เนื้อเพลง Michael Jordan - Kendrick Lamar

[female]
I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, every time I'm in my city I be hacking like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding round with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan
Bounce-bounce hoe, bounce-bounce

[Kendrick Lamar]
This sh*t make a n*gga wanna get some bread or bust a head
or f*ck my enemy's b*tch, acting bad and getting rich
Pull up on them twenty-sixes, I'm a vanity slave
I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways
I don't know why your b*tch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why you f*ck n*ggas can't see
I'm a Comp-town representer, concrete backflipper
A.K.A. that n*gga, don't worry
I don't know why your b*tch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why you f*ck n*ggas can't see
This is HiiiPoWeR, since the Eddie Bower I've been popular
I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come
You jocking her, let her be a hoe, why you stopping though?
We stopping the traffic, what you know bout them hockey pucks?
Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em
See too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming
I don't know why your b*tch wanna f*ck me
and I don't know why... "Hey, wait a minute motherf*cker"

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Every time I'm in my city I be feeling like my sh*t don't stink
Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding round with n*ggas that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick here
And I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes
Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch
Michael Jordan b*tch, Michael Jordan b*tch
That means I'm too/two much for these n*ggas, I'm three much for these hoes
Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes

[Kendrick Lamar]
Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?
Only thing I did wrong was make it possible
I diddy bop and make them titties pop
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Walking down to Fred Segal, put my girl on it
Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it
Ay, p*ssy crazy, p*ssy crazy
You f*ck n*ggas, you pussies crazy
Man, I know I can't tell you bout the world homie
But I know I can tell you bout your girl homie
Her p*ssy's crazy, her p*ssy crazy
I f*cked n*gga, I know you hate me
I know they pay me, too much of attention
Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
I need me an engine that go real fast
Call it "Haul of Fame", once it haul ass
Give me tall glass, Coconut Ciroc
Please no soda pop, I make my solo pop
Life's a b*tch, her p*ssy crazy
But I make that p*ssy pay me

[Chorus 2]

[Schoolboy Q]
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don't think
Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink
I don't know why your b*tch wanna f*ck me
and I don't why you s*cker n*ggas can't see
I'm from Hoover mayne, high as Supermayne, sh*t you Lois Lane
You p*ssy mayne with the p*ssy game, sh*t we off the chain
We popping ay, fortune, not the fame, sh*t you backwards mayne
You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pass them hoes
Your broad that chose, yes she moving on, yep we do it wrong
We f*ck the homes, f*ck the center home, marijuana strong
You know I'm gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?
My paper long, yep you left alone, you gets none f*cks
Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
Told Mary/merry was a (go), so we passed her (round) and (round)
Your b*tch texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock her down
Work her bouncing on my balls, slinging d*ck up from the mouth
You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I'm done
I can be her number two and you can be her number one
Her p*ssy's crazy, her p*ssy's crazy
You f*ck n*ggas

[Chorus 2]