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The Art of Peer Pressure

Artist:Kendrick Lamar  Album:good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)  Composer:Kendrick Duckworth, R. Rask & J. Vestergaard 

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Everybody, everybody, everybody Everybody sit yo' bitch-ass down And listen to this true mothafuckin' story Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch Smokin' on the finest dope, ay-ay-ay-ah Drank until I can't no mo', ay-ay-ay-ah Really I'm a sober soul But I'm with the homies right now And we ain't askin' for no favors Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah Really, I'm a peacemaker But I'm with the homies right now And Momma used to say (say, say, say, say) One day it's gon' burn you out (woo) One day it's gon' burn you out, out, out One day it's gon' burn you out (you, you, you, you, you, you) One day it's gon' burn you But I'm with the homies right now Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota A quarter tank of gas, one pistol and orange soda Janky stash box when the federales'll roll up Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble I hope the universe love you today 'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate If it’s necessary; bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted Speakin' language only we know, you think it's an accent The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses Of the workin' world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls And asked them what they workin' with Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth Usually I’m drug-free, but, shit, I’m with the homies Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red Come through and bust ya head, nigga! Me and the homies Sag all the way to the liquor store Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more Me and the homies I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in Me and the homies Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka And be like "doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!” It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin' Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin' Hungry for anything unhealthy And if nutrition can help me I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I'll continue eatin' We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from ‘round there ‘Cause every time we down there We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards Bougie bitches with no extensions Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination Before we sparked a conversation We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like Then started interrogatin' I never was a gangbanger, I mean I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it Rush a nigga quick

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