Dom Kennedy - By Dom Kennedy Album Lyrics

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Daddy

She keep talkin' 'bout gettin' plastic surgery, I really hope she don't
And I wish I was the type that really enjoyed writin' the notes
Video wit' Quik and Suga Free, but that wasn't no boat
Them yachts out in Newport, tell me, 'Who on your boat?'
While niggas lie about it, my soul girls cry about it
I'm not a member of Black Hippy, but I recognize higher power
You could eat pickles that's sour and sit in L.A. for hours
And you still wouldn't know what it felt like back in '91
And at 3:25, that's when my pops known to drive
Somebody said I should look for a house out in Oceanside
I'm from OPM, baby, got to get that straight
So you know it turn me on, I see her fix my plate
Told her, 'Look at the album cover if you ever miss my face'
I hope I'm on that shit like Eric B. and Rakim, sucker
Her mom said, 'Cut that song, uh, yeah, that is bumpin''
'Bout time you found somebody out here
That's really sayin' somethin'

I think I'm addicted to dippin' down Normandie
This could've been distributed by Priority
Instead we keepin' all the royalties
I stopped wearin' chains cause niggas' shit lookin' foily
And I heard what Chris Brown said, but I dick her down loyally
I have to interrupt, lookin' at your spoiled butt
Only raised by women, so you got waist and rhythms
To get my attention through a dashboard
Why you think little teenage boys always crash more?
Lookin' at the new 11s, thinkin' 'bout gettin' cash
Or waitin' on hoes to start shakin' that ass more
I never been the guy in France, but I made movies in my block
L.A. New Era hat and Shawn Stussy
Aw, f*ck it, I can't tell y'all shit, except, 'Get to it'
Gangsters used to wear nice shirts and drive big Buicks
Now this nigga on the Internet tryin' to pitch music
Nobody want to hear that shit

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My First Reply (Till It's Over)

F*ck goin' on?

Ay, new day, same shit
When I'm down to a zip and my money don't flip
I'm hot, ay, but I tell you what I'm not

I ain't no quitter, motherf*cker
Laugh now, but I want you to remember, motherf*cker
I had a lot of diamonds dropped in that motherf*cker
Two lobster tails, that's for dinner, motherf*cker

What the f*ck is goin' on wit' this rap shit?
Look real funny, keep it real, do I chase the money?
Flows and shows turned into hoes and Os
A thousand dollars a day just on food and clothes

And I had a application for the TSA
Now they say, 'Yeah, Dom K., he L.A.'
You could check my background and see the highlights
Twenty stories up, baby, get your mind right
I'm gettin' head on site, you just a bitter motherf*cker
When the light hit, it look like Jigga, motherf*cker
I'm from the West Coast where they hit up motherf*ckers
Got me in the rap game gettin' rid of motherf*ckers
What the f*ck is goin' on with this rap shit?
Ay, what the f*ck is goin' on with this rap shit?
Look, do these niggas want beef, do these niggas want peace?
All Eyez On Me, they tryin' to get a motherf*cker
Gettin' head while I drive, don't hit a motherf*cker

Got three joints rolled, weed good
All the tickets sold, we good
Been rappin' ten years and you broke
Can't even buy a house in the hood, motherf*cker

And I got my son, momma, in the CLA
Now they say, 'Yeah, Dom K., he L.A.'
You could check the highlights and see how we do it
Nike tracksuit, make them hoes jog to us
I'm gettin' head on sight, you just a bitter motherf*cker
Walk across the street and get wit' a motherf*cker
I'm from the West Coast where they hit up motherf*ckers
Got me in the rap game gettin' rid of motherf*ckers
What the f*ck is goin' on with this rap shit?
Feel me? What the f*ck is goin' on with this rap shit?
Ay, do these niggas want beef, do these niggas want peace?
All Eyez On Me, they tryin' to get a motherf*cker
Gettin' head while I drive, don't hit a motherf*cker

'Til it's over, this OP 'til it's over
OPM 'til it's over, it's OPM 'til it's over

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On My Hometown / Nobody Else

[On My Hometown]

What's up? What's up? What's up?

Do it like this if you from my hometown
That nigga AED, yeah, he from my hometown
Never got lost, never got found
I was in here the whole time wit' my nigga Jay Pound

That nigga Boogie, yeah, he from my hometown
My big homie Lance, yeah, he from my hometown
He was the first one to say Leimert Park on the track
Like, 'Little homie, kick back, let me show you how to get down'

And you know how I like to do when I'm off the kush though
Might skip car next year and get a fresh boat
You know, they got spots on the water on the West Coast
Cut off the khakis, made shorts, did the dress code
He could take you around the world, put your name on the map
I could take you out to the beach, let you sit in my lap
If I take you out to eat, it might be a drive-through
Lookin' out my sideview, don't scrape the curb
I just got 'em repainted, damn, that's my worst
You want to roll around wit' me and blow lots of herb?

It's how we do it in my hometown
You talkin' crazy in them rap songs, you need to slow down
It's on my hometown, it's on my hometown
Yo, that nigga BH, yeah, he from my hometown
Shout-out my nigga Tre, man, he from my hometown

Yo, I told her she was pretty, then I got laid
Rep for the city, then I got paid
Went global, had three girls on me like Toto
IPhone, got a Gucci case on her Boost Mobile
F*ck your feelings, we tryin' to get these millions
Ain't shit sweet, my cavity need fillin'
Don't catch no feelings nor tract infections
Seen her fat ass in 'em shorts, damn, I had to press it
Lookin' like Jet magazine in this motherf*cker
Hope I don't get arrested for doin' 85, goin' straight up La Brea
Told her, 'F*ck wit' OPM', girl, them niggas is players
For real, we might blow the whole pound
Damn, where y'all at? World On Wheels closed down

Damn, damn, that nigga J Phresh, yeah, he from my hometown
Shout-out to DJ Quest, man, he from my hometown
Yo, you know the homie Mizzle, man, he from my hometown
The homegirl Gizzle, man, she from my hometown, yeah

[Nobody Else]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Told lil' mama, 'Go to work', you don't even know you blessed
Fell back at Sam's the other night, my vice could've been cigarettes
Met a cute girl the other night, you know, nice ass, nice breasts
Called up to your job twice, I was wit' a girl we met
Had to start takin' my advice
So I don't change nothin' but a cheque
Even though it's B, you're overrated
That's why I keep the Virgin Mary on my neck
Uh, cause I don't trust nothin' else
OPM, besides that I don't f*ck wit' nothin' else
I don't trust nothin' else
OPM, besides that I don't f*ck wit' nothin' else
I don't trust nothin' else
OPM had my back when I ain't had nobody else

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Represent (I Like That)

Where you at, J Poundz?

I had passed on this beat when I first heard it
Now its murdered like the Inc., Irv Gotti never rode a Ducati
And if you pull up on me, do it fast make it sloppy
Told her both my parents black, but you can still call me papi

Ooh, I like that, ooh, I like that
Yeah, I like that, ooh, I like that

Ooh, this was always plan A, let me know what you tryin' to be
I'm the one they tryin' to see, give these girls all kind of D
Dope Dom and a Dollar Menu, I'll continue
Sold a thousand walk-up tickets in Diego, switch the venue
Rest in peace Tony Gwynn, I just see the field different
Had to flood the whole bracelet, man, this shit just feel different
My brother Larry told me, 'Yes', he comin' out to rep that West
Made it back to the hotel to wash my face and catch my breath
Another night at Mama Shelter watchin' movies by myself
Or I could go downstairs, find a cutie and get some help
I be saggin' on stage, damn, I should have just wore my belt
Tryin' to put them ice cubes on your leg and make it melt

Ooh, I like that, ooh, I like that
Yeah, I like that, ooh, I like that

Do your thing, girl, go on, represent
Go on, represent, go on, go on represent
Told her, 'Do your thing girl', go on, represent
Go on, go on, represent, go on represent, ooh

Her Instagram blocked, it's feelin' like she not it
No matter what kind of car I'm in, I'm lookin' like the top pic
She told me, 'Let's go to the bridge, Dom, I want to watch this'
So I drove to pick her up the other day, she wasn't ready
Walkin' up to her room, only us, not a sound
Wrapped in a green towel, wipin' lotion all around
I used the whole bottle messin' with you, better know it
Lay down, I'll pour it, after that you better throw it

Ooh, I like that, ooh, I like that
Yeah, I like that, ooh, I like that
Ooh, I like that, ooh, I like that
Yeah, I like that, ooh, I like that

Go Ares, it's your birthday, all the Libras, it's your birthday
Go Taurus, it's your birthday, all them Cancers, It's your birthday
I said, 'Go Leos, it's your birthday'
All them Scorpios, it's your birthday
Go Pisces, it's your birthday, all them Virgos, it's your birthday
Go Aquarius, it's your birthday, all the Geminis, it's your birthday
Hey, Sagittarius, it's your birthday
All the Capricorn, it's your birthday, ooh

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What I Tell Kids

And all they know
Could tell his VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money

And who am I to interfere?
When that new Benz drive, foo', I'm tryin' to change years
See how you changed tears
Grandmama never thought we'd be as hot as we is
I'm rappin' for the kids, eatin' lima bean and ribs
Cleanin' off my rims, man, I used to dream big
And now I'm the focal point
Me and Krondon show in Poland at a local joint
Tryin' to get my lettuce fixed, my credit "F*ck y'all"
I'm just gettin' the rust off, she lickin' my nuts off
My R. Kelly T-shirt, I think that it rubbed off
We eatin' that Roscoe's, what's up wit' the hot sauce?
You lookin' like you got somethin' in that big-ass purse
Your daddy got you that
Would you run up in this bank though wit' a stockin' cap
Anybody move, guns up, then cock it back?
That's the decision some men got to make to feed they families
I'm not tellin' you this story to win a Grammy
I'm just sayin' you should consider that
Next time you're in L.A. wit' your jewelry on like it's Miami
Feel me? So did I make myself clear?
Cryin' to my mum to buy me a new pair
Now I need enough to last ninety-two years
I got ninety-nine problems, but cars ain't toppin' them
I'm just like my uncle, I just can't stop coppin' 'em
I could be president, but I ain't that popular

Uh, I don't know what's stoppin' you
Too bitches kissin', rubbin' each other
I'm just layin' back watchin' 'em
OPM, bitch, let it rain like the Doppler
No matter the weather we put shit together, yeah
Bring me closer though

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Fried Lobster

[Dom Kennedy:]
Uh, yeah, spring, fall, winter, summer
I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer
I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer
All my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

[Bonic:]
Ay, look, started in the Benz wagon, BBSs on it
Now a nigga on a jet jet laggin'
And if it's real, it ain't braggin'
We goi' eat, we ain't havin' what you havin'
Fried lobster for a bitch, this is real talk
All my dogs wit' the shits and they still bark
I just want to get money wit' my niggas
And f*ck these bad bitches, say, 'F*ck them other niggas'
Like, they ask me how I feel about these hatin' niggas
Told 'em they ain't probably seen me in years
Uh, how you feel about 'em?
How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?
Uh, they ask me how I feel about these bitch-niggas
Told 'em, 'I don't ever see 'em, it's weird'
Uh, how you feel about 'em?
How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?

[Dom Kennedy:]
Uh, I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer
I been gettin' fly all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer
Shuttin' down bars all my life, spring, fall, winter, summer
All my life, spring, fall, winter, summer

[Dom Kennedy:]
And you know I don't give a f*ck, just don't hold it against me
How fast can we get to Vegas if we do, like, 150?
We livin' like the '80s in 2015
In the mirage wit' a Roley on, type that
And my son like his father, he don't play that shit
West Side get the money, bitch, say that shit
You got one set of keys and one nigga to please
So you could be League, come on, play that shit
Uh, they ask me how I feel about the competition
I ain't seen 'em in years, uh, how you feel about 'em?
How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em
Uh, they ask me how I feel about my ex-bitches
When I see 'em, it's weird, uh, how you feel about 'em?
How you feel about 'em? How you feel about 'em?

[Dom Kennedy:]
Uh, I been gettin' fly all my life, I been gettin' fly all my life
I been goin' hard all my life, I been gettin' fly all my life

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Thank You, Biggie

[Hook:]
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite song was
'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real

Like, on a comedy about who run rap
Cause L.A. is on top now and who run that?
I've been all facts, I base my shit off that
But for sixty-five grand, y'all could switch my hat
To the Seahawks cause I'm always down for the money
And niggas always talkin' 'bout me when they strugglin'
I guess that's why my champagne always bubblin'
Two girls in the indoor pool out in London
At Dizzee Rascal flat, they sent my ass some cash
But all he do is rap, you want to hang out and relax?
Go shoppin' in Saks, hella bags in the back
And when I see her again, motherf*cker, she next
I don't talk to her everyday, but we text
And when I throw that Biggie on, she don't even trip
I asked her to roll a joint and she don't even flinch
Dom K. is a pimp, you don't even need the blimp
I know you could tell I'm nasty, though my lyrics is classy
I'm not really that flashy, but I do like shrimp
Wit' some lemon butter sauce and a cold white Zinf
Somebody to talk to and share a view like this
Cause I been rollin' fashions, at least them attraction
Got dressed up for me, I do appreciate that, woah

[Hook:]
Things change when you grow up
Now everybody want to show up
Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up'
When I was young, my favorite song was
'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder
But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real

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Lemonade

Can't make no real decision based on emotion
You especially can't make no money
And I'm here to get paid

Sit with my son in the shade, sippin' lemonade
If that's his favorite, I'll buy it
I mix mine with iced tea, I let him try it
If I told you I have fo' million in the bank, I'd be lyin'
If I told you I was broke, you wouldn't believe me, anyways
So it's a good thing I'm not, takin' pictures in the fox
I remember when we used to be in here eatin' Whoppers
Rollin' five homies deep, mall security would stop us
'What ya'll up to? Ay, ya'll ain't shoppin', ya'll ain't workin'
Ya'll just makin' people nervous with them backpacks
Size thirty-eighty jeans, and you got your hat back'
That's another trademark, we was on the fast track
In the midst of growin' up, memories from, like, threesome
Through all the ups and downs
I always felt we was gon' be somethin'
At eighteen months old, through a smile, I see teeth comin'
Now all he wanna drink is lemonade

[Hook:]
Good thing it don't take much to make that
It's a good thing it don't take much to make that
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

Just another Friday in the studio
Truck ain't ready yet, just got the text from Julio
Rydell Chevrolet in Northridge, yes, I did
'Aren't you Dom Kennedy?' 'Yeah, yes, I is'
And I might have never blew the charts out
But girls still rock my T-shirt with they hearts out
Ay, and you know what I mean, player
250 a pop, them A.P.C. jeans, player
Uh, I be shoppin', I ain't frontin'
I could buy you what you wanted with my backpack
Let me get my notepad, a pencil, or a pen
Leave me in the studio
I guarantee when you come in I'll be finished
Cause I probably got a ticket f*ckin' parkin'
Hate quiet neighborhoods, I'm used to hearin' dogs barkin'
Kids runnin', now formula is no longer the formula
Cause all he wanna drink is lemonade

[Hook:]
Good thing it don't take much to make that
It's a good thing it don't take much to make that
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze
Water, sugar, lemon, squeeze, water, sugar, lemon

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2 Bad

[Hook - Tish Hyman:]
You're too bad, baby, I just had to tell you
You're too bad and now I wanna get familiar
You're too bad, oh, gotta get to know ya
You're too bad, yeah, girl, you're too bad

[Dom Kennedy:]
Bet they never saw this comin'
Size 5'6" crop top and hip-huggers
Cinnamon Big Red MAC gloss, her lips covered
Couldn't tell you how I felt then, hope this does it
And when we out in public, got you blushin' and all that
Hook my homeboy up wit' ya cousin and all that
We can hop in my third whip and swerve shit, my turn
Aye, how many times you heard this? (You're too bad)
But you don't make me nervous
I take you somewhere phones ain't got service
Grab a twelve-pack, let me nail that
Aye, I can't even smell that
And I can tell that you treat your body well
Gon' give 'em hell, yeah
We pullin' up for real, Benz like Denzel, yep
Watchin' Mo' Better Blues from rooms with way better views
If we talkin' 'bout for you, then it ain't no better dude, feel me?

[Hook - Tish Hyman:]
You're too bad, baby, I just had to tell you
You're too bad and now I wanna get familiar
You're too bad, oh, gotta get to know ya
You're too bad, yeah, girl, you're too bad

[Dom Kennedy:]
Aye, and I never saw this comin'
Runnin' through twelve-pack magnums, them big rubbers
Now she wit' OPM, we can do big numbers
Her old boyfriend realizin' he did love her
I wake up every mornin' same time, like ten-somethin'
Do some push-ups, couple crunches to "Been Thuggin'"
Hit the studio, [lighter flick], and I spend somethin'
Buy a house first, then I'm a go get my wrist flooded
Cause money get niggas in the club, the list doesn't
I only wanna wear my own clothes like Ben Hundreds
And stay in big casinos, navy chinos
All weed, nigga, no premos, haha yeah
Still watchin' Mo' Better Blues
Stay in, order food, white robe, get her nude (Woo)
From rooms with way better views
If we talkin' 'bout for you, then it ain't no better dude, feel me?

[Hook - Tish Hyman:]
You're too bad, baby, I just had to tell you
You're too bad and now I wanna get familiar
You're too bad, oh, gotta get to know ya
You're too bad, yeah, girl, you're too bad

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Alhambra

Gon' pour this wine in your memory
Yeah, can I smoke this one for Phillip, please?
They say my nigga gone, but I think they lyin', I feel his energy

[Hook:]
When I'm gone, just remember me
When I'm gone, just remember me
When I'm gone, just remember me

When I'm gone, gon' fill your glass up wit' Hennessy
This might be the last time you see a G
Might go get me a bodyguard
I might smoke the whole ninety yards
And leave the rest at your gravesite
So I never get stage fright
Wit' all these people comin' out for me
Forgive my words and you look out for me
And on the way home, I, I drove by my old school
I rolled me a tight joint, then popped me a cold boo

Gon' pour this wine in your memory
Yeah, can I smoke this one for Phillip, please?
They say my nigga gone, but I think they lyin', I feel his energy

[Hook:]
When I'm gone, just remember me
When I'm gone, just remember me
When I'm gone, just remember me

When I'm gone, I might just retire and move to Alhambra
F*ck my old lady 'til I need to use Viagra
Big nice cars, they'll make you drive faster
In the long run, what does it really matter?
So let that Remy be your remedy
Find a girl half-Philippine, the other half straight nigga
She got ass, then I ain't trippin'
She could be a white girl
Her momma have doubts in me
Her daughter's always at my show
Forget my words and she look out for me
Ha, and on the way home, I, we stopped off at Santa Cruz
I made me some new friends, then popped me a cold boo

Gon' pour this wine in your memory
Yeah, can I smoke this one for Phillip, please?
They say my nigga gone, but I think they lyin', I feel his energy

I might just retire and move to Alhambra
F*ck my old lady, tell her I need to use Viagra
Big nice cars, they'll help you drive faster
But in the long run, what does it really matter? Uh

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Posted In The Club

It's still in rotation, it's still in rotation
I ain't even had a vacation, you know?
It looks like it's us against everybody else now
It don't matter though cause its OPM time now
And I got somethin' I've been wantin' to play for you
I got this, this new Dom Kennedy
And he gon' let y'all know whats been goin' on

'But your last shit dropped in October
And, damn, it's almost January'
Another year in the City of Angels
And I been here the whole time bossed up
Spendin' money on my own campaign, flossed, what?
If they don't know a diamond when they see it, so be it
Tryin' to obtain things people said we couldn't have
Places we couldn't go, now it's all in the past
I just want to keep bein' me and stay authentic
Love, I get a lot from us
So I'm stayin' up every night just to make me happy
Cause if I'm mad, then that make her upset
And that's how I know that she's the one, exactly

[Hook:]
And if I meet her today or I know her and it happens
Guess it's true, she's the one, exactly
And if I meet her tomorrow while I'm posted in the club
Wit' a bottle to the neck, come holler at me
Come holler at me, come holler at me, come holler at me

I'm for real this time, I'm 'bout to change numbers
I kept gettin' calls from some random shit this summer
It's lookin' like, 'Why you think about it?'
You ain't even have to wonder who is gon' be on top
She ridin' me all slow
Talkin' 'bout, 'Them boys been bitin' you on the low'
They like what you about and the city your represent
I said, 'I do too, so let me just do my shit'
If she nice, then she somewhere on my list
Man, I think she Ben Charles
Got a stand-up every night just to make me happy
Cause if I come home late and that make her upset
Then that means she ain't the one, exactly

[Hook:]
And if I meet her today or I know her and it happens
Guess it's true, she's the one, exactly
And if I meet her tomorrow while I'm posted in the club
Wit' a bottle to the neck, come holler at me
Come holler at me, come holler at me, come holler at me

Somethin', I could just hold your waist while we two-step
There's so many sad songs in the world today
Just a little motivation, a little motivation

[Hook x2:]
And if I meet her today or I know her and it happens
Guess it's true, she's the one, exactly
And if I meet her tomorrow while I'm posted in the club
Wit' a bottle to the neck, come holler at me
Come holler at me, come holler at me, come holler at me

Posted in the club