Текст песни: The Art of Peer Pressure + перевод

Everybody, everybody, everybody

Everybody sit yo bitch-ass down

And listen to this true mothafuckin' story

Told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans, ya bitch

Smokin' on the finest dope, ay-ay-ay-ah

Drank until I can’t no mo', ay-ay-ay-ah

Really I’m a sober soul

But I’m with the homies right now

And we ain’t askin' for no favors

Rush a nigga quick, then laugh about it later, ay-ay-ay-ah

Really, I’m a peacemaker

But I’m with the homies right now

And Momma used to say (Say, say, say, say)

One day it’s gon' burn you out (Woo)

One day it’s gon' burn you out, out, out

One day it’s gon' burn you out (You, you, you, you, you, you)

One day it’s gon' burn you

But I’m with the homies right now

Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota

A quarter tank of gas, one pistol and orange soda

Janky stash box when the federales’ll roll up

Basketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odor

We on the mission for bad bitches and trouble

I hope the universe love you today

'Cause the energy we bringin' sure to carry away

A flock of positive activists that fill they body with hate

If it’s necessary; bumpin' Jeezy first album, lookin' distracted

Speakin' language only we know, you think it’s an accent

The windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass it

Hotboxin' like George Foreman grillin' the masses

Of the workin' world; we pulled up on a bunch of workin' girls

And asked them what they workin' with

Look at me, I got the blunt in my mouth

Usually I’m drug-free, but, shit, I’m with the homies

Yeah, nigga, we off a pill and Remy Red

Come through and bust ya head, nigga!

Me and the homies

Sag all the way to the liquor store

Where my niggas pour up 4 and get twisted some more

Me and the homies

I ride for my mothafuckin' niggas

Hop out, do my stuff, then hop back in

Me and the homies

Matter of fact, I hop out that mothafucka

And be like «doo-doo-doo-doot, doo-doo-doo-doo-doot!»

It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamin'

Air conditioner broke and I hear my stomach screamin'

Hungry for anything unhealthy

And if nutrition can help me

I’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eatin'

We speedin' on the 405, passin' Westchester

You know, the light-skinned girls in all the little dresses

Good Lord, they knew we weren’t from 'round there

'Cause every time we down there

We pullin' out the Boost Mobile SIM cards

Bougie bitches with no extensions

Hood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combination

Before we sparked a conversation

We seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like

Then started interrogatin'

I never was a gangbanger, I mean

I never was stranger to the fonk neither, I really doubt it

Rush a nigga quick and then we laugh about it

That’s ironic, 'cause I’ve never been violent

Until I’m with the homies

(Just ridin', just ridin')

Me and the homies

(Bullshittin', actin' a fool)

Me and the homies

(Trippin', really trippin')

Me and the homies

(Just ridin', just ridin', just ridin')

Braggin' 'bout the episode we just had

A shot of Hennessy didn’t make me feel that bad

I’m usually a true firm believer of bad karma

Consequences from evil will make your past haunt ya

We tryna conquer the city with disobedience

Quick to turn it up, even if we ain’t got the CD in

But Jeezy still playin'

And our attitude is still «nigga, what is you sayin'?»

Pull in front of the house

That we been campin' out for like two months

The sun is goin' down as we take whatever we want

Ayy, ayy, nigga, jackpot, nigga, pop the safe!

Ayy, nigga, I think there’s somebody in this room!

Wait, what?!

Nigga, there’s somebody in this room!

I hit the back window in search of any Nintendo

DVD’s, plasma-screen TV’s in the trunk

We made a right, then made a left, then made a right

Then made a left, we was just circlin' life

My mama called: «Hello? What you doin'?» — «Kickin' it.»

I shoulda told her I’m probably 'bout to catch my first offense

With the homies

But — they made a right, then made a left

Then made a right, then another right

One lucky night with the homies

K. Dot, you faded, hood?

Yeah, we finally got that nigga faded

I think he hit the wrong blunt though

Ooh, which one?

Well, which one he talkin' about?

I was finna hit the one with the shenanigans in it

I pray he ain’t hit that

Nah, that nigga straight, he ain’t hit that one

Got the shenanigans? Give that nigga the shenanigans!

Nigga, I think we should push back to the city, fo' real doe

Nigga, for what?

What that nigga— what’s that Jeezy song say, nigga?

«Last time I checked I was the man on these streets!»

Yeah, yeah, that shit right there

I’m tryna be the nigga in the street

There he go. Man, you don’t even know how the shit go

Look, here’s the plan, luv

We gon' use the kickback as a alibi, wait 'til the sun go down, roll out,

complete the mission, drop K. Dot off at his mama van, at the park

'Cause I know he tryna fuck on Sherane tonight

That’s what he’s not gon' do

Then we all gon' meet back at the block at about 10:30

That’s straight, but we should meet up around 12

I’m tryna fuck on somethin' too

Nigga, sit yo dumb-ass back down!

Nigga, you ain’t doin' shit tonight!

Matter of fact, nigga, get in the mothafuckin' car!

We finna get active!