The Recipe lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Dr. Dre)

[Sample: Twin Sister - "Meet The Frownies"]

Smoking weed with you...

Cause you taught me into...

[Repeats]

[Dr Dre:]

Every morning when I wake up

Uh, money on my mind

Good times and get caked up

Sunshine coming through my blinds, I'm living but

Really though, it's never enough

10 million, that's a must

Living in California, everybody wanna visit for...

[Hook:]

Women, weed and weather

They come for

Women, weed and weather

For the women, weed and weather

From all around the world for the

Women, weed and weather

Women, weed and weather

These niggas'll kill for that

Put it in your grill for that

Still everybody gotta build for that

Me, I make mills off that

How the fuck ya'll can't see I ride

When I drive, down the block and you look outside

H-A-T-E in your eyes

I enter big money for the enterprise

It's a beautiful day I guess

For a bitch to roll with Andre I guess

Roll it up, baby gonna lift that dress

Then roll it up for me when I'm stressed

[Kendrick Lamar]

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami

Party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'

But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook:]

Women, weed and weather

They come for

Women, weed and weather

For the women, weed and weather

From all around the world for the

Women, weed and weather

Got that women, weed and weather

Yo, it sound clever, come and play

Wha-Wha-what more can I say

Welcome to LA

[Kendrick Lamar:]

My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some

3W's only for a three day run

Bitch, take the motherfacking panties off you ain't no nun, shit

I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes

Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control

Let it breath

I control, California living til I am old

You want to be one, to peak on the chart

So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

She in the coupe cause she in the neon

Cause she on the BS before we can start

Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga

Let 'em know the priority order me

Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa

Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he,

On his job, boy he sure be havin' them marks on they marks

Pretty bitches and tyre marks

Let 'em inhale the pipe exhausts

Let 'em reveal how much it cost

For this life controlling my price

No way hell no, uh uh

If I'm wrong than I wanna be right

You want to be one, to peak on the chart

So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault that it's 82 degrees

And my top peeled off

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami

Party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'

But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]

[Dr Dre:]

Known for that homegrown where I come from

Smoke one, palm trees

Double D's got 'em topless in the sun

I shall proceed, that's me, motherfuck your opinion

How many ways am I killin' 'em

Shit, right around a billion

We on it, that mean we living for the moment

That mean she'll fuck til the morning

Time and I got time and I know that I'm in a position of controlling anything

I buy that ocean, I'm a boss I'll buy that ocean

Ain't nobody fucking with this

[Kendrick Lamar:]

They want that shit, they often fiend

I give it to 'em but in between, my time

I gotta tie shoestrings

Life's a trip when you want these things

I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W's and life

You know blow job need an application

Eating pussy make appetite

And yeah my type, I like 'em brown

Just like my drink, the fuck you think

I don't fuck with' no hand me downs

See if you fuck than it's after me

You know how much I'm a make it work?

You know her dress, living in her purse

When you discussed your love for lust

Just make sure you visit here first

Cali

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami

Party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin'

But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

[Hook]

Black Boy Fly lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]

So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."

So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."

So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga you made it."

So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."

So I'm saying "What up what up. Nigga I hate it."

Frustrated and I'm riding down the back streets

Making my conscious ask me

"Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?"

Black boy fly

Black boy fly

Black-black boy fly

Black boy fly

[Verse 1]

I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo

I used to be jealous of Aaron Afflalo

He was the one to follow

He was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrows

He would live in the gym

We was living in sorrow

Total envy of him

He made a dream become a reality

Actually making it possible to swim

His way out of Compton with further more to accomplish

Graduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholars

It's 2004 and I'm watching him score 30

Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt me

Cause every basket was a reaction or a reminder

That we was just moving backwards

The bungalow where you find us

The art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fast

Stick my head inside the study hall, he focused on math

Determination ambition, plus dedication and wisdom

Qualities he was given was the shit we didn't have

Dug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finals

He had his back like a spinal meanwhile

We singing the same old song spinning the vinyl

11 graders gone wrong

He focused on the NBA we focused on some Patron

Now watch that black boy fly

[Hook]

Black boy fly

Watch that black boy fly

Black boy fly

Watch that black boy fly

Black boy fly

Watch that black boy fly

Black boy...

[Verse 2]

I used to jealous of Jayceon

I used to jealous of Jayceon - Taylor when I was young

Taylor made a career out of music from writing songs

A Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawn

Money laundering hustling, homies pondering up against

Schemes to make a million even if doing you harm

War's the case and just in case you wasn't alarmed

The city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawn

Its 2004 and I'm hearing the people roar

For the name of The Game they line in front of the store

Swap meets selling our mixtapes I'm like oh shit, wait

Don't wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakes

Mixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my insecurities

Chillin my conscience next to a villain

Compton made you believe success wasn't real

Be honest, none of us knew of a record deal

So as I peel through these lottery tickets

I see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shopped

A tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank top

He was top of the rap game, we was the top of the block

So watch that black boy fly

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

My mama didn't raise me up to be jealous-hearted

Like most of the winners call it

Regardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marching

That's what she said but in my head I wanted to be like Jordan

A Boy touring the country with money from mic recording

The only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotype

Shooting hoops or live on the stereo like top 40

And shortly, I got discouraged

Like every time I walked to the corner had them guns bursting

Nigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phrase

Only one in a million will ever see better days

Especially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamis

Break your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homy

All these niggas facetious and they all standing beside me

They all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try me

What am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacle

When 2 niggas making it out had never sounded logical

3 niggas making it out, that's mission impossible

So I never believed the type of performance that I could do

I wasn't jealous cuz of the talents they got

I was terrified they'll be the last black boys to fly...

Out of Compton

Thank God...

Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly

Now Or Never lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Mary J. Blige)

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar]

We on?

Aight

1, 2, 3, go!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Waking up in a dream

Sleepwalking on another big stage

You never heard peace 'til you hear people scream

Your name and your song, I'm so far away

From the place I used to be, struggling usually

Look at the newer me, fate pursuing me

I can feel the energy in the air

It feel like I'm supposed to be here

[Bridge 1: Mary J. Blige]

Everywhere I go I'm getting so much love

Fans, the stars, everyone

Sayin how they can't wait for the LP

And I'm gonna blow

They believe in me

Feel so good in what you do

Helps somebody else get through

That's why I do the best I can

Because I know how blessed I am

[Hook:]

I'm so high I can touch the sky

I know it's my time

And it's now or never

Shine so bright, I light the night

And it feels so right, ain't nothing better

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

A fool if I take it all for granted

A smart man if I keep my feet planted

To the earth cause the people that hurt can understand it

You speakin' outlandish

I'm a show you how to make it all work

Another plan, it a short term goal for me

A record sold for me

It's just more of me in your ear

For you to hear Kendrick persevere

Defenses I feel relentless

Ambition with a clear vision

Takin' off I ain't takin off these Pistons

I'm takin' off on the inner me - you're distance

Came across me, how much it'a cost me

To get you out my business

I set a plan, it's a short term goal, no sky is the limit

I'm past that, now pass that

Award, not one but four

Times two plus yours

[Bridge 2: Mary J. Blige]

I see myself performing there, (K.dot)

Sold out shows where the room is packed

Sitting at the Grammy's winning five awards

See myself on big billboards

Traveling around the world with endorsement deals

Can't imagine how it feels

That's why I'm smiling everyday

Because my dream ain't far away

[Hook:]

I'm so high I can touch the sky

I know it's my time

And it's now or never

Shine so bright, I light the night

And it feels so right, ain't nothing better

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

You looking at me and you tell me I'm blessed

Calculated my steps, my heart, my breath

Breathe hums? of a victory and vividly

You see me when at my best, my worst

This verse dedicated to the days that I slept

With a curse research my paid dues I'm reimbursed

I burst in the crowd with a voice and crown

I'm a King on the prowl and I see mama smile?

And I vow on the tape that I'll never break

You can break bread with me now

We can all take a bow on the edge of the pedestal

Then scream out loud that we made it off the avenue

And walked that mile

In the darkness I often sit back

And get lost in the rap that I wrote

When you told me that it spoke to your soul

I was talking to you

I was walking it through every ghetto

Tell success hello

We here

[Bridge 3: Mary J. Blige]

And I'm so happy I cry

Cause I can't believe

All the things I ever wanted

Are finally happening for me

And it's so surreal

That I almost feel

That any minute I can wake up

From this fantasy

When you pray so hard

And you've come so far

And you know that it's the time for you lift your bar

And I'm gonna do it

Watch me!

[Hook: x2]

I'm so high I can touch the sky

I know it's my time

And it's now or never

Shine so bright, I light the night

And it feels so right, ain't nothing better

Collect Calls lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]

Look at all the bullshit I been through

If I take you home, will you tell the truth

Look at all the bullshit I been through

If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Momma take this mothafuckin' block off

Tryna reach you everyday, collect calls

Never get through, and I go through with drawls

Say who told you that I wanted this the

I just wanted to vent or

Ask you if you give me your rent for

A attorney, I can pay you back more

Soon as I get out, yea every record, shows

Commissary running low, I need help

Not too much, I hustle up the rest myself

K Dot wrote me saying Marcus got killed

If you knew me, then you know how bad I feel

Wish you prove me wrong, and never came to visit

And I heard she fucking on some other nigga

And my niggas left in the dark, blind

Mama kiss the back of me this last time

[Hook]

Men lie, Women lie

Men lie, Women lie

Men lie, Women lie

Men lie, Women lie

Look at all the bullshit I been through

If I take you home, will you tell the truth

Look at all the bullshit I been through

If I take you home, will you tell the truth

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

Mama take this motherfucking block off

Thats the date the state will take the blocks off

Pulled up, and they put me in them cop cars

Please believe me, This ain't easy by far

You forgot you're talking to your only son

Remember when you put me in that relay run

I was racing, chasing dreams to be the best

You had told me that the very day I won

All I need is you to give me some support

Investigation saying that the same report

From a witness just might testify in court

DA say I take a deal, or take a loss

I ain't built for all them god damn numbers

God's will, say a prayer for me mama

If you can't, then open up the phone lines

Mama just get back at me this last time

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Now I tell if I stress take the block off

That's the day the state had take them locks off

I could only help but do so much

Bettering yourself, your own crutch

Look at your reflection tell me who you see

Who is your protection, G-O-D

No its not neglection, I have just accepted

Your fate and what its gon' be

Remember all the nights that I cried

Thinking that my only son just died

Peeking through the window, Kicking through the door

It's you they looking for, Raid outside

Rather see you locked up than dead

Only you would say that I'm selfish

So before I take the stand, and put this bible in my hand

Son, let me say this

[Hook]

County Building Blues lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

[Intro]

Greetings boys and girls

(Greetings boys and girls)

My name is Petey P. 

(My name is Petey P.)

Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that's right, that's right, that's right)

I am your neighbor (I am your neighbor)

And I'd like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city (good kid, m.A.A.d city)

So grab your cartoons and cereal (and sing)

Your pop guns (and sing) and fireworks and sing along

[Chorus]

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million

Spend it all in front of the county building

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Sing along kids, sing along)

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million

Spend it all in front of the county building

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was...)

I've been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac

Was on Rosecrans in that burger stand at 95

People staring at 'em in amazement

Reservations at the Days Inn

we was living out a hotel at the time

Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried

Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers to move

With nothing else to lose but a burger flippin' job

Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine this a mansion

Gold ballroom AK-47 dancing

Howling at the moon was a pack of hungry babies

Hope you feed 'em soon bite your back you die of rabies

Everyday we pray to eat at the table of Sizzlers

But never made that visit, if better days was on its way

Then it made the decision, to make the wrong turn

So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn

(Oh yeah I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?)

[Chorus]

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (Am I right?)

Spend it all in front of the county building (oh)

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Don't forget to sing along by the way, sing along)

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million

Spend it all in front of the county building

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

And all the ghetto children in the world say that's my car

All the ghetto boys say that's my car

All the ghetto girls say that's my car

When we grow up, when we grow up

Ghetto children in the world say that's my car

All the ghetto boys say that's my car

All the ghetto girls say that's my car

When we grow up, when we grow up

(Nig-nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?)

Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety (uh huh)

Played the passenger I think it's five years after eighty-

seven do the math ' 92 don't you be lazy (I won't)

Looking out the window, notice all the essentials

of a block party that stop for a second then it rekindle

Like a flame from a trick candle everybody got dental

Insurance 'cause we 'bout to floss

you get that couch I sent you?

I heard that from a block away probably had credentials

of a scholar but shit not today

them Dayton spokes was his to take

Refrigerators, barbecue pits and Jordan kicks

They did invasions while helicopters recorded it

Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi I want them ten woo-woofers

Say that you got me if not I'll dig in your drawer for it

The swap meet was the bull's eye like Tauruses

Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is

Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it if we run out?

He said lil nigga today the poor is rich

Don't tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb

If she ask just know you have to lie and son don't forget

Bitches ain't shit, hoes ain't neither

Niggas gon' snitch watch the company you keeping

And one day you'll put money in the ghetto when you got it

Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots

(That's right the mothafuckin' Rodney King

you just put your daddy on Bullis Rd.)

[Chorus]

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (that's crazy)

Spend it all in front of the county building

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

(Don't forget still sing along kids, still sing along)

When we grow up we gon' go and get us a million (Please sing)

Spend it all in front of the county building

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane yeah

Swimming Pools (Black Hippy Remix) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Black Hippy)

[Intro: Ab-Soul]

Playas always trying to pop bottles

Niggas love to pop bottles

Then get you a table, my nigga, get you a table, my nigga...

[Interlude]

Pour up, drank, head shot, drank

Sit down, drank, stand up, drank

Pass out, drank, wake up, drank

Faded, drank, faded, drank

[Jay Rock]

No syrup in this cup but this that po' up

When you see me po' up, turn up til you throw up

Like a bulemic fiending, for hurl over them toilets

If I run out of liquor in your city, yo where the store at?

One bottle, two bottles I'm a soldier, never sober

Cup runneth over, don't give a fuck about cirrhosis

One life, that's all we have, OK lets toast to that

Then dive in a pool full of liquor, swim laps like Michael Phelps

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Nigga why you babysittin only two or three shots?

I'mma show you how to turn it up a notch

First you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

Pool full of liquor, then you dive in it

I wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flock

All the girls wanna play Baywatch

I got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in it

Pool full of liquor I'mma dive in it

[Interlude]

[Ab-Soul]

Used to wake up every morning to a glass of Alize

Hope this dollar shot of E&J will take the pain away

Aim and shoot, shots of Ciroc will make the girls get loose

With it we all trippin off the hen like a female chicken

You with it? (Soul!) Spread your wings, you probably won't get far

I honestly wouldn't advise operating a car

Try not to let the peer pressure get the best of ya

And end up giving it up in a restroom like the rest of us

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[Schoolboy Q]

So it's that groovy little nigga known for popping them bottles

Under my pants be a golden dick, bitch, everything about me solid

Burberry nigga, them be my draws, Alexander McQueen in closets

Swagged-out king, yeah nigga I'm Puff, uh, have that pussy throbbin'

Someone tell me where the drugs at, I'm into that, twisted off them molly caps

Ciroc too don't fuck wit Goose; can I get a shot, swim in your juice?

Worth a stack a minute, everyday that shit repeat

I ain't tryna sweep you off your feet - bitch, did you see your tab reciept?

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

“Sherane?”

(Pool full of liqour then you dive in, in, in, in [reversed])

“Sherane, Sherane, Sherane” (Wa-Watch em all f-flock)

"Awww man"

“Sherane” (Girls wanna play, play, play)

Where is she taking me? (P-Pool full of liquor imma d-d-i-iive in)

Where is she, taking… me

[Kendrick Lamar]

All I, all I, all I, all I have in life is my new appetite for failure

And I got hunger pain that grow insane; tell me do that sound familiar?

If it do then you're like me, makin' excuse that your relief

Is in the bottom of the bottle, and the greenest indo leaf

As the window open I release, everything that corrode inside of me

I see you joking, why you laugh? Don't you feel bad? I probably sleep

And never ever wake up; never ever wake up, never ever wake up

In God I trust, but just when I thought I had enough

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]

More, more, bless me more

We gon drink this mothafucka down, more

Bottoms up then we pass it round, more

Fill it up more, not enough, moooore

...Bless me more

We gon drink this mothafucka down, more

Bottoms up then we pass it round, more

Fill it up more, not enough, more [3X]

The Recipe (Black Hippy Remix) lyrics - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Black Hippy)

[Ab-Soul]

Fuck Black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe

It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with Ab-Soul I guess

Pretty Chick let me see them breast, E.T. OG from the weed clinic (Soulo)

Solo but I'm never alone (that's right), I stay high and I'm powerful (Soulo)

Westside (easy call) I got three eyes man I see y'all

All I do is kill shit ICU, party with a few girls at USC

It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off, I'm getting topped off, Top Dawg

Women, weed, and weather what more can I say, to live and die in LA

Spend a week on Venice beach - I'm 2Pac and Biggie Smalls

[Schoolboy Q]

Every morning nigga I get blazed (aye); women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored 

Come and join the wave (aye); girl, what is your name 

Cause I'm feeling your frame, can I see what you bout (uh); a little something in your rear

Little something in your mouth, little something on your couch (uh); know now what I'm talkin' about, bring the coffin out

Cause I killed it, I done drilled it, she said she like it from the back like a real bitch (uh)

She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried

Yo, I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes

But when you got the recipe its no surprise, bad hoes panties get left behind - I want your behind

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (Dr. Dre)]

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss

New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York

Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping

But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

Women, weed and weather (they come for) women, weed and weather

For the women, weed and weather (from all around the world for the) women, weed and weather

Got that women, weed and weather - don't it sound clever, come and play

Wh-What more can I say? Welcome to LA

[Kendrick Lamar]

My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him, some

Three W's only for a three day, run

Bitch, take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no, nun (shit)

I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes

Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control

Let it breathe, I control, California living 'til I am old

You want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

She in the coupe, she in the Neon cause she on the BS before we can start

Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order me

Hennessy and for my niggas OG Killa, call it Jason Voorhees

Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark

Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts

Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice

No way hell no, uh uh, if I’m wrong I don't wanna be right

We want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault, then it's 82 degrees and my top peeled, off

[Chorus]

[Jay Rock]

Jay Rock got the recipe, fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess)

Everybody know I got that yola, ask (Keisha) she'll confess

I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on (No Make Up) (uh)

Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh

Three w's, I'm at the W, she got double D's bout to bring trouble through

OG, Hennessy get their panties wet, I'm trying to dive in the (Swimming Pool)

Left stroke, right stroke, whats the best stroke, that stroke can smoke all down her throat

And we blows all kinds of dro, Cali got the best so act like you know, nigga

[Chorus]