P & P
Kendrick Lamar Feat. Ab-Soul Lyrics
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Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
Long hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and them long Caddys
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
The lyrics of Kendrick Lamar's song P&P ft. Ab Soul are about the rapper's pride in his hood-life and his disdain for anyone who tries to stop his success. The chorus goes, “R.I.P. we just killed the club, took Patron to the head, almost killed a thug,” is an indication of how Kendrick is living life to the fullest with his crew. He goes ahead to address the judge who is trying to lock up his friends, and he doesn't seem to show any remorse for his actions: "R.I.P, I wanna kill the judge, Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug." He also seems to have a girl he is still in love with, yet she's not taking him seriously, "Fuckin' with my ex 'cause I'm still in love, Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy." Lastly, he talks about how he and his friends are living life to the fullest: "Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit, Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit, Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit."
Overall, Kendrick's lyrics in P&P are an affirmation of his gangster lifestyle and a disregard for anyone or anything standing in his way of living his best life.
Facts About Kendrick Lamar's song P&P:
* The song features the rapper Ab-Soul, who is a fellow member of the Black Hippy collective.
* P&P stands for "Pussy and Patron."
* It was produced by Sounwave.
* P&P was featured on Kendrick's 2010 mixtape "Overly Dedicated."
* The song reached #66 on the US Billboard 200 chart.
* Kendrick has said that "P&P" is one of his favorite songs and includes it in most of his live performances.
* The music video for "P&P" was directed by Fredo Tovar and Scott Fleishman.
* This song was mentioned in SZA's song "Doves in the Wind."
* In 2017, Kendrick and Rihanna performed a remix of "Loyalty" that included a sample from "P&P."
* The song has been remixed by several artists, including Tyga, Skeme, and Problem.
Chords: The chords for Kendrick Lamar's song P&P are not available as it is a rap song.
Line by Line Meaning
R.I.P it's the remix killer
I'm here to kill it with this remix
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
If Michael Jackson was still alive, I'd be remixing his hit songs
Trap star, bitch, spell it with a big T
I'm a trap star and I spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I never be a hot MC
I don't care if I'm not considered a top rapper
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
I'm a hood guy and everyone knows me
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no Cris
I buy P and not champagne for everyone at the club
That average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
My wristwatch is better than the average ones out there
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
My girl is better than the average girls out there
To the window, to the motherfuckin' wall
I'm partying hard and letting loose
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
I have enough money to buy anything I want
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
I have guns in the trunk and my vehicle is bulletproof
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my summer
I'm taking over this summer, competition be damned
R.I.P I wanna kill the judge
I want to get back at the judge who's trying to lock up my homie
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
They're trying to put my friend behind bars, but they don't understand our lifestyle
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a fuck
I'm craving something, but I don't really care about satisfying it
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in love
I'm still in love with my ex and messing with her because of it
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack money
I can show you how to make love and how to earn and save money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act funny
I haven't changed, you're just acting differently towards me
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
I know you want to be intimate with me like a drug addict seeking crack
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy
Stop fooling around and let me have sex with you
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit
Don't cause any trouble and there won't be any problems
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
I can't steal your girl if I don't see her around
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
We've seen snow like National Geographic, don't act like you're from the streets
Cancel her and get another like I'm Nino bitch
I'll cancel my current girl and move on to another, like Nino from 'New Jack City'
R.I.P. we just killed the club
We just had a great time at the club, killed it
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
Drank Patron to the point of feeling drunk, almost hit someone in the club
Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
I'm arriving in style and feeling great
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
There are numerous women around, it's my time to shine
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
I'm eating well and my stomach reflects that
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and shit
You don't like meat, leave me alone about it
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
I see a hot girl and I move guys out of the way to talk to her
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
I'm taking something out of my stash and turning a girl into a wild party
Bags on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
I'm tired because I don't sleep much but we're still up and active
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
I make great music and my friends can hurt you if needed
And R.I.P to p-nut, little Eric
Rest in peace to my friends P-nut and Little Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live that
I'm familiar with Mossberg 500 shotgun and Compton
Long hair weave with extensions
I have long hair with extensions
Glock 17 with extension
I have a Glock 17 with an extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic dually
I'm listening to Suga Free and driving an automatic truck
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno movie
My truck has TV's in it like it's 1997 and I'm watching adult content
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Shout out to my Compton gang and my vehicle
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch
I don't care who doesn't like me or what I say, I'm K-Dot
R.I.P. to the V.I.P
The VIP section is lit and memorable
I got my lil' niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My underage friends are partying and don't have identification with them
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed peas
My friends can hurt people easily and give them black eyes
And the molly make the white girl look Chinese
Molly/MDMA makes white girls' eyes appear slanted like those of Chinese people
OHB, my niggas out here ballin'
My friends from 'Original Hood Bosses' are succeeding and having fun
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
All these fake artists are terrible and drawing (struggling)
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
I bought a plane and traveled far away from the people I don't like
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
If you claim to have started from the bottom, come out of hiding and prove it
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and automatics
You're a problem and I bought guns and weapons to deal with you
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
My gun's clip holds 32 bullets, and I can make you feel like Magic Johnson
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a pageant
I'll shoot at you so much that you'll feel like you're in a photo shoot(pageant)
All black suits, and them long Caddys
We're all wearing black suits, driving long Cadillac cars
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BRUCE W. FRANKLIN, ERIC WAGNER, RICK J. WARTELL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@Jo3Duk3
Kendrick is gonna shake tha game up and have a lot of rappers runnin for their money...
@hohmwerch2172
👏
@danielade8915
bro predicted his control verse and the heart part 4 before they came out lmao
@lol51016
11 years later and he’s running his own empire👏🏼👏🏼
@noneofyourbusiness1114
This aged well
@xoltama2557
Lmao 12 years ago. You weren’t wrong though.
@arancienne
DAMN, HOW COME I'M ONLY JUST FINDING THE VIDEO TO THIS?
@Indigoism96
+Aurora Lara I KNOW RIGHT?!
@brains92
+Rah Man you're
@angeles4719
Found it 4 years after you did . 💀