Westside, Right On Time Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

Pillars of joy can be far out 

Through the thought of you 

I'll be troubled and bustled and scorned for your love 

Canei Fitch on the beat 

Turn the headphones up, Ali 

Here we go 

I woke up this morning with my dick on hard 

Didn't know why 'til I said fuck all y'all 

Or fuck this world, or I'mma fuck that girl 

Good Kid, m.A.A.d city, watch my day unfurl 

I put my life in these sentences 

Fucking right, it's either that or life sentences 

I'm relatives with Benjamin 

I used to give a fuck about my luck when I was innocent 

Now what the fuck is up, I'm at your neck like a pendleton 

Nigga, I need that, bitch, I need that 

Twenty-four acres and a mule, best believe that 

They say he got smoked, like where the weed at 

And everything you hope, bitch nigga, we that 

Pockets on Kelly Price back when it was '95 

Buy a strap and then we cock it back when it's uncircumcised 

Write a rap on how we just react when shotty hit the spine 

Give you dap and then we slide through your hood three dozen times 

So what's good, I'm looking for a pedicure 

Pink pussy that pop, preferably the kind that don't stink 

Bomb ass head 'til she can't blink 

And her eyes get watery, you gotta pardon me 

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I'm so damn turnt 

Wheeling in a two-door with two hoes that follow me 

And you know, Westside, right on time, tell 'em hoes kudos 

Eastside, right on time, they don't fuck with you though 

When my hood getting to the money, the pedal never broke 

Came a long way from the ghetto, dog, but 

Westside, right on time, only thing fosho 

Eastside, right on time, gunning through your door 

I woke up this morning like fuck the world 

Been hustling since I was twelve, man, I've been through hell 

Now these motherfuckers is trying to tell me I don't care 

Trying to tell y'all motherfuckers, look, y'all wasn't there 

Turnt, posted up on the block, waiting for mail 

For my niggas posted up in the county, praying for bail 

Could've cost your boy everything, man, it wasn't cheap 

Coming for a nigga, just don't sleep, shit for the weak 

Got on my Malcolm X frames, now I count the check, mane 

Cause every time I speak, you hear my Malcolm X pain 

Now them doors go up on that Lamb, they like judo 

Young, you like your bitches with ass, I like you, ho 

First, them bitches see me, I'm gone, I'm like Pluto 

Plus, I keep them choppers that sing, they Mars Bruno 

Brown bag full of cash, baby, MCM 

When they ask me my name, I tell 'em MC him, straight up 

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All praise go to the most high 

All fades turn into a drive-by 

Part ways from the streets, after fucking with police guaranteed 

Last nigga did that died, don't you, don't you, don't you 

Wanna live where the AK go for only 8K 

Minus six racks, minus one on top of that 

Melee, stomp him out then drug him out like a date rape 

Daytonas bending every corner while they say 

All I ever wanted was a dollar bill and hundreds 

And my teacher as my woman, when she smiled, I stick my tongue in 

Plus some cartoons and some cereal, Snoop Doggy on my stereo 

Some British Knights or LA Gears with glowing lights or Perry Ellis jacket 

I would love a swapmeet full of Chevrolets in candy paint 

That's wet with Tammy on the bumper, can I hump her? Poppa tell me yes 

A DPGC concert and a DJ Quik song on cassette 

Twenty years later, hi hater, I'm the fucking best 

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Featuring: Jeezy