Kendrick Lamar - Michael Jordan lyrics

[female] I used to want to be like Michael Jordan Figured I would hit the NBA and make me a fortune [Chorus 1: Kendrick Lamar] Uh, every time I'm in my city I be hacking like my sh** don't stink Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding round with n***as that I grew up with since McNair Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick here And I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan Bounce-bounce hoe, bounce-bounce [Kendrick Lamar] This sh** make a n***a wanna get some bread or bust a head or f** my enemy's b**h, acting bad and getting rich Pull up on them twenty-sixes, I'm a vanity slave I'm a sinner, Jesus Christ, please forgive me for my ways I don't know why your b**h wanna f** me and I don't know why you f** n***as can't see I'm a Comp-town representer, concrete backflipper A.K.A. that n***a, don't worry I don't know why your b**h wanna f** me and I don't know why you f** n***as can't see This is HiiiPoWeR, since the Eddie Bower I've been popular I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come You jocking her, let her be a hoe, why you stopping though? We stopping the traffic, what you know bout them hockey pucks? Skating on 'em, why you hating on 'em? You should learn from 'em See too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming I don't know why your b**h wanna f** me and I don't know why... "Hey, wait a minute motherf**er" [Chorus 2: Kendrick Lamar] Every time I'm in my city I be feeling like my sh** don't stink Used to clean my Rollie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding round with n***as that I grew up with since McNair Bumping "Me Against the World", hello world, Kendrick here And I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h That means I'm too/two much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes Wayne told me that, and that's just how it goes [Kendrick Lamar] Man, the game chose me, what am I to do? Only thing I did wrong was make it possible I diddy bop and make them titties pop Out there on my bumper like a city cop Walking down to Fred Segal, put my girl on it Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it Ay, p**y crazy, p**y crazy You f** n***as, you pussies crazy Man, I know I can't tell you bout the world homie But I know I can tell you bout your girl homie Her p**y's crazy, her p**y crazy I f**ed n***a, I know you hate me I know they pay me, too much of attention Bring my name up, it gotta be mentioned I need me an engine that go real fast Call it "Haul of Fame", once it haul a** Give me tall gla**, Coconut Ciroc Please no soda pop, I make my solo pop Life's a b**h, her p**y crazy But I make that p**y pay me [Chorus 2] [Schoolboy Q] I remember tripping, walking through the set like my Glock don't think Grandma in the kitchen, neck bones in the sink I don't know why your b**h wanna f** me and I don't why you s**er n***as can't see I'm from Hoover mayne, high as Supermayne, sh** you Lois Lane You p**y mayne with the p**y game, sh** we off the chain We popping ay, fortune, not the fame, sh** you backwards mayne You chasing hoes, we replacing those, bag and pa** them hoes Your broad that chose, yes she moving on, yep we do it wrong We f** the homes, f** the center home, marijuana strong You know I'm gone, turn my swagger on, am I swagged enough? My paper long, yep you left alone, you gets none f**s Leaning off the Actavis, pa**ing blunts round and round Told Mary/merry was a (go), so we pa**ed her (round) and (round) Your b**h texted me, wants it now, so I had to knock her down Work her bouncing on my balls, slinging dick up from the mouth You let it slide, I hit home-runs, clean her dugout till I'm done I can be her number two and you can be her number one Her p**y's crazy, her p**y's crazy You f** n***as [Chorus 2]