Not Like Us (Live at Kia Forum)

[Part I] [Intro: Dr. Dre & Kendrick Lamar] Yeah Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold on, Dre You ain't gon' say, you ain't gon' say nothing else before, you know We continue the party? Yeah, okay I'm gonna just need a moment of silence for this one Psst, I see dead people (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse] Hey, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call a amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like— What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options Finna spazz on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Biblе if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certifiеd boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some— Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your li'l sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a real case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedo-style (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) Dot, fuck 'em up (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Part II] [Intro] Yeah, yeah Also, y'all ain't gon' let nobody disrespect the West Coast, huh? Oh, you ain't gon' let nobody finally imitate our legends, huh? Let's try it again (Psst, I see dead people) (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse] Hey Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options Finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Say it! Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) Dot, fuck 'em up (Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop) I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Part III] [Intro] *overlapping chants of "One More Time" and "OV-ho"* One more time (Psst, I see dead people) We got the DJ motherfucking Mustard, hold up Run it back! You sure? Go on, one more (Psst, I see dead people) Who is he? Who is he? (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass nigga, they see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta hop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any nigga talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] Ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie, be flipped over your boxers What OVO for? The "Other Vaginal Option"? Pussy Nigga better straighten they posture, I got famous all up in Compton Might write this for the doctorate, tell the pop star quit hidin' Fuck a caption, no action, accident And I'm hands-on, he fuck around, get polished Fucked on Wayne girl while he was in jail, that's connivin' Get his face tatted like a bitch apologizin' I'm glad DeRoz' came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither Alondra down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena And your homeboy need subpoena, that predator move in flocks That name gotta be registered and placed on neighborhood watch I lean on you niggas like another line of Wock' All eyes on me, and I'ma send it up to Pac (Ayy) Put the wrong label on me, I'ma get 'em dropped (Ayy) Sweet Chin Music and I won't pass the aux (Ayy) How many stocks do I really have in stock? (Ayy) One, two, three, four, five, plus five (Ayy) Devil is a lie, he a 69 God (Ayy) Freaky-ass niggas need to stay they ass inside (Ayy) Ayy, my nigga (Ayy) Ahh, outside (Ayy) Hold up, LA, tap in this motherfucker [Chorus] Ayy They not like us, they not like us, they not like us Yeah They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 3] Ayy, once upon a time, all of us was enslaved Homie still doubled down callin' us some slaves Atlanta was the Mecca, buildin' railroads and trains Bear with me for a second, let me put y'all on game The white men was usin' townfolk to make 'em richer Fast-forward, 2024, you got the same agenda I run to Atlanta when you need a, ah Ayy, you called Future when you didn't see the club Lil Baby helped you get your lingo up 21 gave you false street cred Thug made you feel like you a slime in your head Hahahaha, just— You run to Atlanta when you need a check balance No, you not a colleague, you a fuckin' colonizer The family matter and the truth of the matter It was God's plan to show y'all the liar [Bridge] Ayy, what [?] is that? What [?] is that? Here we go He a fan, he a fan, he a fan Ayy Freaky-ass nigga, he the 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he a 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Freaky-ass nigga, he the 69 God Freaky-ass nigga, he the 69 God Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life Hey, smack, let me hear you say Hey, hey, hey, hey, run for your life "OV-ho" (OV-ho) "OV-ho" (OV-ho) Then step, step Then step, step [Outro] Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step, step Then step, step Hold on, yeah Bring my nigga up, bring my nigga up Hold on, yup Uh-huh Are you my friend? Are we locked in? Then step this way, step that way Then step this way, Dee [Part IV] [Intro] (Psst, I see dead people) (Mustard on the beat, ho) [Verse 1] Ayy, Mustard on the beat, ho Deebo any rap nigga, he a free throw Man down, call an amberlamps, tell him, "Breathe, bro" Nail a nigga to the cross, he walk around like Teezo What's up with these jabroni-ass niggas tryna see Compton? The industry can hate me, fuck 'em all and they mama How many opps you really got? I mean, it's too many options I'm finna pass on this body, I'm John Stockton Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin' Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with 'em Walk him down, whole time, I know he got some ho in him Pole on him, extort shit, bully Death Row on him Say, Drake, I hear you like 'em young You better not ever go to cell block one To any bitch that talk to him and they in love Just make sure you hide your lil' sister from him They tell me Chubbs the only one that get your hand-me-downs And Party at the party playin' with his nose now And Baka got a weird case, why is he around? Certified Lover Boy? Certified pedophiles Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, Dot, fuck 'em up Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop, I'ma do my stuff Why you trollin' like a bitch? Ain't you tired? Tryna strike a chord and it's probably A minor [Chorus] They not like us, they not like us, they not like us They not like us, they not like us, they not like us [Verse 2] You think the Bay gon' let you disrespect Pac, nigga? I think that Oakland show gon' be your last stop, nigga Did Cole fouI, I don't know why you still pretendin' What is the owl? Bird niggas and bird bitches, go The audience not dumb Shape the stories how you want, hey, Drake, they're not slow Rabbit hole is still deep, I can go further, I promise Ain't that somethin'? B-Rad stands for bitch and you Malibu most wanted Ain't no law, boy, you ball boy, fetch Gatorade or somethin' Since 2009, I had this bitch jumpin' You niggas'll get a wedgie