Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, I know, it's been a minute
Got to know
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, I know, it's been a minute
Got to know
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
Just look—Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah, you need me (Woo)
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I wrote my first bars in the car with Stacy
How bizarre, my battle scars at large would lace me
Big marbles, nigga
I lead this new generation, boy, don't argue with us
Marvelous beat selectors, authors and novel spitters
And it's all for the literature
And it's all for the hideous
The nastiest flows, the Chlamydia, ugh
I ain't afraid to say I need you
Ah, yeah (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop)
I promise I'd never leave you, ah, yeah
My life is like twelve open mics of hopeless notes I write
For sure, my folks unite soon as the flow get nice
The poltergeist that scare emcees, my prototype for every
My share of deeds and R.I.P.s
You know my type of style is like my everything
Apparently, my appetite, they famished
Bite no hand that feed
The culture vulture die and bleed
My focus hold these thoughts and dreams
Control this pen (Look over your shoulder)
Boldest lines of rhymes and things
Devote my time and mind it seems
Supposed to shine, remind I'm king
Provoke the blind and bomb the fiends
The pros, the cons of diamond rings
I'm full of time but I'ma bring
The soul divine and cross between
What's yours and mines, the goal, the green
The roads that show just what it mean
Then grab Shakur right by the wing
And fly before my vocals (Scream)
For hip-hop, look at my Ziploc
Bag full of goodies, you Chris Rock
Hit the Pookie and piss stops
Since tube socks, baby, you a hell of a drug
Just look over your shoulders when they fuck you over, it's love
I know ya
[Chorus: Michael Jackson]
(Woo) Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
Just look- Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah yeah, you need me (Woo)
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes & Michael Jackson]
Shhh, look over your shoulder, get me?
Cause I done bodied the game to the point niggas scared to rap with me
Kept burnin' 'til they anointed me one of the kings of black history
And yes, I see the game is a little different, niggas lack simply
Them bars and I spit 'em like darts 'til they puncture your kidney
You trash and it don't matter how much you gon' try to convince me
And you gon' make my gun cock and talk a whole 'nother way, yo
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh (Woo)
I am the Buddha, the Ali Baba, the believer-er maker
So pristine, the dice roll from under my sleeve when I shake 'em
So rude, I'm so ice cold but I'm what you need to just wake 'em
All them crowns and medals on the wall waitin' for me to just take 'em
When I arrive, my theme music got a pound to it
And when I leave, even my shadow got a sound to it
Cause I'm the god of the harder, the martyr, the father
I spit a saliva that's leaking a lava
Completin' the saga while meetin' and greetin'
And beating you niggas completely and conquer
Extremely bark on a nigga, you see me
And deeply carve up a nigga, believe me
Graffiti your armor, you heebie, you jeebie
Bikini your broad up (You guinea pig)
See me, now give me the startup and treat me
You greet me and meet me with arms up
So sweet when I speak, have a seat, it was deep
I was sleep, now the god's up, hmm
Upholding the fundamentals, while most of you boast a rental
Focus on what's most essential, spit bars to provoke your mental
Do I have your attendamiento?
While I clap these raps like thunders
Look over your shoulder, boy, and wonder
[Chorus: Michael Jackson & Nikki Grier]
(Woo) Don't you know, baby? (Ooh, woah)
Don't you know, baby? (Mhm, mhn, yeah)
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me (When you need me)
Just look- Just over your shoulders
Whenever you need me (Whenever you need me)
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Yeah yeah, you need me (Woo)
Don't you know, baby?
Don't you know, baby?
Just look over your shoulders, honey
Whenever you need me
[Outro: Chris Rock & Michael Jackson]
That's right
He got catalogue, you understand? (Just look— Just over your shoulders)
This is the motherfucking human iPod out this motherfucker, okay?
He can go all day
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Da, znam, to je bio trenutak
Dobio je znati
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Kad god mi je potrebna
Dovoljno je pogledati-Samo preko ramena
Kad god mi je potrebna
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Da, mi trebate (Woo)
[Redak 1: Kendrick Lamar]
napisao sam prve barova u automobilu s Stacy
Kako bizarno, moje bitke ožiljci u cjelini bi me čipka
Big mramor, crnjo
Vodim Ova nova generacija, dječak, ne raspravljati s nama
Predivne tuku selektora, autori i nove spitters
I to je sve za književnost
I to je sve za stravičnu
Nastiest tokova, klamidija, uh
Ja se ne boji reći trebam te
Ah, da (Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-Hop)
Obećavam da te više nikad ostaviti, ah, da
Moj život je kao dvanaest otvorenih mikrofoni za beznadne bilješke pišem
Za siguran, moji ujediniti čim protoka se lijepo
Priviđenje da je panika emcees, moj prototip za svaki
Moj udio djelima i R.I.P.s
Znate moj tip stil je kao moj sve
Očigledno, moj apetit su glad
Bite nema ruku da hrana
Kultura sup umrijeti i krvari
Moj fokus zadržati te misli i snove
Kontrola ovu olovku (pogled preko ramena)
Smjelije linije rime i stvarima
Posvetiti svoje vrijeme i um čini
Trebao sjaja, podsjetiti da sam kralj
Izazvati slijepe i bombarduju maila
Profesionalce, kontra od dijamantni prstenovi
Ja sam pun vremena, ali Ja sam donijeti
Duša božanska i križ između
Što je tvoje i rudnika, cilj, zelena
Ceste koje pokazuju samo ono što to znači
Tada iskoristite Shakur pravo po boku
I letjeti pred mojim vokal (Scream)
Za hip-hop, pogled na moj Ziploc
Torba puna dobar, vi Chris Rock
Hit Pookie i piss zaustavlja
Od cijevi čarape, Baby, pakao droge
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena kad vas zajebavati, to je ljubav
Znam ya
[Hor: Jackson]
(Woo) ne znaš, dušo?
Zar ne znaš, dušo?
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Kad god mi je potrebna
Samo izgled, baš preko ramena
Kad god mi je potrebna
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Da da, treba mi vas (Woo)
[Redak 2: Busta Rhymes & Jackson]
Shhh, pogled preko ramena, po mene?
Zato što sam učinio mirisa igru do točke niggas prepala da rap sa mnom
Zadržao Burnin' „to su mi mazali jedan od vladara crne povijesti
I da, vidim igra je malo drugačiji, crnje nemaju jednostavno
Njima se zabranjuje i ja pljuvati „em kao pikado” to oni bušiti svoj bubreg
Vi smeće i to ne obzira koliko ste gon”me pokušati uvjeriti
A ti gon „učiniti pištolj penis i razgovarati cijeli” nother način, yo
Woah-OH-o-oh-oh (Woo)
Ja sam Buddha, Ali Baba, vjernik-er za kavu
Dakle netaknute, kockica role ispod mog rukava kad sam se tresti „em
Tako grub, ja sam tako ledeno hladno, ali ja sam ono što je potrebno da se samo probuditi „em
Sve ih krune i medalje na zidu waitin' za mene samo uzeti „em
Kada stignem, moja tema glazba dobio funta za njega
A kada odem, čak i moja sjena dobio zvuk na njega
Jer sam bog teže, mučenika, otac
Pljujem na slinu koja curi u lavu
Completin' saga dok meetin' i greetin'
I tuče vas crnje potpunosti pa vladaj
Izuzetno lajati na crnjo, ti me vidjeti
I duboko podijelili s nigga, vjeruj mi
Grafiti svoj oklop, što heebie, ti jeebie
Bikini široke gore (ti zamorac)
Vidi me, sad daj mi pokretanje i liječiti mene
Ti me pozdraviti i upoznati me sa rukama gore
Tako slatko kada govorim, sjednite, to je duboko
Bio sam san, a sada bog je do, hmm
Podupiranje osnove, a većina vas pohvaliti iznajmljivanje
Usredotočite se na ono što je najbitnije, pljuje barovi provocirati vaš mentalni
Imam svoj attendamiento?
Dok sam pljeskati te donose rap poput gromova
Pogledajte preko ramena, mali, i čudo
[Hor: Jackson i Nikki Grier]
(Woo) ne znaš, dušo? (Oh, woah)
Zar ne znaš, dušo? (MHM, mhn, da)
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Kad god mi je potrebna (kada mi treba)
Samo izgled, baš preko ramena
Kad god mi je potrebna (Kad god mi je potrebna)
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Da da, treba mi vas (Woo)
Zar ne znaš, dušo?
Zar ne znaš, dušo?
Dovoljno je pogledati preko ramena, med
Kad god mi je potrebna
[Završnu: Chris Rock & Michael Jackson]
Tako je
On je dobio katalog, razumiješ? (Samo izgled, baš preko ramena)
To je jebeno ljudsko iPod iz ovog motherfucker, u redu?
On može ići cijeli dan