Westside, Right on Time lyrics

[Intro: The Sylvers & Kendrick Lamar]
Pillars of joy can be found
Through the thought of you
I'll be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love
Canei Finch on the beat
Turn the headphones up, Ali
Here we go

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I woke up this morning with my di*k on hard
Didn't know why 'til I said f*ck all y'all
Or f*ck this world, or I'mma f*ck that girl
Good kid, m.A.A.d city, watch my day unfurl
I put my life in these sentences
f*cking right, it's either that or life sentences
I'm relatives with Benjamin
I used to give a f*ck about my luck when I was innocent
Now what the f*ck is up? I'm at your neck like a Pendleton
n*gga, I need that, b*tch, I need that
Twenty-four acres and a mule, best believe that
They say he got smoke, like where the weed at?
And everything you hope, b*tch n*gga, we that
Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was '95
Buy a strap and then we c*ck it back when it's uncirc*mcised
Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the spine
Give you dap and then we slide through your hood three dozen times
So what's good? I'm looking for a pedicure
Pink pus*y that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink
Bomb-ass head 'til she can't blink
And her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me
[Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so damn turnt
Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don't f*ck with you though
When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

[Verse 2: Jeezy]
I woke up this morning like f*ck the world
Been hustling since I was twelve, man, I've been through hell
Now these motherf*ckers is trying to tell me I don't care
Trying to tell y'all motherf*ckers, look, y'all wasn't there
Turnt, posted up on the block, waiting for mail
From my n*ggas posted up in the county, praying for bail
Could've cost your boy everything, man, it wasn't cheap
Coming for a n*gga, just don't sleep, sh*t for the weak
Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count the check, mane
'Cause every time I speak, you hear my Malcolm X pain
Now them doors go up on that Lamb, they like judo
Young, you like your b*tches with ass? I like you, hoe!
First, them b*tches see me, I'm gone, I'm like Pluto
Plus, I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno
Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM
When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him, straight up
[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so turnt
Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don't f*ck with you though
When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
All praise go to the most high
All fades turn into a drive-by
Part ways from the streets, after f*cking with police guaranteed
Last n*gga did that died, don't you, don't you, don't you
Wanna live where the AK go for only 8K
Minus six racks, minus one on top of that?
Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a date rape
Daytonas bending every corner while they say

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so turnt
Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don't f*ck with you though
When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds
And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled, I stick my tongue in
Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo
Some British Knights or LA Gears with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket
I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy paint
That's wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes
A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette
Twenty years later: hi hater, I'm the f*cking best

[Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar]
I'm so turnt
Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me
And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos
Eastside, right on time, they don't f*ck with you though
When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke
Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but
Westside, right on time, only thing fosho
Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door