Kendrick Lamar - Sherane A.k.a. Master Splinter's Daughter текст песни

[Intro:]
Lord God,
I come to you a sinner,
And I humbly repent for my sins.
I believe that Jesus is Lord,
I believe that you raised him from the dead.
I will ask that Jesus will come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior.
I receive Jesus to take control of my life,
And that I may live for him from this day forth.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood.
In Jesus name, Amen.

[Verse 1:]
I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central,
She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta,
Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel,
I want to ride like Arabians, push an ‘04 Mercedes-Benz.
“Hello my name is Kendrick.” She said, “No, you handsome,” –
Whispered in my ear, disappeared, then found her dancin',
Ciara had played in the background,
The parade music we made had us all wearin' shades now, cool.
“Where you stay?” She said, “Down the street from Dominguez High.”
Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount.
“Well is it Compton?”
“No,” – she replied and quickly start battin' her eyes, and
I strictly had wanted her thighs around me,
Seventeen, with nothin' but pussy stuck on my mental,
My motive was rather sinful.
"What you tryin' to get into?"
She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel,
Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well.

[Verse 2:]
The summer had passed and now I'm likin' her,
Conversation we havin' probably enticin' her.
Who could imagine, maybe my actions would end up wifin' her.
Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck ‘cause the trife in us,
It's deep rooted, the music of bein' young and dumb,
It's never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from.
We know a lot ‘bout each other: her mother was a crack addict,
She live with her granny and her younger two brothers,
Her favorite cousin Demetrius's irrepetible,
Family history of gang bangin' did make me skeptical
But not enough to stop me from gettin' a nut.
“I wanna come over, what's up?” – That's what I told her soon as this episode
Of “Martin” go off, – “I'm tryin' to get off.”
I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of bein' thirsty,
Probably could hurt me, but fuck it, I got some heart.
Grab my momma's keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy!..

[Verse 3:]
So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan,
Passin' Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump,
I got enough to get me through the traffic jam
At least I hope, ‘cause my pockets broke as a promise, man.
I'm thinkin' bout that sex, thinkin' bout her thighs,
Or maybe kissin' on her neck, or maybe what positions next.
Sent a picture of her titties blowin' up my texts,
I looked at ‘em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette.
Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse,
And I'm a professional porn star when off the Goose,
I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom,
I'm hopin' to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem.
I'm two blocks away, 250 feet,
And six steps from where she stay, she wavin' me ‘cross the street,
I pulled up a smile on my face, and then I see
Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang...

[Skit:]
– Please leave your message for 323. Record your message after the tone.
– Kendrick, where you at? Damn, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van! You told me, you was gon' be back in fiffteen minutes! I gotta go to the county building, man! These kids ready to eat, I'm ready to eat, shit! I gotta get them food stamps, come on now! You on you way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hoodrats out there, shit! Especially that crazy-ass girl Sherane. Plus, you got school tomorrow. You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade, eleventh grade.
– Is that Kendrick on the phone?
– Yo daddy hollerin' ‘bout some damn dominoes, he want to holler at you too, gon' ‘head, Kenny, gon'... Shit!
– Hello? Yeah, where my mothafuckin' dominoes at, Kenny? What?
– You on his voicemail, damn fool!
– Oh!
– Shit!
– K, where my mothafuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I ask you to bring my fuckin' dominoes!
– Kenny... Give me the damn phone, shit! Don't hang up! Damn!
– He losin' my damn dominoes!
– Just let me... Kendrick, when you get this message, man, call me back. I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car, This man fussin' ‘bout some damn dominoes, it ain't all that serious. Fuck, damn dominoes! Shit, Imma miss my damn appointment! Fuck! Fuck them damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that!
– Nobody want to hear yo ass! Mattafact, cut my mothafuckin' oldies back on. You killin' my mothafuckin' vibe.