The Recipe (feat. Dr. Dre) - Kendrick Lamar
Smoking weed with you… Every morning when I wake up Uh, money on my mind Good times and get caked up Sunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living but Really though, it’s never enough 10 milly on, that’s a must Living in California, everybody wanna visit for… Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather for the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather women, weed and weather These niggas’ll kill for that Put it in your grill for that Still everybody gotta build for that Me, I make mills off that How the fuck can’t ya’ll see I ride When I drive, down the block and you look outside H-A-T-E in your eyes I enter big money for the enterprise It’s a beautiful day I guess For a bitch to roll with Andre I guess Roll it up, baby gon lift that dress Then roll it up for me when I’m stressed You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami Party in New York Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’ But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather They come for women, weed and weather for the women, weed and weather From all around the world for the women, weed and weather Got that women, weed and weather Yo, it sound clever, come and play Wh-what more can I say Welcome to LA My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some 3W’s only for a three day run Bitch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you ain’t no nun, shit I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control Let it breath I control, California living til I am old You want to be one, to peak on the chart So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts She in the coupe cause she in the neon Cause she on the BS before we can start Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga Let ’em know the priority order me Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he, On his job, boy he sure be havin’ them marks on they marks Pretty bitches and tyre marks Let ’em inhale the pipe exhausts Let ’em reveal how much it cost For this life controlling my vice No way hell no, uh uh If I’m wrong than I wanna be right You want to be one, to peak on the chart Sso the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degrees and my top peeled off You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami Party in New York Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’ But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Known for that homegrown where I come from Smoke one, palm trees Double D’s got ’em topless in the sun I shall proceed, that’s me, muthafuck your opinion How many ways am I killin’ ’em Shit, right around a billion We on it, that mean we living for the moment That mean she’ll fuck til the morning Time and I got time and I know that I’m in a position of controlling anything I buy that ocean, I’mma boss I’ll buy that ocean Ain’t nobody fucking with this They want that shit, they off your I give it to ’em but in between, my time I gotta tie shoestrings Life’s a trip when you want these things I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W’s and life You know blow job need an application Eating pussy make appetite And yeah my type, I like ’em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think I don’t fuck wit’ no hand me downs See if you fuck than its after me You know how much I’mma make it work? You know her dress, her purse When you discussed your love for lust Just make sure you visit here first Cali You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami Party in New York Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’ But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living
Artist: Kendrick Lamar
Title: The Recipe (feat. Dr. Dre)