I Do This lyrics

[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*tches think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this!

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Uh, I used to wanna be like Michael Jordan
Figured that I hit the NBA and make a fortune
Thank God for these rap recordings
I can ball like him on every verse and chorus
501s, Louis letterman jacket
Little brother only 5, momma put him on my taxes
You know that Compton ghetto sh*t
That every section 8 tenant is familiar with
Ooh wee, they say he something like the 70s
But I'm from '87, with a thousand dimes
You got 80 sevens
Gourmet sneakers, hair nappy
f*cking all my high school teachers
That was '05 bro
And I don't like 'em if the ass thin
And I don't wife 'em if a n*gga is her best friend
The f*ck I look like?
A million bucks, and that's why
[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*tches think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this!
b*tch, I do this!
b*tch, I do this!
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
She looking at the car like she wanna f*ck it
She looking at the wrist like she wanna f*ck it
Hating on her girlfriend just so I can f*ck it
She say she on birth control, no I don't trust it (Ho)
Uh, So give me fifty feet champ
Run until I got a bunion and my feet cramp
I'm in the hot spot, I know they seats damp
And I don't need your cosign, that's a cheap stamp
You-you n*ggas check this cash and I'm GT crashing
105 off-ramp, hey
And little n*gga got it going on, G5
Going, going, going, gone
Cloud 9 mind state
I drop a record then I raise the crime rate
Killing this sh*t, where's your funeral tie
A-B-C-D-E-F-G, f*ck skip to Y
[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
The homies say I'm the truest
The b*tches think I'm the cutest
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this!
b*tch, I do this!
b*tch, I do this!
The definition what cool is
Boy, I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this

[Verse 3: Jay Rock]
She looking at the car like she wanna f*ck it
She looking at the wrist like she wanna f*ck it
Hating on her girlfriend just so I can f*ck it
She say she on birth control, no I don't trust it
First off I'm a rider, b*tch
Put them 26's on a Silverado, b*tch
I keep my b*tch with a finer b*tch
Snap my fingers, she'll go find a b*tch
Tell them f*ck boys that I do this
Got the best product 'round town, Frank Lucas
Confuse 'em like a Rubix cube when I roll up
Ok, Subway bread like some cold cuts
And I drop cold cuts, b*tches go crazy
Wild like a Haitian, I should set up shop in Haiti
f*ck you, pay me. Paper over pus*y, n*gga
When I drop you ain't getting paper nor pus*y, n*gga
[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
b*tch, I do this
b*tch, I do this
The definition of cool is
Boy I thought you knew this
b*tch, I do this