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Kendrick Lamar - Top Dawg Money Gang Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock]
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
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[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Okay, K-Dot for president, even if your eyes couldn’t see, you know it’s evident
Don’t insult your intelligence
Team like a mighty sword, I could slaughter several men
Live from the devils' den, I can burn yours
Straighten out and burn yours, you can catch a nigga pedalin'
Real nigga music, if they real, then I let them in
My world, mind over matter, shotty blast, spine over bladder
Causalities add up, please watch your vocabulary
Slick talk get you buried where the words walk
Get your identification lost
Takin off in an 80
[?] I bought for my pops' buddy
Hit the corner, you hear the bitches screaming they love me
Play the field better than rugby, niggas respect it
Whoever don’t get left headless, now check the message like voicemail
Whenever my voice sail over instrumentals
I’m the realest, can’t you tell? (Salute me)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Ms. Shay, Jay Rock]
[?] out in CBT
Got my hand on the steerin' wheel, cruisin' these streets
When we seen you fly past, act like you know me
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga
Movin' at a slow pace, set aside [?]
You can hear all the bitches hollerin’ what it’s gon' be
‘Cause my AK [?]
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute you, nigga
Top dawg money gang (What up?)
We doin our thangs (What up?)
We run the games (What up?)
Got to salute us, mane (D-D-D-D-DJ Ill Will, what up?)
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Run up, get done up, don’t care who you in front of
Even your mother can see you fall under the wraith
Of a tummy tucker AKA the chopper lover
Chop enough to fuck you up, you fuck with us, you fuckin up, fucker
Fuck you mean? I’m sharper than box cutters
Clean-serve niggas the issue like magazines (Issue, issue)
Clear the scene when we intervene
Your enter forever awaits when you lighter than kerosene
Like a fein to a pipe, guarantee I crack open their head, right
In front of they homies, ride like patrollees
Sittin' so high, you would think I’m 'bout to OD
But I’m not high, this is big whippin' homie

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Ms. Shay, Jay Rock]
[?] out in CBT
Got my hand on the steerin' wheel, cruisin' these streets
When we seen you fly past, act like you know me
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga
Movin' at a slow pace, set aside [?]
You can hear all the bitches hollerin’ what it’s gon' be
‘Cause my AK [?]
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute you, nigga
Top dawg money gang (What up?)
We doin our thangs (What up?)
We run the games (What up?)
Got to salute us, mane (D-D-D-D-DJ Ill Will, what up?)
[Verse 3: Jay Rock, Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah
Top dawg money gang, oh boy, we runnin' things
Fuckin' over these tracks, motherfucker, we runnin' trains
Look to cash, never late like a money train
More dollars, more choppas, want beef, nigga, holler
Most of these new West niggas be on some hoe shit
That’s why I ride around, steady bumpin' my own shit
These niggas hatin’ but they bitches, give me dome quick
They give ‘em long kiss, I just give them long dick
Niggas talkin’, thanks for the promotion
Gossipin' like bitches, softer than baby lotion
Look, I’m so sick, nah, I’m so reckless
Boy, I got bars, flow hotter than red peppers
I’m magnificent, I’m the new [?]
'til they sign my death certificate, don’t mean to be rude
Servin' these wack rappers, give these niggas the blues
Top Dawg ENT, bitch nigga, salute (Salute me)

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Ms. Shay, Jay Rock]
[?] out in CBT
Got my hand on the steerin' wheel, cruisin' these streets
When we seen you fly past, act like you know me
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga
Movin' at a slow pace, set aside [?]
You can hear all the bitches hollerin’ what it’s gon' be
‘Cause my AK [?]
Salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute a nigga, salute you, nigga
Top dawg money gang (What up?)
We doin our thangs (What up?)
We run the games (What up?)
Got to salute us, mane (What up?)
[Outro: DJ Ill Will]
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