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The Art of Peer Pressure Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar

    The Art of Peer Pressure is a popular song by Kendrick Lamar from the 2012 album good kid, m.A.A.d city. Check words to Kendrick Lamar The Art of Peer Pressure Lyrics in English below.

    The Art of Peer Pressure Lyrics – Kendrick Lamar 

    [Part I]

    [Intro]
    Everybody, everybody, everybody
    Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down
    And listen to this true mothafuckin’ story
    Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch

    [Chorus]
    Smokin’ on the finest dope, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah
    Drank until I can’t no mo’, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah
    Really I’m a sober soul
    But I’m with the homies right now
    And we ain’t askin’ for no favors
    Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ayy-ayy-ayy-ah
    Really, I’m a peacemaker
    But I’m with the homies right now
    And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say)
    One day it’s gon’ burn you out (Woo)
    One day it’s gon’ burn you out, out, out
    One day it’s gon’ burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you)
    One day it’s gon’ burn you
    But I’m with the homies right now
    [Part II]

    [Verse 1]
    Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
    A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, an orange soda
    Janky stash box when the federales’ll roll up
    Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor
    We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble
    I hope the universe love you today
    ‘Cause the energy we bringin’ sure to carry away
    A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate
    If it’s necessary; bumpin’ Jeezy first album, lookin’ distracted
    Speakin’ language only we know, you think it’s an accent
    The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it
    Hotboxin’ like George Foreman grillin’ the masses
    Of the workin’ world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin’ girls
    And asked them what they workin’ with
    Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth
    Usually I’m drug-free, but, shit, I’m with the homies

    [Chorus 1]
    Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Rémy Red
    Come through and bust ya head, nigga!
    Me and the homies
    Sag all the way to the liquor store
    Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more
    Me and the homies
    I ride for my mothafuckin’ niggas
    Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in
    Me and the homies
    Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka
    And be like “doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!”
    [Verse 2]
    It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin’
    Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin’
    Hungry for anything unhealthy
    And if nutrition can help me
    I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eatin’
    We speedin’ on the 405, passin’ Westchester
    You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses
    Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from ’round there
    ‘Cause every time we down there
    We pullin’ out the Boost Mobile SIM cards
    Bougie bitches with no extensions
    Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination
    Before we sparked a conversation
    We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like
    Then started interrogatin’
    I never was a gangbanger, I mean
    I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it
    Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it
    That’s ironic, ’cause I’ve never been violent
    Until I’m with the homies

    [Chorus 2]
    (Just ridin’, just ridin’)
    Me and the homies
    (Bullshittin’, actin’ a fool)
    Me and the homies
    (Trippin’, really trippin’)
    Me and the homies
    (Just ridin’, just ridin’, just ridin’)
    [Verse 3]
    Braggin’ ’bout the episode we just had
    A shot of Hennessy didn’t make me feel that bad
    I’m usually a true firm believer of bad karma
    Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya
    We tryna conquer the city with disobedience
    Quick to turn it up, even if we ain’t got the CD in
    But Jeezy still playin’
    And our attitude is still “nigga, what is you sayin’?”
    Pull in front of the house
    That we been campin’ out for like two months
    The sun is goin’ down as we take whatever we want

    [Break]
    Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe!
    Ayy, nigga, I think there’s somebody in this room!
    Wait, what?!
    Nigga, there’s somebody in this room!

    [Verse 4]
    I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo
    DVD’s, plasma-screen TV’s in the trunk
    We made a right, then made a left, then made a right
    Then made a left, we was just circlin’ life
    My mama called: “Hello? What you doin’?” — “Kickin’ it.”
    I shoulda told her I’m probably ’bout to catch my first offense
    With the homies
    (Police sirens)
    But – they made a right, then made a left
    Then made a right, then another right
    One lucky night with the homies

    [Outro]
    K. Dot, you faded, hood?
    Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded
    I think he hit the wrong blunt though
    Ooh, which one?
    Well, which one he talkin’ about?
    I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it
    I pray he ain’t hit that
    Nah, that nigga straight, he ain’t hit that one
    Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans!
    Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo’ real doe
    Nigga, for what?
    What that nigga— what’s that Jeezy song say, nigga?
    “Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!”
    Yeah, yeah, that shit right there
    I’m tryna be the nigga in the street
    There he go. Man, you don’t even know how the shit go
    Look, here’s the plan, luv
    We gon’ use the kickback as an alibi, wait ’til the sun go down, roll out, complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park
    ‘Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight
    That’s what he’s not gon’ do
    Then we all gon’ meet back at the block at about 10:30
    That’s straight, but we should meet up around 12
    I’m tryna fuck on somethin’ too
    Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down!
    Nigga, you ain’t doin’ shit tonight!
    Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin’ car!
    We finna get active!

    [Produced by Tabu]

     

    Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Terrace Martin

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