P & P lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Ab Soul)

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

Well alright

[Chorus x2: Kendrick Lamar]

I'm going through something with life

Where pussy and Patron make you feel alright

Pussy and Patron make you feel alright

Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice

[Kendrick Lamar:]

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Something to inspire me, rather than society's

Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love

I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club

I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was '05

That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had no job

Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans

Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Guilty by association, story of my life nigga!

You gon' make me flip, then split yo' shit, judge give me life nigga!

Pain since my grandma's death, uncle killed at Louie's Burgers

Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, drench my pullover

Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin

Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream

So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullshit what you call it

Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry

[Chorus x2]

[Kendrick Lamar:]

I said, keep reading my diary when my life's entirely

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

I said they wouldn't hire me, I said I got my ass beat

And the only thing can help is ass and some titties

So what's up baby? I said what's up?

I had a long day and I really wanna fuck

See I ain't tryna think about no phone bills, credit card late fees

Capital One popping up on my caller I.D.

Pawning my chain in the shop, watching for hollow tip shots

Watching my vehicle break down on another man's block

Man, that's my worst fear, ain't that your worst fear?

You know when your transmission go out and can't switch gears

Or run through a pothole at two in the morning

Scared to hit your emergencies, cause then they'll be on it

See I know, when the harsh reality takes toll

Open up your contacts, then scroll ("hey what's up daddy? ")

[Chorus x2]

[Ab-Soul:]

Welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin?

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

Crackers watch my every step, better yet they work my every nerve

Cutting me this worthless check, the concept is so absurd

Like a church in debt, a turtle in a turtleneck

Convertibles with turbo jets fueled by 7 Up and Prometh'

I feel like death's around the corner like the quickest wide receiver

So I took another shot, tequila hit me like a nina (blaow!)

My sky's gray, my bitch is brighter

Always saying "Lights Please", J. Cole's her ghostwriter

And I'm the God MC, join my diocese

Free ya mind, don't mind so-ciety

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Everything's subject to change like broken dollars

I'm a, drown in my drink and swim in woman's vagina

Like a Pirahna fin, it gets harder than Rihanna when

[Chorus x2]