Sounwave - Michael Jordan lyrics

[Produced by Sounwave] [Intro] I used to want to be like Michael Jordan Figure I would make the NBA and make me a fortune [Hook] Uh, every time I'm in my city, I be acting like my sh** don't stink Used to clean my Rolie chain with alcohol in the sink Riding around with n***as that I grew up with since McNair Bumping me against the world, hello world, Kendrick here And I'm too much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes I'm too much for these n***as, I'm three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Michael Jordan, bounce-bounce ho, bounce-bounce This sh** make a n***a wanna get some bread or bust a head Or f** my enemies b**h, acting bad and getting rich Pull up on these 26's, 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 want to f** me And I don't know why you f** n***as can't see I'm a Comp-town representer, a concrete back-flipper A.K.A that n***a Don't wuwwy! I don't know why your b**h want to f** me And I don't know why you f** n***as can't see This is Hiii-power since the Eddie Bauer, I've been popular I'm popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come You jocking the let her be a ho, why you stopping though? We stopping the traffic, what you know about them hockey pucks? Skating on ‘em, why you hating on ‘em? You should learn from ‘em Seen too many of y'all getting money, know my turn coming I don't know why your b**h want to f** me I don't know why…hey, wait a minute motherf**er [Hook] [Bridge] Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h Michael Jordan b**h, that means I'm too much for these n***as I'm three much for these hoes Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Man, the game chose me, what am I to do? The 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 out the Fred Segal, put my girl on it Ass so fat, probably sit the world on it Aye, p**y crazy, p**y crazy, you f** n***as, you pussies crazy Man, I know I can't tell you about the world homie But I know I can tell you about your girl homie Her p**y's crazy, her p**y crazy, I f** 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 hall 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 [Hook] [Bridge] Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h, Michael Jordan b**h Michael Jordan b**h, that means I'm too much for these n***as I'm three much for these hoes, Wayne told me that… [Verse 3: 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 want to f** me And I don't know why you s**er n***as can't see I'm from Hoover man, high as Superman, sh** you Lois Lane You p**y man with the p**y game, sh**, we off the chain We popping the fortune, not the fame, sh**, you backwards, man You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pa** them hoes You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong We f**ed her homes, f**ed and sent her 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 no f**s Leaning off the Actavis, pa**ing blunts round and round Told me Mary 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 Hurt her bouncing off 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 [Hook] + [Bridge]