Kendrick Lamar - THat Part (Black Hippy Remix)

Song Rating: 7.29/10

Song lyrics:

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my b**hes independent b**hes, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my b**hes flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Its impossible to love it, if you dont come from it
Its things that goes on, you just cant stomach
I seen it all happen, but I aint sayin nada
Peep, 24/7 in the hood its hot
If you wanna fall through, get Top on the phone
He dont pick up then it aint bool
Let you know it aint good to stop
That part, that part (that part)
Im a Watts n***a and we not kosher
sh**, n***as only concern is the bottom line like a stockholder
This is where they come, where they cop them boulders
Hoes catfight with their tits exposed
Still sippin on that wild Irish rose
Still rock swapmeet designer clothes
Black MAC 11 in my mattress
Make a hundred racks do a backflip
Might go Uncle Luke on them hoes
p**y pop for a bankroll (yeah)
All my k**ers with me got a blank face (yeah)
On that f** you, b**h, where the pay pay?
Make em pull up on your block with them 223s
Aim it at your face, hey
Movin with the rock and the Glock concealers
You either sellin rock or you flock to get it
You either on the watch or the clock is tickin
The life of my Watts and my Bompton n***as
Get pinched, Ima post a bond
Know POP gon hold it down, look
Need cash, gotta get you some
If a hater tell you money aint everything
He dont want you to get none
So we thuggin like DMX
Bleed sh**, PMS
Point blank, period, meet me on the ES
Im fully with the BS, believe that!
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
And we dont stress
A .38 til the free your chest
Then PP on the POs desk
Im Jay Z in a blow out press
Relate me to your blowouts best
Cant heat me, Im remote youre deaf
Im HD causin photo theft
My AC antifreeze got a that part
Hold your breath, Im 8 feet when I hold this TEC
Protect me from the local threats
My ID say my eye dont rest
My IV qualify T-rex
And society kept my IQ vexed
Deny me from an Ivy school
Applyin me to the street I slept
I quietly had to hold this tool
Reminding me of the block I repped
The turf I stepped, the church and the earth I blessed
The first I guessed the alert was the murk I chef
That hearse the flirt with perks of a k** confessed
Dispersed the worst, the first 48 addressed
The search and laws and verse of the birth I nest
The awe, the curse of a pose in zest
The good, the flaws, the pain to reverse whats left

[Hook: ScHoolboy Q]
Me no conversate with the fake, that part
All my b**hes independent b**hes, that part
I just want the paper, that part
All my b**hes flavored
That part, that part, that part, that part

[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Zest god, zest god, zest god, zest god
Yamborghini high, cream soda with the rock hard
Soulo Hoe the prophet, yeah Soulo Hoe the prophet
Thats the fortune teller makin withdraws and deposits
Ironic, they wanna know where Ive been in
Where the f** Ive been hidin in
When the f** am I droppin that
New work that take em to church and
Turn the universe upside down again
Since youre so smart
I cant get in my groove til we get the Q first
I will not heed
I pull up large enough to part the Red Sea
Father forgive em for they know not who they see
I got all eyes on me, call me 3Pac

[Interlude: ScHoolboy Q]
Hang on, n***a, let me get some
Hang on, n***a
Hang on

[Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q]
Made a mil and I spent it in the same day
Got a chopper, not the AK
Gettin money on a vacay
Go go gadgets in the driveway
Doin Tony on July 8th
Yeah Im k**in kitties on a Sunday
How you ballin in a Hyundai?
My Ferrari got a toupee
Swerve in the big body
Your favorite artist, Im his big homie
Yeah Im walkin with a 5th
Im not votin, Im a Crip, homie
Im where them Bloods, where them Locs at
Where the blood, where the choke round gloves for the combat
How the feds in your contacts?
How the feds know my set name?
Fled in the Mulsanne
Hydrate up the rap game
Heard Soulo comin up next
And SZA got a cla**ic, n***a
Heard Zays got it mastered, uh
The fire burnin through the plastic
So fingers to the badges
They dont love you til the racks evolve
When I was broke they wouldnt accept the call
Now they on me for my decimals
Blank Face has gotta X em off
Enemies gotta bob and weave
Gangbangin like we stand for somethin
When Alton Sterling gettin k**ed for nothin
Two cowards in the car, theyre just there to film
Sayin #BlackLivesMatter shouldve died with him
Wrong n***a in your hood, you gon ride on him
White n***a with a badge, you gon let that slide?
Tell me how they sent that footage off and slept that night
I feel bad that my daughter gotta live this life
Ill die for my daughter, gotta fight this fight
Put a Blank Face on, n***a let that drop
That, that part

Date of text publication: 18.01.2021 at 01:27