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Kendrick Lamar - Lift Me Up Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock]
Yeah, yeah, it's your boy Jay motherfucking Rock
Watts finest, Top Dawg Entertainment
Right here with your wifey's favourite DJ
DJ Ill Will (Ill Will exclusive)

[Chorus]
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up

[Verse 1: Jay Rock]
Jay Rock still lifting it up (Haha)
Talk shit, get rushed and they picking you up
Top Dawg, money gang, salute us, bitch
Pay homage to beasts of this new west shit, look (Rock)
I ain't Shawty Lo, but hey, they know
Jay motherfucking Rock controlling the whole coast (Woo!)
Bitch ass niggas, they don't want me to blow, ha (Nah)
I see why you bitch niggas is broke (Haha)
And I'ma tell you something, keep my name in your mouth (Yeah)
I'ma run up on you, put this thang in your mouth (Yeah)
All my real niggas, yeah, they know what I'm about (Yeah)
Even though I'm signed, niggas still living wild (Yeah)
Bad bitches love me, when they see me, yeah, they bow
I don't give 'em thous', give 'em dick then I'm out
West Coast Predator, every day is like chow
Won't B-5, put your whole career in the clouds
[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
Ya Boy and I run this shit, get your buzz up
Only Bay nigga in LA with his guns up
My funds up, Imma show you what it does
Getting money till the moon drop and the sun comes up
Been a rockstar before that song
Put bullets on your chest like it got a throwback on
Come against me, ha, y'all know that's wrong
I tell em holla at Ya Boy, y'all know that's on, what's up?

[Verse 3: Glasses Malone]
G, G, G, hold up, let's get this shit going (Woo)
Roll King Harley, gutter lane, kicking gears (Uh huh)
Everything butter coated, everything chrome (Chrome)
Forty stacks it it, that's on everything, long (On the set)
It's big daddy, yeah, I ball like Shaq
Me spittings an epidemic like they brought back crack (Okay)
Feeling good like the first time I bought that lac
I'm hot as an old throwaway twenty dollar pistol (Hot)
Better talk it out, you don't wanna get physical
Grissling time easy, matter fact, I miss Mystikal (What up?)
Same old nigga that was bitching to crooks
And the gage'll lift you up like that bitch on the hook
Mister business, still looking for them bitches that cook
Ever since white lightning (Since white lightning)
Like fuck recess, nigga know I ain't playing
Pop the clutch on a hoe cause the front wheel saying, listen
[Verse 4: Kendrick Lamar]
We came in this industry, we screamin' fuck y'all
'Till I came on the industry, you see me grip my balls
Here I go again, lost one, never
More wins than Chicago weather
New year, new endeavor
Reach goals better than David Beckham, out of control
Kick it to my shoe, glued to your rectum, you asshole
Californ-I-A, 'tiI disintegrate interstate 105
We ride, you imitate
We eliminate anybody that penetrate any kind of negative vibe

[Verse 5: Ab-Soul]
Temperature rise
Southern Cali sun, shades over eyes
Never wear suits, but keep corporate ties
Like I do (Who are you?)
Soul brother, number deuce, Lil Petrusse
I be over the edge like Q in Juice
Through and through, back to back hits like profile views
Or fiends strung out, keep watchin'
I bring the heat to your closet, make your team run out
Honest, I gets down and I look at the chronic and say

[Chorus]
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
[Verse 6: Roccett]
I'm in the 745 and I call it the Black Knight
My music get you high, remind me of crack pipes
Flip ya boy up, before they stitch ya boy up
And we stump ya homie out, they won't pick ya boy up
I ain't playin' with 'em, I'll choke you dummy
We in the streets, tryna get this Oprah money
So you better give me mine, 'cause I'd love to take it from ya
You internet bangers, we bangin' out around ya

[Verse 7: ScHoolboy Q]
Still like they never get the picture, my nigga, I'm off the rictor (Uh huh)
Plus a nigga sicker than fucking my little sister (Damn)
One shot jumping out the Glock might ya (Pow)
Send yo ass to heaven, see the lord, might miss ya (Haha)
Fortune off the fame, got it jumping off the chain
Yeah, I'm screaming "Top Dawg!" with the burner switching lanes (Yeah!)
Front, back, side to side, Chevy got the hiccups (Oh)
New Rock shit, y'all niggas better lift up

[Verse 8: Shay]
I said it used to be a problem when my name was loud in silence
And I try to keep it cool but my flow is the hottest, sirens
Cause I'm fire in this bitch, bout to get higher in this bitch
Don't you get caught up in my flow cause I'm barbed wire in this bitch, I hurt ya
Like a virgin, it's my first time
And I serve niggas like babies with those nursery rhymes
Fake niggas realise, you're worse than king to lie
I'm the queen of the sky, peasants lift me high, shit

[Verse 9: Hot Dollar]
Two for his hot head, .223 toter
Rocks full of kilos bout as big as a car motor
Put a pussy on your head, a test of my gangsta
Diss me on the track and I'm not gonna thank ya
I might have to shank ya, send a young nigga to spank ya
Catch ya by your sets, guap will just bank ya
The god of the left side, you call it the west side
Where nobody's exempt (Yeah), OGs with red dots

[Verse 10: Young Keno]
It's K, motherfucking Keno
Came for the game, you know my aim, tryna stack a few C-notes
And they know I'm guilty, guilty for balling
Suicide doors on it with the dual exhaustion
Naw, they flossing, if you got it, then get it
You see my neck and my wrist, pimp, this how I live it
I slow down and show motherfuckers I spit it
But I'm bout that paper so I'm back to bidness

[Chorus]
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up
Lift me up, lift me up, lift me up, lift me up

[Verse 11: K-Boy]
Yeah, K-Boy, it's the prince of the city, peep the royal blue Chucks
Leave your bitch around me and she might get scooped up
I keep the four feezy, it's Mr. So Easy
Trap shit is easy, the west coast needs me
South Central, yes, bitch, that's my birthplace
I shook this track up, call my verse an earthquake
Or air it in the steets, watch me serve these rookies
Got my city on my back with the burner to took me, nigga

[Verse 12: Spider Loc]
East side, east coast, bang life
For death though, that's for the game
You see me with the burner and the sauce magazine
I ain't the most easty, man, what do they mean?
The west kept secret, I'm bangadocious
From rags to riches, on Baftas, bitches
But Jay Rock, just give me the nine
I need a whole house dead like the city of gods

[Verse 13: Topic]
Too heavy, need a forklift to pick me up
The coast guard, guard the west and lift it up
See the don in the Benz, I done dixie cup
Topic, the reason the sunny side's up (Haha)
And I ain't talking bout eggs on the plate (Uh uh)
I'm talking bout riders in the California state
A mine, the coast is mines, it's in my DNA
It's still West, still V-I-N-A, ta

[Verse 14: Techniec]
Running days a homemade Khaki shorts
Croke in sacks and maxi coats, we need stacks to floor
Don't rock the boat
West politics, I hand over Rock the boat
Don't rock the coke, or kreat cracks like bookie monster
With the double balm llamas, couple nines on us
Don't front on minds on us
I'm just in a candy Chevy like a young Willy Wonka

[Verse 15: Damani]
Heard they was tired of waiting on the Detox
So I came fresh off the block, swinging like a Ox
Pro club soldier, I need a broad with paper like Oprah
The west on our shoulders
Compton to Watts, Long Beach
Middle finger to cops, it never stop
Lift me up as the crowd screams around me, you're mine, yeah
Inglewood city behind me, battle up, nigga

[Verse 16: Bad Lucc]
They can't control what a nigga can't see
I was a bad little baby 82 and 83
Knocking suckas out their trollas, now I'm much older
Lift him up, sit him down, right hand colder
Jay Rock told ya, the west is taking over
Bad Lucc been a soldier, got it cuffing like a toga
I ain't playing with you suckas, watch your ass, it's the turf
It's the home of the jerks, nigga, church (Watch that!)

[Outro: B-Dawg]
Put up or shut up, knock it the fuck off
Y'all know what time it is, man
Kill all that bullshit you're talking, man
You niggas is running your motherfucking mouth
Niggas is talking bout you real, nigga, real is an action, nigga
Real ain't a word, nigga, you know who I'm wit right now, nigga?
Ill Will, you know what time it is, nigga, run that shit