Building... Lyrics - Singles - On

Greeting boys and girls 

My name is Petey P 

Kendrick's childhood imaginary friend (that's right) 

I am your neighbor 

And I'd like to welcome you to good kid, m.A.A.d city 

So grab your cartoons and cereal 

Your pop guns and fireworks 

And sing along) 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane 

(Kendrick, you remember that one time when we was) 

I've been waiting on this day since Dr. Dre and Pac 

Was on Rosecrans in that burgerstand at '95 

People staring at 'em in amazement 

Reservations at the Days Inn 

We was living out a hotel at the time 

Breakfast, lunch and dinner chicken from Kentucky Fried 

Mama babysitting Section 8 vouchers the move 

When nothing else to lose but a burger flipping job 

Close my eyes inside the swap meet and imagine it's a mansion 

Gold ballroom, AK-47 dancing 

Howling at the moon, what's a pack of hungry babies? 

Hope you feed us soon, bite your back, you die of rabies 

Everyday we pray to eat at the table at Sizzlers 

But never make the visit, if better days was on its way 

Then they make the decision, to make the wrong turn 

So for now we heat this skillet so this canned food can burn 

(Oh I remember that, it was the ravioli with the hot sauce in it, right?) 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane 

And all the ghetto children in the world say, "that's my car" 

All the ghetto boys say, "that's my car" 

All the ghetto girls say, "that's my car" 

When we grow up, when we grow up 

Ghetto children in the world say, "that's my car" 

All the ghetto boys say, "that's my car" 

All the ghetto girls say, "that's my car" 

When we grow up, when we grow up 

(Nigga you remember the smoke and the burning buildings and shit?) 

Couple stolen T.V.'s and a seat belt for my safety 

Played the passenger I think it's five years after eighty 

Seven, do the math, '92 don't you be lazy 

Looking out the window, notice all the essentials 

Of a block party that stop for a second, then it rekindle 

Like a flame from a trick candle, everybody got dental 

Insurance 'cause we 'bout to floss, you get that couch I sent you? 

I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials 

Of a scholar but shit not today, them Dayton Spokes was his to take 

Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks 

They did invasions while helicopters recorded it 

Hello Mi-Mister Miyagi, I want them Kenwood woofers 

Say that you got me if not, I'll dig in your drawer for it 

The swap meet was the bulls' eye like Tauruses 

Murder was the melody you should know what the chorus is 

"Papa you really telling me we can just get some more of it 

If we run out?" He said, "lil nigga today the poor is rich 

Don't tell your mom that you seen a Molotov bomb 

If she ask just know you have to lie and son don't forget 

Bitches ain't shit, hoes ain't neither 

Niggas gon snitch, watch the company you keeping 

And one day you'll put money in the ghetto when you got it 

Rather than having to hustle off these Rodney King riots" 

(That's right the mothafuckin' Rodney King 

You was with your daddy on Bullis Road) 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane 

When we grow up we gon go and get us a million 

Spend it all in front of the county building 

Blow it like Coltrane, blow it like Coltrane