For The Homies Lyrics - Pre-good Kid In A Mad City - Kendrick Lamar

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 

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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 

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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?!