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Sherane a.k.a Master Splinter’s Daughter
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Demonterious Lawrence
Demonterious Lawrence
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Whitacre
C. Whitacre
Songwriter
Justin Henderson
Justin Henderson
Songwriter
Kendrick Duckworth
Kendrick Duckworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tha Bizness
Tha Bizness
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Lord God I come to you a sinner And I humbly repent for my sins I believe that Jesus is Lord I believe that you raised him from the dead I will ask that Jesus come to my life And be my Lord and Savior I receive Jesus to take control of my life And that I may live for him from this day forth Thank you, Lord Jesus, for saving me with your precious blood In Jesus' name, Amen I met her at this house party on El Segundo and Central She had the credentials of strippers in Atlanta Ass came with a hump from the jump she was a camel I want to ride like Arabians, push an '04 Mercedes-Benz "Hello my name is Kendrick," she said "No, you're handsome" Whispered in my ear, disappeared then found her dancing Ciara had played in the background The parade music we made had us all wearing shades now, cool "Where you stay?" She said "Down the street from Dominguez High" Okay, I know that's borderline Compton or Paramount "Well is it Compton?" "No," she replied and quickly start batting her eyes and Strictly had wanted her thighs around me 17, with nothing but pussy stuck on my mental My motive was rather sinful "What you trying to get into?" She didn't tell, just gave me her Nextel Dropped the number, we chirped the whole summer and well The summer had passed, and now I'm liking her Conversation we having probably enticing her Who can imagine? Maybe my actions would end up wifing her Love or lust, regardless, we'll fuck 'cause the trife in us It's deep-rooted, the music of being young and dumb Is never muted, in fact, it's much louder where I'm from We know a lot 'bout each other, her mother was a crack addict She live with her granny and her younger two brothers Her favorite cousin Demetrius' irrepetible Family history of gang banging did make me skeptical But not enough to stop me from getting a nut I wanna come over "What's up?" That's what I told her soon as this episode Of Martin go off, I'm trying to get off I was in heat like a cactus, my tactics of being thirsty Probably could hurt me, but fuck it I got some heart Grab my momma keys, hopped in the car, then, oh boy So now I'm down Rosecrans in a Caravan Passing Alameda, my gas meter in need of a pump I got enough to get me through the traffic jam At least I hope 'cause my pockets broke as a promise man I'm thinking 'bout that sex, thinking 'bout her thighs Or maybe kissing on her neck, or maybe what position's next Sent a picture of her titties blowing up my texts I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette Enthused by the touch of a woman, she's a masseuse And I'm a professional porn star when off the Goose I had a fifth in the trunk like Curtis Jackson for ransom I'm hoping to get her loose like an Uncle Luke Anthem I'm two blocks away, 250 feet And six steps from where she stay, she waving me 'cross the street I pulled up a smile on my face, and then I see Two niggas, two black hoodies, I froze as my phone rang Please leave your message for 323- Record your message after the tone Kendrick, where you at? Head home, I'm sittin' here waitin' on my van You told me you was gon' be back in 15 minutes I gotta go to the county buildin', man These kids ready to eat, I'm ready to eat, shit I gotta get them food stamps, come on now You on yo' way or what? I hope you ain't out there messin' with them damn hood-rats out there, shit 'Specially that crazy-ass girl Sherane Plus you got school tomorrow You keep fuckin' around in them streets, you ain't gon' pass to the next grade, 11th grade (Is that Kendrick on the phone?) Yo' daddy hollerin' 'bout some damn dominoes (let me holler at him) He want to holler at you too, go on 'head, Kenny, go on, shit! (Hello? Yeah, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at?) Kenny (what?) You on his voicemail, damn fool (oh) Shit K, where my motherfuckin' dominoes at? This the second time I ask you to bring my fuckin' dominoes Kenny give me the damn phone, shit, don't hang up! Damn! Let me see, Kendrick! When you get this message, man, call me back I need to know when you gon' bring back my damn car This man fussin' 'bout some damn dominoes It ain't all that serious, fuck, damn dominoes Shit, I'ma miss my damn appointment! Fuck! Fuck them damn dominoes, nobody wanna hear that Nobody want to hear yo' ass! Mattafact, cut my motherfuckin' oldies back on You killin' my motherfuckin' vibe
Writer(s): Christopher John Whitacre, Justin Keith Henderson, Kendrick Duckworth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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