Kendrick Lamar - For The Homie lyrics

[Intro] And this is for the homies I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie Chain-wearing n***as with the white tee Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we... [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Somebody get ready to pa** me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown Looking for E.T. to phone home Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion That's fashion if you come where I'm from Compton California, One love to the murder capital under the sun Young n***as running around the street with heat bigger than me But I don't trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that And so I scooped him round 3:30, Telling me it's all good Tiger Woods, Now we looking for the birdy birdies Stopped at the sto' to get some rubbers Pulled up on the breezies, Well what do you know? I think they love us [Hook] And this is for the homies I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie Chain-wearing n***as with the white tee Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on And if you feel good (hey) Raise your hands high and throw up your hood (hey) Represent the city like you know you should (hey) I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on (Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on (Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on (Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on (Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on [Verse 2] As I continue my day, quite copacetic Headed to my momma's house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got 'em Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions But anyway I'm steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm focussed but feeling good The homies hanging on {?} and Monte Carlos Impalas and Tahoes, shoot something n***a, break that fifty I'm grabbing the city like I'm supposed to Making my presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say? Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G If you can't relate then please have a seat [Hook] [Verse 3] So, wherever you located, won't you let it be known And put on for the soil of which you was grown I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors While giving you cuts like fresh tapers I'm such a fool with it, go nuts You bullsh**ting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck The bounce then throw up, a rare j**el, you duck Take 'em to school I must, this for the cool in us This ain't for you, so what?! [Hook]