Kendrick Lamar - Kick In The Door lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Watch how I k** 'em with the funky rhythm Rappers I babysit 'em like soap operas they are my children You dealing with the most phenomenon My style raw like Madonna on, PCP B-I-G, Frank White used to rock hand me down air nikes Now I style proper, i gotta Be laced in linen that's Versace Polo fleeces, my b**hes in Vicky secrets Dom Perignon to carry on the festivities Cristal when the sun go down Anybody wanna touch me, the gun go "blaow" It gets ugly, like New York momma, who want drama? Biggie drop bombs like Osama, my bank account What can i say? comma comma, comma Kami-kaze, snap shots at you like papparazzi Definition, Junior Mafia, ? [Hook x2: Jay Rock] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was "Dot, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was "Punch, don't hit me no more" [Verse 2: Punch] It's Punch people, on a quest for the root of evil Tread softly, d**h row is where the Ruger leave you I'm no shooter, but you know my people Blood pressure get to boilin', you know black people They got them 44's, Macs, them Eagles Pack them in the back of a Reagle, and come clap your people Ride the track like a Mack truck on diesel, mattafact I don't rap, i just do it for my people It's so easy, treat the flow like a freethrow Tryna' take me out my zone, watch me let three go I'm 36, old, speak with eses, kilos Icicle flow, yeah, I'm so below zero Kick in the door if you try and play the hero 20 like the heat, you ? casino [Hook x2: Jay Rock] Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was "Dot, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was "Punch, don't hit me no more" [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I don't worry bout' none of you rappers Most of y'all talking practice, actors like Denzel Until you trapped in a lion den with stake Under your chin, oh well, shouldn't play with Big Poppa 357 over my boxers Magnum, tell the doctor I shot ya, ugh Toe tag 'em, crack with purple tops, we bag 'em House licks, we ski mask 'em, baby baby [Verse 4: Punch] Let me get it, let me sink my teeth in it Put you n***as in a cobra clutch,with no submission It's to the d**h, to the endin' Push you to your final destination, hurry up, your casket waiting, who told you put a thought together ? You brainstormin', I'm ? weather, i'm thinking sunshine