On “LOYALTY.,” Kendrick Lamar and Rihannamuse on the value and necessity of complete loyalty and honesty in both platonic and romantic relationships. The song marks the first collaboration between the two artists.
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it look sexy I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element
[Chorus] もしおれがpussy-assをたたかなければならなきゃ, I'ma make it look sexy もし、おれはガムシャラにやれば SEXYに見えるようにしてやる I pull up, hop out, air out, made it look sexy They won't take me out my element Nah, take me out my element
Give me a run for my money There is nobody, no one to outrun me (Another world premiere!) So give me a run for my money Sippin' bubbly, feelin’ lovely, livin' lovely Just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me
だれか俺と接戦できるやつをくれ だれもいない だれも俺を追い越せない (Another world premiere!) だれか俺と接戦できるやつをくれ バブリーに酒を飲んで, 楽しい思いをして 楽しく生きる ただ俺をあいしてくれ I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Just love me, just love me, just love me I wanna be with you, ayy, I wanna be with Love me I wanna be with you Love me, just love me
[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & Zacari]
If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund': don't got you, I got nothin'
If I didn't ride blade on curb, would you still love me? If I minimized my net worth, would you still love me? Keep it a hundred, I’d rather you trust me than to love me Keep it a whole one hund': don't got you, I got nothin'
Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I’m countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I'm downin’ this D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble
[Chorus] (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up lil' bitch, hol’ up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol' up, lil’ bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch) (Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up, bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
[Verse 2] Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fucking up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble
[Chorus]
[Verse 1] Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I’m countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I'm downin’ this D'USSÉ with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods? I get way too petty once you let me do the extras Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk My left stroke just went viral Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note It's levels to it, you and I know, bitch, be humble
[Chorus] (Hol’ up, bitch) sit down (Hol’ up lil' bitch, hol’ up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Sit down, hol' up, lil’ bitch) Be humble (bitch) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) bitch, sit down Lil' bitch (hol' up, lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up) be humble (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) sit down (Hol' up lil' bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, sit down, lil' bitch) (Sit down, lil' bitch, be humble) (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch) bitch, sit down (Hol' up, bitch) be humble (Hol' up, bitch) sit down (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)
[Verse 2] Who dat nigga thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man) Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman) Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right I make a play fucking up your whole life I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks, ayy This shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk, ayy If I kill a nigga, it won't be the alcohol, ayy I'm the realest nigga after all, bitch, be humble
[Pre-Chorus] Tell me why, why can't we try and start again? This can't be how our story ends You're more than my girl, you're my best friend Tell me you remember when Ooh, when I was your man and you were my girl It was you and me against the world
[Chorus] Baby, ain't nobody gonna love me like the way you do And you ain't never gonna find a love like mine Tell me what can I do to make it up to you? 'Cause what we got's too good to say goodbye, goodbye
I'm going down, and you have watched me drown In a river of tears, lost beneath the stream Under the waves, I've found the strength to say The river of tears has washed me clean Go 'head and wish me well I'll cry a wishing well I'll fly before I fail I'll set sail and drift away So I won't need you here Love sinks and hope floats In a river of tears In a river of tears