Compton’s Finest

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Kendrick Lamar, plain old Kendrick the Average Joe But not the average flow, just willing to make it, ock That boy's bacon, he got relations with Satan, Pops This type of greatness is well-awaiting the fatal shots Now what you know about them Westside streets? We was five like deep, rapping the best of Mobb Deep Rapping my best in my sleep, that's if I ever slept Countin' bars while you countin' sheep, you lookin' at the best God-given, I'm been spitting since Pokémon cards and yo-yos Sauconies Girbaud jeans, when Wayne made "bling-bling" I was hip-hopping Makin' 'em hop, have a pogo Let's get this cream, cold stones I'm fallin' off, hold on When peeling off, BMX bikes Ducking shots that was barking real DMX-like A pizza and a cold Sprite Peace to the world I close my door and make love to the beat Then fuck your girl That was K.Dot then [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] I give you my album in replacement of Detox I drop shit with ease to let y'all eavesdrop On my style, eyes of an owl as they watch Throw in that towel or get thrown in a ditch You flow don't exist, we co-exist with the UFOs Goddamnit, stranded on planets that you don't know The aliens panic, pack they bags, they hit the road The truth, the phone booth, the greatness take its toll