all the bullshit aside
K Dot be too funkified
Tell him he's too cool, bitches
Holla "what it do", bitches
What's cracking bounce, skate, rock, roll, hello, world, here we go
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