TDE Dynasty

Lyrics

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar & DJ Ill Will] DJ Ill Will Roll it, for your money (What the fuck's up?) Good, let's get blowed (Your wifey's favorite DJ) Back in this bitch, how many fucking mixtapes we put out now, nigga? [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Kendrick, killing it Herbert, pervert Tape, never bring your bitch, well, serve her Tell 'em hoes one thing, get the gerbert My 87 Regal come with a chauffer Pull up, hop out, let 'em have it, top skirts out Lyrical homicide, they survive? No sir K.Dot, won't you tell these niggas what it's all about? Name top 3 MCs gotta be MCs gotta be Rosa Parks Throw you under the bus, not the backseat Climbing the charts like chimpanzees, wanna jungle with me? Better call us Jumanji Get stuck in the palm tree Your friend or your mother, your brother, your cousin, your auntie Cocky, keep your mean mugs for coffee Everything I kickflip, you gon' slip on an Olly, golly You killing it, nigga, the autopsy performed by me, no paparazzi Can't picture the flow, know I go to a king Ghost to copy, right Like a trademark, cable, they sure, dykes Pick 'em up like radar lights, camera, action, main attraction, Carson, Compton, clashing, like the, titans, nigga, you nice [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Roll it, for your money Good, let's get blowed Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp) I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player) Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes) Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters) Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough) Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later) Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing) Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing) [Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Kendrick Lamar] See, really, I eat you alive Chew you and spit you back into the street where you die I pick your body from out of the street then try To put your body in back of the truck, each ride Out to the canal, throw 'em on the side Dead rappers get better sales, put 'em on the yacht Titanic a nigga, ocean atlantic a nigga, Havana a nigga, by the Pacific cuz, no prize Flame on, Del Amo cannibal Aiming catapults, sweet, like cantelope, deep In the vaginal with international women, I pass ports with passports, pass the torch We pass blunts in high hotel resorts With a great dick sucker that I eat through my shorts K.Dot, that brother ball hard, do it twice like I stutter No flaws on the mic like a die hard Bulls fan brother No other be alike, never seen a damn twin in my life In rentals, I'm go cut from a different cloth Baby Ruth, I swing then we hit it off Daisy Dukes is cute so she slid him off I know you spit it like that but don't hit it raw Penetrate with a club like Paton does Man, we too visual, individual, yeah, what you are? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Roll it, for your money Good, let's get blowed Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp) I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player) Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes) Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters) Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough) Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later) Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing) Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing) [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul & Jay Rock] See really I'm saying Niggas can't fuck with us so they wanna fuck with us See, it's like they wanna shake hands Many do try, but many do fry When the Crisco hit 'em like damn It's up fo sho, fish fillet, I'm eating for days up against you, man See really, I'm a beast And really I could feast, nigga, my teeth to dinosaur crystals, sheesh, that's ease That's some cold shit, no shit I'm looking for the hand that I wrote with Uh, but you never write? Oh shit, you're right Like me, like us, like we, like a Never seen arthritis cover turtles, heavenly, we provided, it's eternal Kids, it's about time for your curfew We tuck em in like shirts in church pens, damn Get 'em outta here Really, we don't fear no one Moving like the hemi pants go bad Who that? Jay Rock, oh, let a nigga in, no Let a nigga rip a nigga with my brain mast, go Confident but I'm speaking, I'm lyrically peaking Over niggas is reaching they climax You see, my city back seeking revenge For the West Coast, niggas of garden projects, Top Dawg, you already know, Soul [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Roll it, for your money Good, let's get blowed Pop them bottles, my nigga, let's get growed The dynasty, we be the Top Dawgs, we be the Top Dawgs I'm a fucking pimp (I'm a fucking pimp) I'm a fucking player (I'm a fucking player) Motherfuck them hoes (Motherfuck them hoes) Motherfucker them haters (Motherfucker them haters) Imma get my dough (Imma get my dough) Nigga now and later (Nigga now and later) Nigga, I ain't playing (Nigga, I ain't playing) Nigga, he ain't playing (Nigga, we ain't playing)