Kendrick Lamar (Good Kid, M.A.A.D City) - Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter (2012) | Текст песни

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• Kendrick Lamar (Good Kid, M.A.A.D City)
• Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter (2012)

[Verse 1]
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central she had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel
I want to ride like Arabians
Push an ’04 Mercedes-Benz
“Hello my name is Kendrick”
She said “No, you’re handsome”
Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing
Ciara had played in the background
The parade music we made had us all wearing shades now (cool)
“Where you stay?”
She said “Down the street from Dominguez High”

No she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and
Strictly had one of her thighs around me
Seventeen, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental
My motive was rather sinful
“What you trying to get into?”
She didn’t tell, just gave me her Nextel
Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well

[Verse 2]
The summer had passed and now I’m liking her
Conversation we having probably enticing her
Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifing her
Love or lust, regardless we’ll fuck cause the trife in us
It’s deep rooted, the music of being young and dumb
Its never muted, in fact its much louder where I’m from
We know a lot bout each other, her mother was a crack addict
She live with her granny and her younger two brothers
Her favorite cousin Demetrius has a reputable
History of gang banging did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from getting a nut

That’s what I told her soon as this episode
Of Martin go off
I’m trying to get off
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart
Grab my momma’s keys, hopped in the car, then oh boy

[Verse 3]
So now I’m down Rosecrans in a caravan
Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
At least I hope cause my pockets broke as a promise man
I’m thinking bout that sex, thinking bout her thighs or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what positions next
Sent her pictures of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at ‘em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch of a woman she’s a masseuse
And I’m a professional porn star when off the Goose
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom
I hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem
I’m two blocks away 250 feet and six steps away from where she stay
She waving me ‘cross the street
I pulled up a smile on my face
And then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies
I froze as my phone rang

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