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Nejlepší skladby od interpreta Kendrick Lamar
Podobné skladby
Kredity
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kendrick Lamar
Stimme und Gesang
Lefty Gunplay
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Paul Cartwright
Geige
Yvette Devereaux
Geige
Tylana Renga
Geige
Reiko Nakano
Geige
Marta Honer
Geige
Chad Jackson
Geige
Peter Jacobson
Cello
Miles Mosley
Bass
Serafin Aguilar
Horn
Ryan Porter
Horn
Sean Sonderegger
Horn
Rickey Washington
Horn
Amber Joy Wyman
Horn
Zem Audu
Tenorsaxofon
Evan Smith
Baritonsaxofon
Jack Antonoff
Programmierung
Kamasi Washington
Dirigent:in
Malik Taylor
Horn
Monk Higgins
Sampling-Künstler:in
Mustard
Programmierung
Sean Momberger
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kendrick Lamar
Komponist:in
Sean Momberger
Komponist:in
Jack Antonoff
Komponist:in
Kamasi Washington
Komponist:in
Larry Jayy
Komponist:in
Dijon McFarlane
Komponist:in
Jimmy Webb
Komponist:in
John Barry
Komponist:in
Jay Hawkins
Komponist:in
Christopher Wallace
Komponist:in
Chris Martin
Komponist:in
Mark Anthony Spears
Komponist:in
Tony Austin
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
Mark Spears
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mustard
Produzent:in
Sean Momberger
Produzent:in
Mark Spears
Produzent:in
Jack Antonoff
Produzent:in
Kamasi Washington
Produzent:in
Tony Austin
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Zem Audu
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Evan Smith
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ray Charles Brown Jr.
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Johnathan Turner
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Laura Sisk
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Oli Jacobs
Mischtechniker:in
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Kendrick Lamar
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Matt Cerritos
Mischtechniker:in, 3D-Audio
Texty
All I ever wanted was a Black Grand National
Fuck bein' rational, give 'em what they ask for
There's not enough (ay)
Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough
Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough
Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough (huh)
I get on they ass, yeah, somebody gotta do it
I make 'em niggas mad, yeah, somebody gotta do it
I take a G pass, yeah, watch a nigga do it (huh)
We survived outside, all from the music, nigga, what?
They like, "What he on?"
It's the alpha and omega, bitch, welcome home
This is not a song
This a revelation, how to get a nigga gone
You need you a man, baby, I don't wanna slam, baby
Pay your bill, and make you feel protected like I can, baby
Teach you somethin' if you need correction, that's the plan, baby
Don't put your life in these weird niggas' hands, baby (wop)
There's not enough (ay)
Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough
Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough
Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough (huh)
I get on they ass, yeah, somebody gotta do it
I make 'em niggas mad, yeah, somebody gotta do it
I take a G pass, yeah, watch a nigga do it (huh)
We survived outside, all from the music, nigga, what?
Hey, turn this TV off
Ain't with my type activities? Then don't you get involved
Hey, what? How many shit I seen? Seen 'em all
Take a risk or take a trip, you know I'm trippin' for my dog
Who you with? Couple sergeants and lieutenants for the get-back
This revolution been televised, I fell through with the knick-knacks
Hey, young nigga, get your chili up, yeah, I meant that
Hey, black out if they act out, yeah, I did that
Hey, what's up, dog?
I hate a bitch that's hatin' on a bitch and they both hoes
I hate a nigga hatin' on 'em niggas and they both broke
If you ain't comin' for no chili, what you come for?
Nigga feel like he entitled 'cause he knew me since a kid
Bitch, I cut my granny off, if she won't see it how I see it
Hm, got a big mouth, but he lack big ideas
Send him to the moon, that's just how I feel, yellin'
There's not enough (ay)
Few solid niggas left, but it's not enough
Few bitches that'll really step, but it's not enough
Say you bigger than myself, but it's not enough
Huh, huh, huh
Hey, hey (Mustard on the beat, ho)
Mustard
Niggas actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it
Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Ain't no other king in this rap thing, they siblings
Nothin' but my children, one shot, they disappearin'
I'm in a city where the flag be gettin' thrown like it was
Pass interference, padlock around the buildin'
CRASH, pullin' up in unmarked truck just to play freeze tag
With a bone to pick, like it was sea bass
So when I made it out, I made about 50K from a show
Tryna show niggas the ropes before they hung from a rope
I'm prophetic, they only talk about it, how I get it
Only good for savin' face, seen the cosmetics
How many heads I gotta take to level my aesthetics?
Hurry up and get your muscle up, we out to plyometric
Nigga ran up out of luck soon as I up the highest metric
The city just made it sweet, you could die, I bet it
They mouth get full of deceit, let these cowards tell it
Walk in New Orleans with the etiquette of LA, yellin'
Mustard (oh, man)
Niggas actin' bad, but somebody gotta do it
Got my foot up on the gas, but somebody gotta do it
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Huh, turn this TV off, turn this TV off
Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Shit gets crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Crazy, scary, spooky, hilarious
Writer(s): Jimmy Webb, Jay Hawkins, Sean Aaron Momberger, Jack Michael Antonoff, Monk Higgins, Chris Martin, Christopher Wallace, John Barry, Kamasi Tii Washington, Kendrick Duckworth, Mark Spears, Dijon Mcfarlane
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