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KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "Micheal Jordan"

[Intro]
I used to want to be like Michael Jordan
Figure I would make the NBA and make me a fortune


[Hook]
Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my %#@! don't stink

Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
Riding around with ^!$$%s that I grew up with since McNair
Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here

And I'm too much for these ^!$$%s, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ^!$$%s, I'm three much for these hoes
I'm too much for these ^!$$%s, I'm three much for these hoes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]

Michael Jordan, bounce-bounce ho, bounce-bounce
This %#@! make a ^!$$% get some bread or bust a head
Or $#&@ my enemies (*##$, acting bad and getting rich

Pull up on these 26's, I'm a vanity slave
I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways
I don't know why your (*##$ want to $#&@ me

And I don't know why you $#&@ ^!$$%s can't see
I'm a Comp-town represented, a concrete back-flipper A.K.A that ^!$$%
Don't worry, I don't know why your (*##$ want to $#&@ me

And I don't know why you $#&@ ^!$$%s can't see
This is Hiii-power since the Eddie Bauer, I've been popular
I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

You jocking the let her be a ho, why you stopping though?
We stopping the traffic, what you know about them hockey pucks?
Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em

Seen too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming
I don't know why your (*##$ want to $#&@ me
I don't know why...hey, wait a minute mother$#&@er


[Hook]


[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Man, the game chose me, what am I to do?
The only thing I did wrong was make it possible

I diddy bop and make them !@%$ pop
Out there on my bumper like a city cop
Walking out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it

Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it
Aye, #~!!@ crazy, #~!!@ crazy, you $#&@ ^!$$%s, you !@#( crazy
Man, I know I can't tell you about the world homie

But I know I can tell you about your girl homie
Her #~!!@'s crazy, her #~!!@ crazy, I $#&@ ^!$$%, I know you hate me
I know they pay me too much of attention

Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned
I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul $$#
Give me tall glass, Coconut Ciroc, please, no soda pop

I make my soda pop, life's a (*##$, her #~!!@ crazy but I make that #~!!@ pay me

[Hook]


[Bridge]
Michael Jordan (*##$, Michael Jordan (*##$, Michael Jordan (*##$

Michael Jordan (*##$, that means I'm too much for these ^!$$%s
I'm three much for these hoes, Wayne told me that...


[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q]
I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don't think
Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink

I don't know why your (*##$ want to $#&@ me
And I don't know why you sucker ^!$$%s can't see
I'm from Hoover man, high as Superman, %#@! you Lois Lane

You #~!!@ man with the #~!!@ game, %#@!, we off the chain
We popping the fortune, not the fame, %#@!, you backers, man
You chasing hoes, re-replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong
We $#&@ed her homes, $#&@ed and sent her home, !@!@&& strong
You know I'm gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough?

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no $#&@s
Leaning off the Actavis, passing blunts round and round
Told me Mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Your (*##$ texted me, wants it now so I had to knock her down
Hurt her bouncing off my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth
You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I'm done
I can be your number two and you can be her number one
Her #~!!@'s crazy, her #~!!@'s crazy, you $#&@ ^!$$%s


[Hook] + [Bridge]

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