Drop It Like It’s Hot (Freestyle) lyrics

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
For my n*ggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my n*ggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my n*ggas that know right
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
See my game still the same, never trick on a b*tch (Ugh)
You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the sh*t

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm a nice dude (Okay), livin' my life dude (Ugh)
Trick on a dumb b*tch is nothin' I might do (Nope)
Some try to play fools, the shots that they fake shoot
I'm mean like a Red Bull is mean when the eighth pull
I'm faithful to whatever I stand for
It means dough, gettin' my pesos
Gecko or Geico, whatever it stand for (Ha)
Red and blue flags, yours are like a rainbow, ha
Pants hang low
Born with the best flow since LL was rockin' a Kangol (Woo)
'87, one man, eighty weapons
I go hard without usin' protection
Hard out, learn your lesson
When I pull out, make like R. Kelly, get to steppin', haha
I'm the best at this profession
I can't help but bring it back to the essence mothaf*ckas
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
For my n*ggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my n*ggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my n*ggas that know right
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
See my game still the same, never trick on a b*tch
You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the sh*t

[Verse 2: Dave Free]
I'm a young dude, smoke the best weed
See the act right, see them dubs clean
A sexy bachelor, hit 'em in your strokes
Never bust a n*gga, goin' down your throat
The Phantom, not rich enough to cop yet
But picture [?] for the n*ggas outta pocket
I can exercise you, you can get a [?]
When I lean back, don't dance, give me hizzead
Killer got that heat, we know killers in the street
With the heat that make you feel like a fat boy at the beach
So don't try to run up on [?] talkin' all that Simon and sh*t
I can rhyme and sh*t
If you n*ggas pay attention, you won't ask me sh*t
You should think about it, take a second, one
Matter of fact, you should take four b
Think before you f*ck with real killers in the street
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
For my n*ggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my n*ggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my n*ggas that know right
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
See my game still the same, never trick on a b*tch
You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the sh*t

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm from a small city, no pity shown 'cept hammers thrown
Quickly push back your dome like a hot comb
So swiftly, come get me
If I had every b*tch in the world, boy, you still ain't f*ckin' with me
I'm 'bout my money strictly, as long as I stack my banks up
I'll have enough Young Bucks to f*ck with 50
Now who f*ckin' with me? Me and that gun was born siamese twins
So where I move, it's comin' with me
You down right, play with me, think I won't take your life
The scope'll have more dots on you than a website
I'm 'bout my head right and yours left
I swear in the vocal booth is where I'll take my last breath
That's K-Dot, oh you ain't heard? sh*t, that boy hot
With dime b*tches runnin' on beaches like baywatch
You sit and watch the young child with my money stacks
Add up faster than cell phones on speed dial
[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
For my n*ggas that hate the fights
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
Get it with the Glocks
For my n*ggas that hustle nights
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
Bakin' with the pots
For my n*ggas that know right
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
K-Dot is hot
See my game still the same, never trick on a b*tch
You don't have to tell me, I know I'm the sh*t