เพลง Solo Dolo Part II (Explicit Version)

Kid Cudi – Solo Dolo Part II

I don't need, I don't need nobody

Please shut the front door and walk right in

In the land of the man who rock it hard for them

Super Solo Dolo attack, run and tell that

If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid

Who could it be? K-I-D

Searching all day in the streets for DMT

Don't sip it, though - it couldn't answer

Drip, drip all day - bumpin' MGMT, homie

Watch on who you hate on, fam', without the facts

Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat

To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that

You never seen a nigga like me?

I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth

Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about

But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill

But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip

Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'

I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips

Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber

Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker

Better get on back

You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack

And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts

The world know what it be:

Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo, C.U.D., repeat it

Come, come now, last call, who want some?

It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums

Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns

God blessed my tongue, I need it for life

Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs

Pondering my next accomplishments

It's condescending to say I won

Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?

I really want it - need it

Break bread - or break fast

Before I blast and break legs, ride past

And they scream out "little Johnny is dead!"

You wish me well, I wish you Hell

Eternity, no such thing as time will tell

Infirmary, burn like magnetic combustion

Bad credit with me, and paramedics are hustlin'

What's the definition of water?

Sherm sticks, sipped a gallon of it when you caught us

Turn quick, I don't wanna play this for my daughter

If my son heard it, probably look at you as his father

I'm proud of myself in a bad way

Halfway house, tell that to me halfway

I'm passin' out, ass whoopin'

Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you

They couldn't

Come, come now, last call, who want some?

It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums

Two lips to kiss, 22 mother nuns

God blessed my tongue, I need it for life

Awkward like Cartwright, twiddling my thumbs

Pondering my next accomplishments

It's condescending to say I won

Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?