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skateboard nigga - kendrick lamar & jay rock lyrics

[intro: dj dave]
ha! it’s your boy dj dave, top dawg entertainment
i’m in the motherf*cking building with my boy k*dot
the gemini!

[chorus: k*dot]
no, no, no, no i ain’t a skateboard n*gga
and i don’t own a skateboard n*gga, i’m a brown paper bag
eight bar sipper, any hard liquor, i f*ck with you
that’s your b*tch? she a certified d*ck kisser

[verse 1: k*dot]
she down the doors out, yeah me and my dog
pull a scar back till that motherf*cker pop off
i’m in the spot waitin’ for somethin’ to pop off
don’t step on my foes, homie see this chaos
i got a stuntman, california stuntman
sherry no guts man, triptrap candy bank
cocaine flow, like a brick of blow, man
no name n*ggas, get out, shine my sunrays
i f*ck ’em, i leave ’em alone, no, i don’t say, per se
you take them home to meet my man
you lay up with ‘еm, i show up with ’em
see another flock of hoes and go gеt ’em, ay

[chorus: k*dot]
no, i ain’t a skateboard n*gga
and i don’t own a skateboard n*gga, i’m a brown paper bag
eight bar sipper, any hard liquor, i f*ck with you
that’s your b*tch? she a certified d*ck kisser
you know that i got what you want
what i do right here ain’t nothin’
if you ask what it is, i’m california stuntin’
[verse 2: k*dot]
i’m a new beamer coupe with the top chopped off type brother (uh)
go hard on a flip, not a soft type brother (uh)
i’m a flows type brother
buy up everything in a mall, don’t care how much it cost type brother (uh)
i’m a floss type n*gga (uh)
i’m a low ride, pistol on side, riding up and down the shaw type n*gga (uh)
i’ma get it right now, f*ck tomorrow type, n*gga (uh)
i don’t f*ck with you borrow type n*ggas (uh)
you know right, n*gga (uh), i ain’t trying to fight, n*gga (uh)
i’m a razor blade, handgun, or a knife n*gga (uh)
i’m not a nice n*gga (uh)
so mommy change your mind right now if you’re looking for a mr. right, n*gga (uh)
i know your type, n*gga, you’re a undercover b*tch made
i don’t f*ck with no miami vice n*ggas (uh)
you know*life n*ggas (uh), no money having small wallet type n*ggas
now you know, so get it right, n*gga

[chorus: k*dot]
no, i ain’t a skateboard n*gga
and i don’t own a skateboard n*gga, i’m a brown paper bag
eight bar sipper, any hard liquor, i f*ck with you
that’s your b*tch? she a certified d*ck kisser
you know that i got what you want
what i do right here ain’t nothin’
if you ask what it is, i’m california stuntin’
[verse 3: jay rock]
no, i ain’t a skateboard, n*gga
and i don’t want a skateboard, n*gga
i’m a brown paper bag, eight bar sipper
bad b*tch getter, 6*4 switch, hit it, and i’m fresh like uh
off this drug, that california bug
that ’07 chronic, that got a n*gga buzz
n*gga i’m a pimp, i got a lot of girls
so leave her at home if you don’t want me to f*ck, like that
yeah, rolling in my big body benz, homie
with the [?] giovanni rims on it
four*nickel sittin’ right up on the front seat
four fifteen, n*gga, trunk full of beat, full of beat
classic air joints on my feet
money falling on my ass like i won a lottery
i’ve been broke before, so i know what it feels like
i reminisced how i came up off the snow white

[chorus: k*dot]
no, i ain’t a skateboard n*gga
and i don’t own a skateboard n*gga, i’m a brown paper bag
eight bar sip of any hard liquor, i f*ck with you
that’s your b*tch? she a certified d*ck kisser
you know that i got what you want
what i do right here ain’t nothin’
if you ask what it is, i’m california stuntin’

- kendrick lamar jay rock lyrics

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