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Warning Shot Songtext

Kendrick Lamar - Warning Shot
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Yeah, Punch what's happening brother
Niggas be poppin that shit at me like it's something new to me or something know what I'm talking about
I tell a nigga quick that shit just a rerun to me nigga
I've been doing this shit since Vanguard, brother
And tell me what's happening with it
Niggas hate on me but hop right on my dick as soon as they see me
Soon as they see me they're like

What up dot
That's what they tell me every second around the clock
Everytime I clock in, rappers checking they watch
Studio paid for, hours unlimited
Assholes, how many MC's I knock off they payroll
How many God MC's I knock off they halo
Hip-Hop ain't dead consumers changed up
Rappers Love to see gold like the end of a rainbow
I stay low, like my socks under my ankles
Play the back like a turtle shell, know well
That my team got me if I ever slack on my shit, so I fail, guess what I don't even trip
Just like that, crunch a little battle raps
Punchlines, I did that in 99, you think its a gold mine when you think of one
You think you hot, but I think you done
Like queens new york slang, look what the killer brung
Machine guns to a fight, fucking right, pay your bills or i'm turning out your lights, good night
I shatter niggas dreams, thinking they the West Coast kings
Till I drop like visine, tell a nigga quick it ain't always what it seems
Like the stitching on swap meet jeans
I'm itching to scratch a whack rapper, Gun clapper, snuff him like a rude capper
Got a cool bladder, but I'm pissed off, at ya

The real is back
Fuck the artificial, won't you let the realers rap
They scribble in they notebooks, me i state facts
Safe estate, they know where the best be at
Whenever I ask, are you are you not entertained
Body any nigga that wanna holla my name
And what, no cuts, this is top dawg gang
What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up

Nigga said he'd snatch my chain in the streets
What chain? I barely wear jewelry
So i ever had one, you barely see it on me
And if I ever had a gun, you wouldn't know it's on me
So snatch it then you done
I'm in the studio sipping on Parmesan
Thinking about who could fuck with Kenny and parlor sons
I live this shit, try stop me, you won't live to shit, probably
Catch four between your abdomen
Next time you see me, don't ask me who I'm collabing with
Between me and you, some of the new West is actresses
New hate Activists, lowkey they can't stand our shit
But still we continue to drink laxatives
Cold blooded, make the label hand me your budget
This mine don't touch (pow pow), did i stutter?
Catch two, cats knew, i been a gorilla, welcome to the Zoo
Yup, you little monkeys know what it do, come test me

The real is back
Fuck the artificial, won't you let the realers rap
They scribble in they notebooks, me i state facts
Safe estate, they know where the best be at
Whenever I ask, are you are you not entertained
Body any nigga that wanna holla my name
And what, no cuts, this is top dawg gang
What the fuck, everybody else, pull your panties up

Dayum, you killin em K-Dizzle
And if you don't kill em then you send em to hospitals
Sleeping on a recliner bed, with a thin pillow
I'm with a white bitch, ass like a black widow
Bet I jumble to the end of my lifeline
So when I die, you can say I balled for a long time
The 08 Frankenstein, beast like Sasquatch
Feet size thirty-six, steppin on Hip-Hop cause that's my bitch
I write a rhyme, then she ride my dick
The girl is mine, I don't know the ho that you with
You niggas know this, I'm way better than I've ever been, so focused
Like a sniper when he zone in, what's your motive?
I bet it's to go against, like the GT
Get your bitch ass bit, all on these streets
I'm the all mighty K, Compton
Rep it till my very death day, let the reaper in his face
And recite every song from NWA
I pay homage for those great who paved the way
Wait, back to the subject of who's, and who doesn't, do what I do
Bluffin until I touch em like a masseuse do
Nothing compares to me, but the throne, so tell em bring the chair to me
I'm a red bullet, small nigga but I handle y'all niggas like I'm eight feet tall
Nigga
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