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(Hook: Kendrick Lamar) For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the shit (Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar) I'm a nice dude, livin' my life dude Trick on a dumb bitch is nothin' I might do Some try to play fools, the shots to they face shoot I'm mean like a red bull is mean when the eight pull I'm faithful, to whatever I stand for That means dough, gettin' my pesos Gecko or Geico, whatever it stand for Red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow Pants hang low Letras de cancionesBorn with the best flow since LL was rockin' a kangol 87, one man, eighty weapons I go hard without usin' protection Art help learn your lesson When I pull out, make like R. Kelly, get to steppin' I'm the best at this profession I can't help but bring it back to the essence mothafuckas (Hook: Kendrick Lamar) For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the shit (Verse 2) I'm a young dude, smoke the best weed See the act right, see them dubs clean A sexy bachelor, hit 'em in your strokes Never bust a nigga, goin' down your throat The Phantom, not rich enough to cop yet But picture say enough for the niggas outta pocket I can exercise you, you can get a hizzie When I lean back, don't dance, give me hizzie Killa got that heat, we know killas in the street With the heat that make you feel like a fat boy at the beach So don't try to run up on this on talkin' all that sorry shit I can rhyme and shit If you niggas pay attention, you won't ask me shit You should think about it, take a second, one Matter of fact, you should take four b Think before you fuck with real killas in the street (Hook: Kendrick Lamar) For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the shit (Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar) I'm from a small city, no pity shown 'cept hammers thrown Quickly push back your dome like an art cone So swiftly, come get me If I had every bitch in the world, boy, you still ain't fuckin' with me I'm 'bout my money strictly, as long as I stack my banks up I'll have enough Young Bucks to fuck with 50 Now who fuckin' with me? Me and that gun was born siamese twins So where I move, it's comin' with me You down right, play with me, think I won't take your life The scope'll have more dots on you than a website I'm 'bout my head right and yours left I swear in the vocal booth is where I'll take my last breath That's K-Dot, oh you ain't heard? Shit, that boy hot With dime bitches runnin' on beaches like baywatch You sit and watch the young child with my money stacks Add up faster than cell phones on speed dial (Hook: Kendrick Lamar) For my niggas that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my niggas that hustle nights Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots For my niggas that know right K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot K-Dot is hot See my game still the same, never trick on a bitch You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the shit From Letras Mania