Solo Dolo Part II

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] 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, trip 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 [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] 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? [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] 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 it to meet me halfway I'm passin' out, ass whoopin' Your ass lookin' for Michelle Obama 'til I bang on you They couldn't [Hook]