For Free? (Interlude) lyrics

by

George Clinton


[Produced by Terrace Martin]

[Intro: Darlene Tibbs]
f*ck you, motherf*cker, you a ho-ass n*gga
I don't know why you trying to go big, n*gga, you ain't sh*t
Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, n*gga, you ain't sh*t
You ain't even buy me no outfit for the Fourth
I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin'
I shouldn't be f*ckin' with you anyway
I need a baller-ass, boss-ass n*gga
You's a off-brand-ass n*gga, everybody know it
Your homies know it, everybody f*ckin' know
f*ck you, n*gga, don't call me no more
You won't know, you gonna lose on a good b*tch
My other n*gga is on, you off
What the f*ck is really going on?

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
This di*k ain't free
You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt
Like I never made ends meet
Eating your leftovers and raw meat
This di*k ain't free
Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary
Celery, tellin' me green is all I need
Evidently, all I seen was Spam and raw sardines
This di*k ain't free, I mean, baby
You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes
Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four-inch rims
Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents?
Hell f*ckin' naw, this di*k ain't free
I need forty acres and a mule
Not a forty ounce and a pitbull
Bullsh*t, matador, matador
Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that?
Genital's best friend, this di*k ain't free
Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper
Titty juice and pus*y lips kept me obnoxious
Kept me up watchin' pornos in poverty; apology? No
Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like myself
Every dog has its day, now doggy style shall help
This di*k ain't free
Matter of fact, it need interest
Matter of fact, it's nine inches
Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business
Pension, more pension, you're pinchin' my percents
It's been relentless, f*ck forgiveness, f*ck your feelings
f*ck your sources, all distortion, if you f*ck it's more abortion
More divorce courts and portion
My check with less endorsement left me dormant
Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with
f*ck you think is in more sh*t?
Porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice
Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman
Oh America, you bad b*tch, I picked cotton and made you rich
Now my di*k ain't free
[Outro: Darlene Tibbs]
I'ma get my Uncle Sam to f*ck you up
You ain't no king
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