No, it has nothing content-wise to do with Kendricks version, so don't bring that sh*t up.
It's just a straight up having fun with hip-hop and wordplay. The essence of RAP.
There's almost NO wasted words. (Read the lyrics below, you will understand what I mean). Almost every line is a double-entendre, some triple..or it's alluding the previous or next line. I've listened to this a ton of times, but still catch something new every time.
I don't care if you're a Wayne fan or not, you can't deny the clever wordplay.
It's just a straight up having fun with hip-hop and wordplay. The essence of RAP.
There's almost NO wasted words. (Read the lyrics below, you will understand what I mean). Almost every line is a double-entendre, some triple..or it's alluding the previous or next line. I've listened to this a ton of times, but still catch something new every time.
I don't care if you're a Wayne fan or not, you can't deny the clever wordplay.
[Hook]
And if I fukk her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fukk-nikkas?
Man, shyt ain't ever smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nikkas, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
bytch, come kill my time, but bytch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my nikkas we got bad bytches up in the pool
Bad bytches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shyt night school
And life is a bytch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like light blue
Nice move, now king me nikka
Badass bytch, you seen me with her, we on that
GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nikka
The difference between me and these nikkas, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook 2]
And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who indictin' all the tough nikkas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nikka's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nikka to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard nikkas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho-nikka, like anchovies
My young bytch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bytch I ain't posing
That p*ssy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them nikkas keep talkin' shyt
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pins and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nikka I'm one-
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space
Guns all in my bytch crib
Since all you nikka's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
[Hook 3]
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fukk with her
Man, I wish a motherfukker would
I feel like a hockey puck nikka
Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young, give these nikkas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, another bytch when I roll over
We fukk until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
[Outro]
D5
What up 5? (Kendrick)
What up 5?
And if I fukk her, she gon' get attached
Who invited all these fukk-nikkas?
Man, shyt ain't ever smell this good
Why them snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nikkas, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 1]
bytch, come kill my time, but bytch don't steal my shine
I'm cooking up two quarters, bout' to get rich or die tryin'
I got some killer's on my side, some kill up in my swisher
All this hatin' drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition
Oh my god it feel like Coogi weather
I lost my mind, but I got it back like groovy Stella
Tell them hoes I got that Victoria Secret weapon
I hope you live a double life cause you gon' need an extra
Me and my nikkas we got bad bytches up in the pool
Bad bytches up in the pool
She gon' learn tonight, call that shyt night school
And life is a bytch on her cycle, delightful
Got ho's on that powder, like light blue
Nice move, now king me nikka
Badass bytch, you seen me with her, we on that
GT Vodka, straight out the bottle, genie nikka
The difference between me and these nikkas, is
I go hard and they go wrong
She say, "Hit it from the back," I'm tryin' to leave that crack alone baby
[Hook 2]
And if she love me, I'mma love her back
Who indictin' all the tough nikkas?
We smoke that skunk that's always smellin' good
But why these snakes tryin' to tongue kiss us?
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cool to die young, way too young to die sober
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, wake me up when it's all over
I'm so tired of these nikka's, wake me up when it's all over
[Verse 2]
Street sweepers and millimeters, AK's and skateboards
Let 'em know we got beef for anyone who got a taste for it
Real nikka to the bone, bristle
Cocaine, like co cripple
Heard nikkas been waitin' on me, well I might as well go and tip 'em
I'm smokin' on that Hulk Hogan
I call shots, you call forward
I pimp my ride, my car's ho-in'
And all my bars be barcoded
These YMCMB stars glowin'
Hate a ho-nikka, like anchovies
My young bytch keep on snappin' on me, I told that bytch I ain't posing
That p*ssy feel like a pot of gold
The money old and the night is young
All them nikkas keep talkin' shyt
I make you eat your words and bite your tongue
And when the guns ring I'm the ring leader
Got those ho's on pins and needles
I'm so high I left Earth
And ran into Venus and Serena
Get head like a mind reader
You washed up, I'm the dry cleaner
Don't worry about me, nikka I'm one-
Hundred like a high fever
Got pounds takin' up closet space
Guns all in my bytch crib
Since all you nikka's fly now, bugs all on my windshield
[Hook 3]
And if she tense, then I'mma rub her back
She alright, I think I fukk with her
Man, I wish a motherfukker would
I feel like a hockey puck nikka
Way too cold to die young, way too young to die sober
Way too cold to die young, give these nikkas the cold shoulder
Sleepin' with a bad bytch, another bytch when I roll over
We fukk until we fall asleep, wake up and do it all over
[Outro]
D5
What up 5? (Kendrick)
What up 5?
