Y'all ever heard a dope beat, but realized you can't rap on it... Like, you can, but you know it wouldn't be good? Yeah, thats how I am with this beat. Fucking amazing instrumental, but I wouldn't want to do it injustice by getting on it hahaha
Yooooooo, I love this track dr.dre a genious good beats with Kendricks rhyming ability makes this track 🔥 fire yeappp 👌 Sarge-45 over-and-out END-OF-TRANSMISSION.
Violets are red Roses are blue If I had brick I'd throw it at u. blood is red Smurfs are blue If I had cat I'd throw it at u Pigeons can't fart Legos fall apart If I had a turd I'd throw it at u. THE END OF MY REMIX FOR MAAD CITY.
I can´t understand why some were scared about the "yawk yawk yawk ", i just thought i had something :D And about an overpowered Demon Anime Monster. As the beat goes on i see Kung Fu Kenny killin that shit :D
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' 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, wavin' yo' hand out the window - check yourself!
Rispect the block You're gun don't shot bang in the swimming pools Cause im drank cause im drank Cause im drank puccio sterza Put your hands up C'ho questo in testa e non sto senza E non sto senza sono arrivato fino a qui Fino qui fino a dove da solo in questi giorni Con solo i miei amici Sta roba fa viaggiare Tutti zitti Meglio se lasci stare E lo vedi che fra non canto Lo vedi che non mi stanco mi incanto Fumo al mango soldi quasi h 24 E cambio flow cambio flow Perché mi fa viaggiare Che sta fortezza tu No non la puoi affondare Sto senza beff Idiota stai male Prendi una raglia ma non parlo di o Pippare Allucinogeni come i papaveri Frate Ogni barra sotterro sti cadaveri Lo vedo lo vedi te Fratè ogni barra sotterro sti cadaveri Rispect the block No gun shot bang in the swimming pools Cause im drank cause im drank Cause im drank puccio sterza Put your hands up C'ho questo in testa e non sto senza
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 YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! "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" [Kendrick Lamar:] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' 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, wavin' yo' 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 sayin' that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' 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 shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all, duck!" That's what Momma said when we was eatin' the free lunch Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' 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, IV's on top of IV's 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 callin' 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 movin' 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 "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" [Kendrick Lamar + ScHoolBoy Q:] 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- YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
Je ne me sens jamais aussi seul que quand la fête bat son plein Pour séduire les filles, tout peut marcher sauf être un garçon bien Évidemment, la vie d'amant me fait l'effet d'un vide en moi Suffit d'un manque, et mes envies démentes dévient vers les filles d'avant Je vois se succéder les flirts Cette fille que j'embrasse a du noir sur la joue Elle m'a dit : "C'est pas ce que tu crois, c'est à cause du froid" Mais j'ai su qu'c'était des pleurs Je n'étais pas investi, donc efface tes larmes On était tous les deux paumés Tu m'avais dans la peau mais je ne faisais que l'effleurer De la paume, et mes désirs m'ont dévasté l'âme J'ai déjà connu les débuts d'un amour puéril Je n'avais pas l'intention de te mettre la bague au doigt De toutes façons, je côtoie d'autres mecs, y'a pas que toi Tu me fais du bien quand tu mets mon âme en péril On se voyait que pour coucher et pour rouler d'la beuh Donc, si t'as souffert avec moi, c'est qu'tu l'voulais un peu Une autre a de l'amour pour deux, je fais pas d'effort, elle serait prête à tout Même à se tatouer la tête de Marine Le Pen sur les fesses pour que je lui claque très fort Elle m'a dit : "Ken, je rêverais d'être ta chienne" Je l'ai menottée de manière détachée Elle m'appelle au téléphone et me dit : "Viens me peloter." Je lui dis : "Garde tes talons mais, ta robe, tu peux l'ôter." Il est déjà tard quand je décale du bel hôtel Toujours le même schéma : désir, pulsion Désillusion, qu'est-ce qui va pas chez moi ?
I hate just to waste my time on these lines i go out my mind and each rhyme was by my designer seen shivers straight down your spine oh i never fall of my grind given time I blow all your mind just a taste of my energy can lay waste to my enemies hold up wait as I catch my breath
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 "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "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" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing 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 yo self 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-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' 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 shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk? Pickin' up the fuckin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your color's 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 movin' 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
(:13) Life is a gift, let me guzzle 2/5th, Get the lighter smoke some Hollends Hope, imma jump at ya like a Black leopard/cut ya throat, They say this game is all she wrote, Man Tu-Pac where'd the fuck you go? There is no hope, i don't wanna be crowned, Let me rap, or would you rather listen to nigga on a broken track, might as well fill your ears with sap, I'll try and change all that, If im walked on like a welcome mat, Believe me your nothing but a alley cat, Where's my AK at, im about to blow you away from a quarter mile back, Now smoke some lemom haze, you see that 16 foot gate, it keeps the beast locked in, With his smirky ass grin, He has a girl named Lynn, She could stop traffic in Berlin, Shes sharper then a safety pin, She creates alot of sin, Kinda like the devils kid, got the body of a goddess, she is modest, feeling on them muscles, She hustles, always in the mood to tussle HA! Next thing you know you're looking at her shovel, this rap is like a fucked up puzzle, But im about to take off like a space shuddle... This ought to be crazy, All these fine ass ladies, Makes me want to Pull a Tom Brady, Go deep Hail mary, To all these beats, That sounds really scary, but i'll Milk it likes its dairy, I think ur done Go hope on the ferry, You rap like you ate a sour cherry, Why not Go off the beat with a few Shots of ci-roc Very berry, it all just really varies. How was that verse, That one really sounded cursed, Kinda Like a wet nurse, With alotta of thirst, Had her hopped up on reverse, She asked why cant i blow you first! Ahh-Haa! Listen to the beat go!! Here we go! {D-o-y-l-e} Yup thats me,I Got the flow of the caribbean sea, O.D.Y.O.C has the flow of a 3rd degree burn, 150,000 Stacks is my flows income tax, Have my town screaming Out RACKS YEAH!! racks on racks, Have your flow Collapse, Bet you wish you could relapse, I like to see the white girls ass clap, The dead jordan cant catch him without a snap-back, Attack a game of black jack, Like a sothern marine trapped in baghdad, with an M-4 in his back-pack, Stand back, Smoke some of this you'll have a flash back.
If i just belive, and give up on go on They probabily woulda got me down Bury dreams' i was done Seem like everybody goes against me Every time i plan on win i hearr .... no no no ....
doing what i'm doing, everybody wish they knew it, how to make their lines so fluid, i'll teach you a rhythm, i may teach you a flow, but in the end, i'll still get crowds dropping low. i know i'm just a kid, but i still got lines that spin your head. Rap faster than your gat, you buzzing like a gnat, Got the bolts up on my hat, while your "homie" puts a bolt up in your back. I've seen the streets, i've burned the beats, but yet in the end it never feels complete. They like where you from, in a town where i'm number one, don't need to strap, got words for a gun. i wanna reach the world, but they say i'm too young, But didn't Jesus do it when he was bout 31? I'm not comparing myself to the Holy One, but i'm just saying i won't quite until my job is done. Slashing these beats at the age of 17, but don't fret now, you ain't seen the best of me
First I feel the butter Then I feel the jam Then I poor the fruit loop Call me toucan Sam Milk ice cold and I got it from a llama Let's go back in time to the days of Obama. I sware I'm not fat I just like food Love all the variety depending on my mood. Oooh it smells like chicken when it's done give me a whistle. Imma eat it all down to the bones and gristle.
I cursed this track can you hear 6 God "Man down where you from my nigga Loki you know where you from my nigga 6 Revolver go boom pull the trigga man down where you from my nigga." - Loki
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing 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 yo self 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-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine
