Kendrick Lamar - County Building Blues скачать mp3

[Intro] Greeting boys and girls My name is Petey P Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that’s right) I am your neighbor And I’d like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city So grab your cartoons and cereal Your pop guns and fireworks And sing along) [Hook] When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane When we grow up we gon go and get us a million Spend it all in front of the county building Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane [Verse 1] (Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was...) I’ve been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac Was on Rosecrans in that burgerstand at '95 People staring at 'em in amazement Reservations at the Days Inn We was living out a hotel at the time Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it's a mansion Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing Howling at the moon, what’s a pack of hungry babies? Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers But never make the visit, if better days was on its way Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn (Oh I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?) [Hook] [Bridge] And all the ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car” When we grow up, when we grow up Ghetto children in the world say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto boys say, “that’s my car” All the ghetto girls say, “that’s my car” When we grow up, when we grow up [Verse 2] (Nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?) Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety Played the passenger I think it’s five years after eighty Seven, do the math, ‘ 92 don’t you be lazy Looking out the window, notice all the essentials Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental Insurance ‘cause we ‘bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you? I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials Of a scholar but shit not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks They did invasions while helicopters recorded it Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers Say that you got me if not, I’ll dig in your drawer for it The swap meet was the bulls' eye like Tauruses Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is "Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it If we run out?" He said, “lil nigga today the poor is rich Don’t tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb If she ask just know you have to lie and son don’t forget Bitches ain’t shit, hoes ain’t neither Niggas gon snitch, watch the company you keeping And one day you’ll put money in the ghetto when you got it Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots" (That’s right the mothafuckin’ Rodney King... You was with your daddy on Bullis Road) [Hook]