6 Foot 7 Foot Guitar Chords Kendrick Lamar

6 Foot 7 Foot Guitar Chords Kendrick Lamar

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Am
Said I'm a fuckin' monster
A massive attack I haunt ya
Am
Mastered the rap then fucked up the monitors
Mastered that after that I went for thermometors
Am
Popped 'em all, then popped in the jaw of Tracy Veronica
      G
Holla back they promised us
Am
No pajamas insomnia
Will attack, I attack like piranha does
Am                              G
Hit your block like a comet (BLAHH!)
And you all know what time it is
N.C.
2012, mark your calendars calisthenics and silencers exercisin' that trigger strap
Rock with us Metallica, competition no talented
Am
I'm in a jungle what's wild enough
Am
Just might stumble upon a pack of lions
Am
No lyin' my soldiers dyin' this is Iraq
Am
Alliances lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
             Am
My science applyin' pressure her stretcher is needed pay the proceeds
        Am
Or your livin' debt y'all soft as a giga-pet
                 Am
You niggas can't see me unless you watchin' the TV or ultra huggin' my silhouette
                         G
My flow got the ceiling wet
                Am
I spit 'til I feel my breath
Who sinkin' my fuckin' chest
She fuckin' the fuckin' best
Mean my dick is the dick of death
                       Am
Means I'm killin that pussy
Like Spike whenever that Jerry slept

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Am
Yeah Dre
Am
Me and Andre the Giant, 6'7 and climbin'
Am
Whether you storm to your climate
Whether your beat makin' or rhyming
Am
Bumpin some Phyllis Hyman
Hand full of diamonds like Jay fans
Am                 G
On a island with Ray Bans
Am                 G           Am
Glasses palmin' asses that probably came wit a great tan (laughs)
           Am
I be the motherfuckin' mecca of these hub city spectrum
          Am
Where they at I will dissect them like a fucking frog rectum
          Am
Why you wreckin' with irreputable my worst flow incredible
     Am
They probably call the federal after I slaughter several
Am        Bm       Am                G
Etcetera etcetera Bentley passin up Celicas
Am
They tellin' us about shit, HiiiPoWeR in your mouth, bitch
Am
And Top Dawg can vouch bitch
Am
Nigga what you 'bout, about face with army outfits
Am
The generals here
               Am
That mean the hustlers and the criminals here
      G              Am                                             Am
Penitence reachin' pinnacles of life and despair and me I solemnly swear to handle mine like a Taliban
and die for it
Am
Only difference is I ain't never askin' Allah for it
Am                                             G
Only difference is I be spazzin' and still a proud poet
Am
Put me in a category
Am
I don't know what's a sadder story
Am
Guts and glory
Am
Your pain bore me you ain't really lived it
   Am
I take you to a block where they Crippin
               Am
Or Piru that 5'2 gun bigger than the torso of Pippen
G                   Am
Bitch I been doin' before you niggas ruined it
Am
Show me somethin' different
               Am
You either kissin' dick or givin' me distance
               G           Am               G                Am
You live in a district of dimebags and dummies I know your statistics
           Am                     G
Who your boss, he more like my assistant
                Am
Get lost have a egg and a biscuit
   G                                Am
Break fast when we aimin' them biscuits
  G                               Am
Pay cash when your chain come up missin'
Q...Q

[Verse 3: ScHoolBoy Q]
Am
Double up, shit, what the fuck?
Am
Get me some my promo poppin'
Setbacks droppin'
Soon they watchin'
Am
I just lock and load explode
Target flowed I'm somewhere blowed
Am
Marriotts and Swisher Sweets
LA nigga prolly east
Am
Cheerin' for the ragin' beats
X O henny scrape the keif
Am
Bangin C I'm bangin' B
Am
Put them niggas next to me
Am
Stop and focus get the lead
G
I'm here now let the hardest speak
Am
Ya all them dudes got ovaries, period
                Am
Run on sentence still I'm ventin'
G
Air conditionin' coolest breeze
Ill diseases
Am
Grip my penis, shoot my semen
G
Still I'm comin', miles a runnin'
Am
I was learnin' getting knowledge
G
Head is throbbin', she's a goblin
Am
We be mobbin' over bitches
G
Stick and miss and she the business
Am
Get a witness pussy frenchin
G
Yes, a mission
Poppin' off like a mission
G              Am
Proposition, gettin' money
G              Am
Drop a nigga, rush a nigga
G               Am
Stomp a nigga, crush a nigga
G              Am
Dust a nigga, copperhead gon' thrust a nigga
G              Am
Heatin' up the winnnin nigga
G              Am
Somethin' to remember nigga
G              Am
Hella sick, I got a spit
G              Am        G             Am
Curse with a verse like God told me to kill the shit
Am
Load the clip Heckler & Koch
Am
The hoover king
Am
Bada bing by the ding a ling
G
Natural hoover
       Am
Fing ring with a vision clearin' it with Visine
G
Asian from Beijing
Am
Money maker, cum she cream
                       G  Am
Feed the weak that's Wing Stop
G                   Am
At the start with rain drops
Am
Autobot
Space shuttle shittin on your car lots
Boy style
Am
Could at least got a saturn, huh?
Am
HiiiPoWer see our patent, huh?
Am
Workin' on tracks like we never been free
Am
22 squezze niggas shootin' off C’s
Am
Please thought a nigga shot 16’s
gm
Rhyme 16’s
Am           G   Am    Bm         G
Bada bing, bing, bing, bing.... bing

[Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
N.C.
If you want to be from HiiiPoWeR
Please come to friend zone
But don't wowwy
You will not suck on my dick tonight
1 year ago

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