Kendrick Lamar For the Homies song lyrics

And this is for the homies

I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie

chain-wearing niggas with the white tee

Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we...

Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown

I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac brown, looking for E.T. to phone home

Tadow, the flavor I kick reminisce the good days

Thinking back when we used to run in the swap meet for the Rollie chains

Pro Club t-shirts, whiter than Anglo-Saxons

Make it a 1X-Tall, crispy with the cotton fashion

That's fashion if you come where I'm from

Compton California, one love to the murder capital under the sun

Young niggas running around the street with heat bigger than me

But I don't trip, I still dip like salsa to a chip

Rolling down Rosecrans to scoop up my man, A-Mack

He talking about some foolishness on how we can pick up on some hoes, believe that

And so I scooped him round 3: 30

Telling me it's all good, Tiger Woods, now we looking for the +birdy+ birdies

Stopped at the sto' to get some rubbers

Pulled up on the breezies, well what do you know? I think they love us

And this is for the homies

I'm talking bout the swap meets, Rollie

chain-wearing niggas with the white tee

Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we got it going on

And if you feel good (hey)

raise your hands high and throw up your hood (hey)

Represent the city like you know you should (hey)

I want to make sure that you understood we got it going on

(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on

(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on

(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on

(Is that right? Is that right?) We got it going on

As I continue my day, quite copacetic

Headed to my momma's house to see what them greens are talking bout, hungry as hell

Had the right grub, I bail, need some gas

ARCO station on Avalon, a relative hit me up as he rolled past

We used to stand in line for Jordans, excited we got 'em

Rocking platinum FUBU jeans with rubber bands tied to the bottom

Throwback jerseys, Chamberlain and James Worthy was two of my favorites

I might pull out the green Larry Bird on special occasions

But anyway I'm steady coasting, smoking on that Hiroshima

Ashtray got a million roaches, I'm focussed but feeling good

The homies hanging on {?} and Monte Carlos

Impalas and {?}, shoot something nigga, break that fifty

I'm grabbing the city like I'm supposed to

Making my presence/presents felt like Christmas day, what can I say?

Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of a G

If you can't relate then please have a seat

So, wherever you located, won't you let it be known

and put on for the soil of which you was grown

I put on like brand new Chuck Taylors while giving you cuts

like fresh tapers, I'm such a fool with it, go nuts

You bullshitting like Tuck, the bounce then untuck

The bounce then throw up, a rare jewel, you duck

Take 'em to school I must, this for the cool in us

This ain't for you, so what?!