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Song «Nosestalgia» von Pusha T & Kendrick Lamar (feat.).
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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2013 10 08 (Album), 2014 02 03 (Digital)
Label: G.O.O.D. Music B 001870402, G.O.O.D. Music
Songwriter
Produktion: Nottz & Kanye West
Genre: Hip-Hop - Traprap
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Personen und Querverweise
Pusha T & Kendrick Lamar (feat.)
Nottz
Kanye West
Lyrics
[Intro] W-W-W-What is it? [Verse 1: Pusha T] Twenty-plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson I started out as a baby-faced monster No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience My teething ring was numbed by the nonsense Gem Star razor and a dinner plate Arm & Hammer and a Mason jar, that's my dinner date Then crack the window in the kitchen, let it ventilate 'Cause I let it sizzle on the stove like a Minute Steak Nigga, I was crack in the school zone Two beepers on me, Starter jacket that was two-toned Four lockers, four different bitches got their mule on Black Ferris Bueller, cutting school with his jewels on Couldn't do wrong with a chest full of chains and a arm full of watches What I sell for pain in the hood, I'm a doctor Zhivago, tried to fight the urge Like Ivan Drago, "If he dies, he dies" Like Doughboy to Tre, if he rides, he rides Throwing punches in his room, if he cries, he cries We don't drink away the pain when a nigga die We add a link to the chain, inscribe a nigga name in your flesh We playin' on a higher game of chess Once you delegate his bills, who gon' fuck his bitch the best? A million megapixels of the Pyrex Started on the scale, digital, my only Timex Nigga, this is timeless, simply 'cause it's honest Pure as the fumes that be fuckin' with my sinus Nigga, this is Simon Says, Simon, red Blood on your diamonds 'til you dying – dead, yuugh! [Samples] "You better change what comes out your speaker" "You better change, ch-ch-change" "Dee-dee-dee, dah-dee, dah-dee, dee-dee, dah-dee, day-ah" (What is it?) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] You wanna see a dead body? Instrumentals from my momma's Christmas party Trouble's on my mind I still smell crime, my little brother crying Smokers repeatedly buying my Sega Genesis Either that or my auntie was stealing it Hit the pipe and start feeling it Ooh, wee, cut me some slack, weed never did that This was different, geez, Louise, please help me relax Quantum physics could never show you the world I was in When I was ten, back when nine ounces had got you ten And nine times out of ten, niggas don't pay attention And when it's tension in the air, nines come with extensions My daddy turned a quarter-piece to a four and a half Took a L, started selling soap fiends bubble bath Broke his nails misusing his pinky to treat his nose Shirt buttoned open, taco meat laying on his gold I said, "Daddy, one day, I'ma get you right with thirty-six zips One thousand grams of cocaine, then your name will be rich Now you can rock it up or sell it soft as leather interior Drop some ice cubes in it, Deebo on perimeter" He said, "Son, how come you think you be my connect?" I said, "Pops, your ass is washed up, with all due respect" He said, "Well, nigga, then show me how it all makes sense" Go figure, motherfucker, every verse is a brick Your son dope, nigga! Now reap what you sowed, nigga! (Please reap what you sowed, nigga) I was born in '87, my granddaddy a legend Now the same shit that y'all was smoking is my profession Let's get it [Samples] "You better change what comes out your speaker" "You better change ch-change, ch-change, ch-change, cha-ange" "You better change what comes out your speaker" "Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?" "Th-Th-Th-Th-They must be on the dick of who?"