Video Tde Roll Call de Kendrick Lamar 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Kendrick Lamar - Tde Roll Call Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
West coast tsunami, come jump inside of the wave pool
Fresh out the county with beepers over their ankles
Bitches and bugs, their earlobes flooded with bengals
.38 slug, passenger seat, let it bang you
I was born the same year you was rocking a kangol
Twenty years later, my style favor a kangaroo
Jumping off the ground I’m tapping the star spangle
Banner with manners over ignorant lost angels
Cameras flash, nappy hippy from every angle
Hammers will blast, snap and hit you from every angle
Like a porno, no homo, you wear rainbow
I'm with a bad chick that suck on my mandingo
You’re making up publicity stunts to make your name blow
I’m dropping C4 every month to make my name blow
Drive a hoopty every month like its a range rove
Get in on the passenger side because the door broke
Take you on a natural high, this is for sure dope
Watch you OD outside, then give you more dope
I’m gon’ flood the streets outside, go buy a raincoat
Open the door, my tapes fall out your Durango
West coast ‘till I’m gone and wearing the halo
‘Til then I'm ready for war, let’s play Halo
Take down a fifth of Hennessy and watch the day go
Bye like farewell, can somebody just pray for
Me like holiest priest on God’s payroll
Tabernacle to all the Church's chickens I ate on
It’s K.Dot you motherfuckers, motherfucker, mother, blucka blucka, bring a ruckus
Better duck 'em, make you suffer quick, suck a dick
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Look, coming from gangbangers and palm trees
Eating on polly seed and bomb weed
In Wallabees, better yet, my Wallacees
Throwing up the set while I'm chilling in the summer breeze, huh
You niggas really want the gun to squeeze?
And I’m shooting for nothing
Backseat with the window down, ready for ducking
I ain't riding shotgun ‘less I got a shotgun
Fuck around and pop one, leave your fucking top done
Like a body shop or a mardi gras
Bad little bitch keep the gat in her party bra
Ready to shoot, you know I recruit
Give me the loot like Big Poppa, who shot ya?
Noodle niggas over cheese make pasta
Top Dawg sit at the table, we all mobsters
Never passed english and grammar still proper

[Verse 3: Jay Rock & Kendrick Lamar]
My niggas, we all gotcha
My niggas is all shottas
And niggas ain't nothing but bitches, they all gossip
My words come hard as a bishop in tranquilize ya
And murder goes hand and hand like sanitizers, I been a problem, shootout to Problem

[Verse 4: Jay Rock]
My gun blow
Then I get low
Like a stripper, my nigga, no homo
Take a puff of the swisher, then get ghost
I do this shit for my niggas that’s locking up in them prisons that can't get out of them systems, there's no hope
So my mentality gotta be cut throat
Everytime that I spit it, I pole vault
Jay Rock for president, go vote
Put them in a state of shock like a million votes
I go big before I would go broke
I got bundles of snow so come snope
Big bottles of henny, who wanna toast?
Big bags of green, who wanna smoke?
It’s on me, dawg I do it for the coast
Watts city, my city ‘till I'm gone
Imma make it, I can feel it in my bones
[Verse 5: Ab-Soul]
Yeah, I came with the same precision as Pablo
Your visions is at most whipping diablos
City on my shoulders like a poncho
And I treat the booth like El Baño, ha
Get a whiff of that
And when it’s show time, I take you to the Cinemax
Los Angeles on the fitted cap
Committed like Richard Pryor to getting stacks
Yo Punch, they think that history’s a joke
Read up on how they brought Woodstock to watch for black folks
California soul
You say the west ain't unified like the LA school district, you must've missed it
Riding round my old junior high, high, reminiscing
How I have the same goals I have now
But I never thought for a second I needed Snoop and Dre to help me out
No debit, give me all of the credit, Soul