Kendrick Lamar Dodger Blue Lyrics
Dodger Blue by Kendrick Lamar
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Ooh
White diamonds, 2 a.m., she wildin'
B_tches sick, got their stomach in her comments
What school you went to? Gardena, Compton
Westchester, King/Drew, then we function
Little n_gga, but that dog in me, that's on Top
On my kids, I'll sock you n_ggas up
Have you ever took a fade and ran three more back to back?
Oh, you haven't? Then shut the f_ck up and keep it rap
Gah, gah, gah
B_tch, I'm from the LAnd
Don't say you hate L.A. when you don't travel past the 10
Am I trippin'? Yes, I am
Meditate over some money, I see Franklin, I find zen
B_tch, I'm from the LAnd
Don't say you hate L.A., but live in L.A. and pretend
My neck on Tarantino, Alejandro, Spike Lee
Just know you took the scenic route if you stand by me, stupid
So fly in this b_tch
Fifty on me, don't die tryin' and sh_t (Ooh-ooh)
You know I'm up and down when I slide in this b_tch
Dreamers and the Jets outside in this b_tch
Westside, get the money, yeah, that's fo' sho'
Streets don't love you, better respect the code
Ain't no sleepin' in on Sunday
If it's 'bout the money, then my n_ggas on go
When I walk in, oh yeah, bring that
It's unanimous, how I pop sh_t
When I walk in, hoes better get in check
You lookin' at a bad b_tch, nothin' less
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Tip, toe, pivot, walk
Tip, toe, pivot, walk
Ooh, don't take it personal
You won't be the first to know
Just might be the first to go
Just might be, ooh
Don't take it personal
You won't be the first to know
Just might be the first to go
Just might be
Ooh
White diamonds, 2 a.m., she wildin'
B_tches sick, got their stomach in her comments
What school you went to? Gardena, Compton
Westchester, King/Drew, then we function
Little n_gga, but that dog in me, that's on Top
On my kids, I'll sock you n_ggas up
Have you ever took a fade and ran three more back to back?
Oh, you haven't? Then shut the f_ck up and keep it rap
Gah, gah, gah
B_tch, I'm from the LAnd
Don't say you hate L.A. when you don't travel past the 10
Am I trippin'? Yes, I am
Meditate over some money, I see Franklin, I find zen
B_tch, I'm from the LAnd
Don't say you hate L.A., but live in L.A. and pretend
My neck on Tarantino, Alejandro, Spike Lee
Just know you took the scenic route if you stand by me, stupid
So fly in this b_tch
Fifty on me, don't die tryin' and sh_t (Ooh-ooh)
You know I'm up and down when I slide in this b_tch
Dreamers and the Jets outside in this b_tch
Westside, get the money, yeah, that's fo' sho'
Streets don't love you, better respect the code
Ain't no sleepin' in on Sunday
If it's 'bout the money, then my n_ggas on go
When I walk in, oh yeah, bring that
It's unanimous, how I pop sh_t
When I walk in, hoes better get in check
You lookin' at a bad b_tch, nothin' less
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Walk, walk, walk, walk
Tip, toe, pivot, walk
Tip, toe, pivot, walk
Ooh, don't take it personal
You won't be the first to know
Just might be the first to go
Just might be, ooh
Don't take it personal
You won't be the first to know
Just might be the first to go
Just might be