Enjoy (West Coastin') [feat. Kendrick Lamar, Murs & Warren G]

9th Wonder

Warren G

It's classic, y'all

Yeah, give respect to the trigger finger

I've been pushed that line since grade school of fools

Since I touched down, bitches they wanna fuck now

But can't get it, she got ass with a nose like

Pimpin', my pimpin' it ain't never scared

Got real estate over there and hustle over here

Dare a **** try to take it, he gon' fake it till he make it

Shawty break 'em like a bracelet, that's real talk

Shit, don't you snitch if you get caught

You already know if you do, then you dare

And now, **** in the hood trading kush for your baby mama's throat

But suck it up, bitch, deal with it

Huh, ain't no glitch in my computer

Banging beats for the gudda, paper planes, no hookahs, yeah

I'm the driver and the shooter and the taxi

I dare you motherfuckers get at me

Yeah (Enjoy, enjoy)

Yeah (Please enjoy, enjoy)

Yeah (And I enjoy)

I dare you motherfuckers get at me (Enjoy)

Yeah (Please enjoy)

I'll take you way back to the way of the song, listen to me

See, I grew up with the blue team before there was a U-stream

Seen a lot of **** knocked out over shoe strings

Rhyming on these beats since the 90s, I'm a factor

Here with this career until I'm in the hereafter

Classic with this mic, like Mike when he was black

And you, you remind me of me when I was wacker

I read lines and bring drama like an actor

But I'm so Hollywood that you would think that I'm a rapper

You think I got it backwards? It really doesn't matter

Producer meets the rapper, he's the former, I'm the latter

Spacing out these bars, so you **** could climb on

I'm proof that you could still make loot and keep your rhymes strong

Burn out the industry as hot as my performance be

The mainstream dream meets the nightmare of normalcy

The anti of everything cool

Still most likely to succeed, 'cause there ain't no rules, yeah

Enjoy, enjoy

Enjoy, enjoy

And I enjoy

Enjoy

Enjoy

I'll take you way back to the way of the song, listen to me

Uh, my ****, we out here

Photo cutlass, and nothing new for your luggage

Don't trip, you fabricate to the public, we don't believe shit

Believe it or not, call your bluff, then leave your ass with knots

The juggernaut is in your rectum, call Pac and resurrect him

I'm sure to cause a spectrum, especially with my mental telepathy start to F 'em, AKA fuck 'em

AKA nothing's in my way once I start b-b-buckin'

Fuck up your function and your house party, my life's shortly about fortune and vice

If the feds caught me, I tread softly, the judge toss me life

And your autopsy and my posse came through properly, right?

Everyone's watching alright, if you're not watching me like

Sent my big cousin a kite

Got my shit buzzing when shit wasn't a doorbell or an insect or a light here in sight

Amen, now won't you be amen and pay respects?

Enjoy as we progress, destroy your baby steps

Son

Enjoy

Son

Enjoy

Son

Enjoy

Son

Enjoy

Son

And I enjoy

Son

Enjoy

Son

Enjoy

I'll take you way back to the way of the song, listen to me

Son