Kendrick Lamar - Track 7 (Drop It Like It's Hot Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar] For my n***as that hate the fights Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks Get it with the Glocks For my n***as that hustle nights Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots Bakin' with the pots For my n***as 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 b**h You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the sh** [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] I'm a nice dude, livin' my life dude Trick on a dumb b**h is nothin' I might do Some try to play fools, [?] shots to they [?] I'm mean like a red bull is mean when it's [?] 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 Born with the best flow since LL was rockin' a kangol 87, one man, eighty weapons I go hard without usin' protection Ard ho 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 mothaf**as [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] [Verse 2: ?] I'm a young dude, smoke the best weed See the act right, see them dubs clean A s**y bachelor, hit 'em in your strokes Never bust a n***a, goin' down your throat The Phantom, not rich enough to cop yet But picture [?] for the n***as outta pocket I can exercise you, you can get a [?] When I lean back, don't dance, give me [?] k**a got that heat, we know k**as 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 [?] talkin' all that [?] and sh** I can rhyme and sh** If you n***as pay attention, you won't ask me sh** You should think about it, take a second, one Matter of fact, you should take four b Think before you f** with real k**as in the street [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] I'm from a small city, no pity shown 'cept hammers thrown Quickly push back your dome like an [?] So swiftly, come get me If I had every b**h in the world, boy, you still ain't f**in' with me I'm 'bout my money strictly, as long as I stack my banks up I'll have enough Young Bucks to f** with 50 Now who f**in' 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? sh**, that boy hot With dime b**hes 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]