Solo Dolo
Kendrick Lamar Lyrics


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I don't need, I don't need nobody
Please shut the front door and walk right in
In the land of the man who rock it hard for them
Super Solo Dolo attack, run into that
If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid
Who could it be? K-I-D
Searching all day in the streets for DMT
Don't sip it, though it couldn't answer
Drip, drip all day bumpin' MGMT, homie
Watch who you hate on, fam', without the facts
Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat
To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that
You never seen a nigga like me?
I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth
Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about
But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill
But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip
Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'
I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips
Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber
Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker
Better get on back
You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack
And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts
The world know what it be
Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo see me and repeat it

Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments
It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

I really want it I need it
Break bread or break fast
Before I blast and break legs, ride past
And they scream out "little Johnny is dead!"
You wish me well, I wish you hell
Eternity, no such thing as time will tell
Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion
Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin'
What's the definition of water?
Sherm sticks, simply got 'em everywhere you caught us
Turn quick, I don't wanna play this for my daughter
And if my son heard it, probably look at you as his father
I'm proud of myself in a bad way
Halfway house, tell that to me halfway
I'm passin' out, ass whoopin'
Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you
They couldn't

Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments




It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

Overall Meaning

In "Solo Dolo," Kendrick Lamar paints a picture of a man on his own, confidently striding forward. He declares that he doesn't need anyone, and asks for the door to be closed behind him as he enters the land of the strong. He's on acid, seeking out DMT, bumping MGMT all day long. He is running solo dolo and is ready to attack. He sarcastically asks if anyone has seen a "nigga like me." He is unique in every way possible, and that makes him feel special. He reflects on all the hate and jibber jabber thrown his way, and smugly scoffs at his detractors.


He then transitions into a slightly more dark, ominous mood. He contemplates blast and legs being broken while wishing hell on others who don't wish him well. He references bad credit and paramedics hustling, implying he has some kind of involvement with drugs. He's ashamed of himself in a way, mentioning being in a halfway house. He then asks who wants some, being alone with two women and dirty drums, accentuating his lonely, wild existence.


Overall, the song seems to be about the feeling of being alone but taking pride in oneself and not needing anyone's pity or help. It's a song about self-assurance and independence, with undertones of darkness and despair.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't need, I don't need nobody
I don't need anyone


Please shut the front door and walk right in
Come in and close the door behind you


In the land of the man who rock it hard for them
In a place where a man works hard for others


Super Solo Dolo attack, run into that
Going all out on my own, bring it on


If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid
Just so you know, yes, I am high on acid


Who could it be? K-I-D
Who else could it be but K-I-D


Searching all day in the streets for DMT
Looking all day for a powerful psychedelic drug


Don't sip it, though it couldn't answer
Don't drink it, it won't give you any answers


Drip, drip all day bumpin' MGMT, homie
Listening to MGMT all day, getting high


Watch who you hate on, fam', without the facts
Be careful who you criticize without knowing the truth


Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat
Depressed guys in the neighborhood listening to Ratatat


To me, it was a dream, a fiend to understand that
It was a dream for me to understand it like an addict


You never seen a nigga like me?
Have you ever seen someone like me?


I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth
I am a walking contradiction when I speak


Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about
People judge me without knowing me


But for sure these Cleveland boys are ill
These boys from Cleveland are definitely sick and talented


But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip
Soon enough, rough girls will be going wild for real, it's unbelievable


Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'
Women around the world know I have a fetish


I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips
I do nothing and these women are lusting after me


Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber
I and Chip think about all the hate and nonsense people say


Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker
You nearly had me, but I am not gullible


Better get on back
Better retreat


You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack
You cowards will get a slap like Will Smith's in a movie


And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts
I am not pretending, get the facts straight


The world know what it be
The world knows what it is


Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo see me and repeat it
Mr. Rager, loner, see me and say it again


Come, come now, last call, who want some?
Last chance, who wants to face me?


It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
It's only me, two women, and some dirty drums


Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
I have two lips to kiss and 22 other women


God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
God has blessed me with the gift of speech for life


Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Uncomfortable like being in a car ride, twiddling my thumbs


Pondering my next accomplishments
Thinking about what I will achieve next


It's condescending to say I won
It's belittling to assume that I have already succeeded


Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?
You will bow down to me tonight, won't you?


I really want it I need it
I truly desire and require it


Break bread or break fast
Either share your food or get ready to fight


Before I blast and break legs, ride past
Before I shoot and injure, I will drive by


And they scream out "little Johnny is dead!"
People will cry out that someone named Johnny has died


You wish me well, I wish you hell
You want me to succeed, but I want you to suffer


Eternity, no such thing as time will tell
Timelessness, time doesn't have the answer


Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion
Hospitals are like fiery explosions, attracting people


Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin'
I have poor credit, but paramedics work for me anyway


What's the definition of water?
What is water, really?


Sherm sticks, simply got 'em everywhere you caught us
We have PCP cigarettes everywhere you find us


Turn quick, I don't wanna play this for my daughter
Switch quickly, I don't want my daughter to hear this


And if my son heard it, probably look at you as his father
And if my son heard it, he might mistake you for his dad


I'm proud of myself in a bad way
I am ashamed of myself, but it's still an achievement


Halfway house, tell that to me halfway
I am in a rehabilitation center, but not fully committed


I'm passin' out, ass whoopin'
I am falling asleep while beating someone up


Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you
You are searching for Michelle Obama until I attack you


They couldn't
They were unable to




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: BILL CONTI, KENDRICK LAMAR, SCOTT MESCUDI

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Lokki J

The line about the “will smith smack” hit a little different 😂

DrivenAgony

Hahahaha I came to this song just for that

Phantom Face

Dam you beat me to it.

MAXWELL

😂😂 came back for this

XBG98

We are men of culture

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@XBG98 we really are

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Nobody

This is still the best Solo Dolo version out of the 3 songs, perfect song for Halloween

Yours Truly Rolando

Two living legends 🙌🏼

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