Cross-Trainers Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

1 [Chorus]

2 I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

3 All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

4 The return of that 808 trunk hit

5 Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton, GO!

6 Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

7 Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet (go!)

8 Cross trainers on my motherfuckin' feet

9 Cash in my palm, I'mma pass the baton

10 You be on that fuck shit, I'm tryin' to make bucks quick

11 Don't talk to me if money ain't the subject

12 93's laced up, we about to run shit

13 Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit

14 Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits

15 Standin' on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch

16 Fallin' all over spillin' drinks, tryin' to tongue kiss

17 Money over hoes, so you know I ain't the one, Miss

18 Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: (Switch!)

19 Pass her off like a basketball

20 Stay with dimes, I'm like Nash to y'all

21 My living room look like a casting call

22 Don't be bringing hoes where (?) are

23 A sweet talkin' nigga, ask your mom

24 My nigga, that's your squad?

25 We treat line-ups like that's Lebron

26 Push backwards like the bush whackers

27 We ain't just kush rappers - we max it out like Foot Action

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29 Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch

30 Y'all niggas picture near puttin' swag in your spliffs

31 My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6

32 Like "nigga, do you know how much ass I'mma get?"

33 Wrote a plan out, let's dip, we can market and sing

34 Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent

35 Only way niggas swingin' is to target the fence

36 That's why everything we're singing hit the target like Prince, man

37 I'm talkin' vanity and "Can it be?"'s

38 Stickin' to the strategy, how simple can it be?

39 Niggas comin' home we gon' put them on the salary

40 Niggas think they cold 'til we push our shit to Calgary

41 Yea, you're who-blah and your shoe rot

42 You're too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska

43 You're new job from Calgary to the new spot

44 Threw that 2pac on, but couldn't ride like we used 'ta

45 Used up, you're new guy's shoe size

46 Drew ties, never move pies move lines

47 She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly

48 Don't bother the father, just let me do mine

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50 It's notorious, peep it

51 Y'all niggas is Victoria's Secret

52 Soft as Mom's lingerie

53 It's a man's world boy, put the pom-poms away

54 It's only right we got our palms on LA

55 Cause if Pac was alive, you'd get bombed on today

56 Bombs bombs away, like 'Bron 'Bron and Wade

57 We been had next, now it's our time to play, nigga

58 Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets

59 You're poppin' your gums and I'm poppin' your optics

60 Optimus Prime when I'm done

61 And the topic of music is me

62 And the logic is usually

63 You should stop in and grab a degree

64 In the science of how to emcee

65 And I'm watchin' the critic critique

66 When I'm climbing the valleys and peaks

67 And aligning myself

68 While I'm riding Orion's belt

69 In the street and defiling this beat

70 As a dead bitch that lay at my feet

71 This is King shit

72 [Chorus]