The Recipe (Black Hippy Remix)
Kendrick Lamar Song Lyrics

[Ab-soul]

Fuck black hippy nigga, I invented the recipe.

It's a beautiful day I guess for a bitch to roll with ab-soul I guess

Pretty chick let me see them breast, e.t. og from the weed clinic (soulo)

Solo but I'm never alone (that's right), I stay high and I'm powerful (soulo)

Westside (easy call) I got three eyes man I see y'all

All I do is kill shit icu, party with a few girls at usc

It's 82 degrees and my top off, and they top off, I'm getting topped off, top dawg

Women, weed, and weather what more can I say, to live and die in la

Spend a week on venice beach - I'm 2pac and biggie smalls.

[Schoolboy q]

Every morning nigga I get blazed (aye); women, weed, and weather nigga if you bored

Come and join the wave (aye); girl, what is your name

Cause I'm feeling your frame, can I see what you bout (uh); a little something in your rear

Little something in your mouth, little something on your couch (uh); know now what I'm talkin' about, bring the coffin out

Cause I killed it, I done drilled it, she said she like it from the back like a real bitch (uh)

She swallowed my pride, I damn near cried

Yo, I can't reply, she curled my toes and crossed my eyes

But when you got the recipe its no surprise, bad hoes panties get left behind - I want your behind.

[Chorus kendrick lamar (dr. dre)]

You might catch me in atlanta looking like a boss

New orleans and then miami, party in new york

Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimping

But nothing like my hometown I'm forever living

Women, weed and weather (they come for) women, weed and weather

For the women, weed and weather (from all around the world for the) women, weed and weather

Got that women, weed and weather - don't it sound clever, come and play

Wh-what more can I say? welcome to la.

[Kendrick lamar]

My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him, some

Three w's only for a three day, run

Bitch, take them motherfuckin' panties off, you ain't no, nun (shit)

I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes

Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause stevie know I control

Let it breathe, I control, california living 'til I am old

You want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

She in the coupe, she in the neon cause she on the bs before we can start

Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga, let 'em know the priority order me

Hennessy and for my niggas og killa, call it jason voorhees

Boy he's on his job, boy he sure be having the marks on they mark

Pretty bitches and tire marks, let 'em inhale them pipe exhausts

Let 'em reveal how much it cost for this life controlling my vice

No way hell no, uh uh, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right

We want to be one, to peak on the chart, so the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts

Women, weed, weather, it's not my fault, then it's 82 degrees and my top peeled, off.

[Chorus]

[Jay rock]

Jay rock got the recipe, fly hoes wanna roll I guess (I guess)

Everybody know I got that yola, ask (keisha) she'll confess

I wake up then I bake up with a bad bitch she ain't got on (no make up) (uh)

Medicated, please my nigga no telling where the high gonna take us, uh

Three w's, I'm at the w, she got double d's bout to bring trouble through

Og, hennessy get their panties wet, I'm trying to dive in the (swimming pool)

Left stroke, right stroke, whats the best stroke, that stroke can smoke all down her throat

And we blows all kinds of dro, cali got the best so act like you know, nigga.

[Chorus]