Kendrick Lamar - Hol' Up (Prod. by Sounwave) | Текст песни

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• Kendrick Lamar
• Hol' Up (Prod. by Sounwave)

[Verse 1]
I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll probably think I’m a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I’m asking her
Thoughts of a young nigga, fast money and freedom
A crash dummy for dollars, I know you dyin’ to meet ‘em
I’ll prob’ly die in a minute
Just bury me with 20 bitches, 20 million, and a Comptown fitted

[Hook]
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)
Hol’ up (Hol’ up)

Yeah, big shit poppin’
Section 80

[Verse 2]
Back in this bitch in the back of that bitch
With my back against the wall and your bitch on the edge of my dick
Jump-off
I call a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothing but break the ground on top of the asphalt
Tire mark gave you evidence that
I’m easily peddling with the speed of a lightning bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I’m too advanced
I lived my 20's at two years old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I’m like '87
Wicked as 80 reverends in a pool of fire with devils holding hands
From the distance, don’t know which one is a Christian.. damn
Who can I trust in 2012? There’s no one not even myself
A Gemini screaming for help, somebody

[Hook]

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option

[Hook]

Yeah, big shit poppin'
Ay, Ay, kick her out the studio, Ali

[Verse 3]
24/7 nigga, workin’ his ass for it, she poppin’ that ass for it
The King of Diamonds wit’ diamonds I never do ask for
They checkin’ my passport, I’m too accustomed with Customs
She call in the task force, I killed it, somebody cuff ‘em
They want me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor, you’ll never hop in my lane
When you pushin’ a RAV4, you wreckin’ my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet on the dashboard

[Hook]

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't a option

[Hook]

Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga

I wrote this record while 30 thousand feet in the air
Stewardess complimenting me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of these passengers
They’ll probably think I’m Osama
The plane emergency landed: it was an honor