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Really Doe

Kendrick Lamar · Really Doe (Instrumental) · 2026-10-14

〈Really Doe〉是Kendrick Lamar演唱的歌曲，收錄於 2026-10-14 發行的專輯《Really Doe (Instrumental)》。經魔鏡 AI 音訊分析，全曲調性為 C 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。魔鏡歌詞網收錄本曲的完整歌詞、吉他和弦譜、卡拉OK 同步歌詞，皆可免費查看。

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You niggas don't even know

All that talk then no show (Uh)

Cannot tell me nothin'

Show me somethin' I ain't seen before

That ho want my piccolo (Uh)

Smokin' on that mistletoe (Uh)

Make her kiss all on it

While we chop-chop on them 24s (Yeah)

She look like a centerfold

Mouth all on my genitals (Yeah)

Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals (Ah)

I be on the chemicals (Uh), she be on my testicles

Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedule

Rollin' up them vegetables

Rappin' with that special flow

Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 (Uh-huh)

I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show (Uh-huh)

Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe (Doot, doot, doot, doot)

Now I sell out all my shows

Used to sell out all my blow

That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up four

Now a nigga livin' good

I done made it out the hood

Think I'm goin' back?

I wish a mother****er would

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire (I wish a mother****er would)

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though

Really, though, like, really, though

They say I got the city on fire (Ayy)

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though

Really, though, like, really, though

Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well (Yeah)

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell (Yeah)

When you're gettin' money, nigga, every day is sunny

I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail (Yeah)

Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring

Took that bitch to show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail (Yeah)

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as ****

Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer

With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider

I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (Chyeah)

Givenchy bikers with the rev rips

Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick (Chyeah)

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition (Chyeah)

Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good

But good could be better, I wish a mother****er would

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though

Really, though, like, really, though

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though

Really, though, like, really, though

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya

Life to end in vain before the end is near

See, I can hear you crying

Silence sittin' in the dark

Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart

Sin is such a work of art

Watch out for the love lost

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand

Things a nigga do for thousands

Made a million countin' sheep

Gave it all to public housin'

Takin' off to Abu Dhabi

Beamin' up the motor, Scotty

Talkin' to promoters, Scotty

Everybody know it's Gotti

Murder one, you've heard of 'em

The rev undid, the all day madness

Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress

Big power, big stages

My zoo cannot fit the cages

This booth is not used to fakin'

My crew just love confrontation

I chewed the face off the laces

I moved the weight from the waitress

I chef the pot that made poison

I cooked then kicked all the patients

My bitch is way beyond basic

That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance

Ayy, look what we're endurin'

Ayy, ridin' in foreigns

Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch

But it's the real watch and that bitch fire

Speed Racer waitin' outside

The roof on it like a tank top

Countin' money, watchin' paint dry

When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though

Really, though, like, really, though

They say I got the city on fire

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

Really, though, like, really, though (Good, hood)

Really doe, like really doe

I wish you mother****in' would

Listen, wish a mother****er would, Brown

I had to put my foot down

It's like I'm popping a clutch

Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust

You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?

And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge

You a mouse that the falcon picked up

So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as ****

And I never pass my mama no blunt

And kept my head straight

Listen, deadweight never been a problem to dunk

Look, I just broke up with my bitch 'cause we ain't argue enough

I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff

I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club

I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs

Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks

Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts

You've been the same mother****er since 2001

Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump

I'm at your house like, "Why you got your couch on my Chucks?"

Mother****er

Really Doe - Kendrick Lamar 更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網 https://mojim.org/song/Kendrick-Lamar-Really-Doe-791296

對拍微調

[00:00.000]作曲 : D. Sewell/H. Stevens/K. Lamar/T. Kgositsile/C. Cross/Giovanni Cristiani

[00:13.360]You niggas don't even know

[00:14.760]All that talk then no show (Uh)

[00:16.240]Cannot tell me nothin'

[00:17.520]Show me somethin' I ain't seen before

[00:19.390]That ho want my piccolo (Uh)

[00:20.950]Smokin' on that mistletoe (Uh)

[00:22.470]Make her kiss all on it

[00:23.960]While we chop-chop on them 24s (Yeah)

[00:25.830]She look like a centerfold

[00:27.340]Mouth all on my genitals (Yeah)

[00:28.780]Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals (Ah)

[00:32.090]I be on the chemicals (Uh), she be on my testicles

[00:35.120]Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedule

[00:38.270]Rollin' up them vegetables

[00:40.070]Rappin' with that special flow

[00:41.690]Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 (Uh-huh)

[00:44.660]I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show (Uh-huh)

[00:47.570]Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe (Doot, doot, doot, doot)

[00:51.020]Now I sell out all my shows

[00:52.680]Used to sell out all my blow

[00:54.250]That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up four

[00:57.450]Now a nigga livin' good

[00:58.940]I done made it out the hood

[01:00.600]Think I'm goin' back?

[01:01.940]I wish a mother****er would

[01:04.070]Yeah, they say I got the city on fire (I wish a mother****er would)

[01:06.410]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[01:10.560]Really, though, like, really, though

[01:13.940]Really, though, like, really, though

[01:17.160]They say I got the city on fire (Ayy)

[01:20.100]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[01:23.740]Really, though, like, really, though

[01:26.410]Really, though, like, really, though

[01:29.070]Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well (Yeah)

[01:32.170]For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell (Yeah)

[01:35.180]When you're gettin' money, nigga, every day is sunny

[01:37.970]I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail (Yeah)

[01:41.310]Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring

[01:44.690]Took that bitch to show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail (Yeah)

[01:47.630]Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as ****

[01:51.060]Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer

[01:53.980]With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider

[01:58.850]I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (Chyeah)

[02:00.580]Givenchy bikers with the rev rips

[02:03.830]Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick (Chyeah)

[02:07.060]Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

[02:10.960]Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition (Chyeah)

[02:13.130]Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good

[02:16.430]But good could be better, I wish a mother****er would

[02:19.860]They say I got the city on fire

[02:23.390]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[02:26.600]Really, though, like, really, though

[02:29.830]Really, though, like, really, though

[02:32.870]They say I got the city on fire

[02:35.860]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[02:39.380]Really, though, like, really, though

[02:42.660]Really, though, like, really, though

[02:44.830]Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya

[02:47.960]Life to end in vain before the end is near

[02:50.370]See, I can hear you crying

[02:51.580]Silence sittin' in the dark

[02:53.020]Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart

[02:54.840]Sin is such a work of art

[02:56.100]Watch out for the love lost

[02:58.170]Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand

[02:59.270]Things a nigga do for thousands

[03:00.640]Made a million countin' sheep

[03:02.230]Gave it all to public housin'

[03:03.650]Takin' off to Abu Dhabi

[03:05.380]Beamin' up the motor, Scotty

[03:06.970]Talkin' to promoters, Scotty

[03:08.600]Everybody know it's Gotti

[03:10.070]Murder one, you've heard of 'em

[03:11.840]The rev undid, the all day madness

[03:13.080]Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress

[03:16.180]Big power, big stages

[03:18.000]My zoo cannot fit the cages

[03:19.650]This booth is not used to fakin'

[03:21.260]My crew just love confrontation

[03:23.130]I chewed the face off the laces

[03:24.470]I moved the weight from the waitress

[03:26.020]I chef the pot that made poison

[03:27.670]I cooked then kicked all the patients

[03:29.340]My bitch is way beyond basic

[03:30.690]That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance

[03:33.980]Ayy, look what we're endurin'

[03:35.800]Ayy, ridin' in foreigns

[03:37.150]Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch

[03:39.980]But it's the real watch and that bitch fire

[03:41.670]Speed Racer waitin' outside

[03:43.360]The roof on it like a tank top

[03:44.710]Countin' money, watchin' paint dry

[03:46.450]When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh

[03:48.340]They say I got the city on fire

[03:51.540]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[03:54.980]Really, though, like, really, though

[03:58.060]Really, though, like, really, though

[04:01.110]They say I got the city on fire

[04:04.370]I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

[04:07.690]Really, though, like, really, though (Good, hood)

[04:10.800]Really doe, like really doe

[04:13.580]I wish you mother****in' would

[04:15.840]Listen, wish a mother****er would, Brown

[04:18.370]I had to put my foot down

[04:19.480]It's like I'm popping a clutch

[04:20.460]Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust

[04:22.550]You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?

[04:24.780]And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge

[04:28.660]You a mouse that the falcon picked up

[04:31.140]So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month

[04:34.180]I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as ****

[04:36.710]And I never pass my mama no blunt

[04:39.610]And kept my head straight

[04:41.010]Listen, deadweight never been a problem to dunk

[04:44.440]Look, I just broke up with my bitch 'cause we ain't argue enough

[04:47.510]I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff

[04:50.830]I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club

[04:54.090]I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must

[04:56.870]It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs

[05:00.300]Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks

[05:03.580]Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts

[05:06.740]You've been the same mother****er since 2001

[05:09.720]Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump

[05:12.810]I'm at your house like, "Why you got your couch on my Chucks?"

[05:16.170]Mother****er

移調原調

A#mF#D#F#mD#mD#BmBDCmBmD#mFmBmBDCmBmD#mC#CmBDCmGD#mC#Bm

作曲 : D. Sewell/H. Stevens/K. Lamar/T. Kgositsile/C. Cross/Giovanni Cristiani

BC#mEm

You niggas don't even know

AmD#mD#

All that talk then no show (Uh)

A#BC#mC

Cannot tell me nothin'

BCmBD#

Show me somethin' I ain't seen before

BmG#G#m

That ho want my piccolo (Uh)

CmAmA#D#

Smokin' on that mistletoe (Uh)

C#mBFmEm

Make her kiss all on it

BmF#mF#C#Fm

While we chop-chop on them 24s (Yeah)

BmFF#

She look like a centerfold

A#D#

Mouth all on my genitals (Yeah)

GmBFmCmFEBC#

Suckin' on it like she gettin' vitamins and minerals (Ah)

GBEGmG#mBmFm

I be on the chemicals (Uh), she be on my testicles

DmBFmEmBmCmFB

Poke her with my tentacle then put her out my schedule

EGmF

Rollin' up them vegetables

DmD#mC#C#m

Rappin' with that special flow

BED#C#CmF#mG#mC#

Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 (Uh-huh)

BmBDCmGmA#D#

I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show (Uh-huh)

EBCFF#Fm

Used to tote that Calico and serve like John McEnroe (Doot, doot, doot, doot)

C#D#mFA#m

Now I sell out all my shows

F#C#mFmC#

Used to sell out all my blow

BC#mFFmBC#Bm

That was back when we was coppin' dubs to try and roll up four

BEG#m

Now a nigga livin' good

EFmC#Dm

I done made it out the hood

BmFFmD#

Think I'm goin' back?

FmD#mC#mC#D

I wish a mother****er would

BG#C#G#mDA#mC#

Yeah, they say I got the city on fire (I wish a mother****er would)

D#BGA#mCmFmC#EBm

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

DCmGFA#D#B

Really, though, like, really, though

GCmBmBD#BmBD

Really, though, like, really, though

CG#mDA#C#C#mBF#m

They say I got the city on fire (Ayy)

GA#mCmFmC#FmG#BmD

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

CmGA#D#AB

Really, though, like, really, though

GmCmBmBC#G

Really, though, like, really, though

F#mD#F#F#mDD#D#m

Still wicked as Aleister Crowley, niggas know me well (Yeah)

BmFGmF#mGDC#G#m

For heaven's sake, I'm the GOAT, you haters can go to hell (Yeah)

GmFDAmF#mF

When you're gettin' money, nigga, every day is sunny

D#BD#mGmF#mFDF#m

I'ma act an ass on that donkey, let her pull my ponytail (Yeah)

FBDEmA#D#DG#mA

Second grade, took my mama weddin' ring

BmF#GAmCmGmG#D#

Took that bitch to show-and-tell, now I'm married to the game to no avail (Yeah)

GmBmA#CmGFA#D#G#m

Grounded me for like a month, now I'm gettin' high as ****

BGCmFF#D#mD#

Employer tryna write me up, but now I'm a writer

F#A#mF#A#mF#D#mADmG#F#mGmG#

With ambitions of a rider, and half the shit on my rider

CmC#G#mD#

I don't even want, the Fanta's for us, the Henny's for the sluts (Chyeah)

GmF#mBmCmGBmD#D#m

Givenchy bikers with the rev rips

BD#mGmCmF#D#mD#G

Balmain badmon, Bathing Ape on my dick (Chyeah)

BF#mFD#mDD#BA#m

Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips

GmD#GBmBD#

Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition (Chyeah)

BmD#F#mFA#D#Em

Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good

BGmAF#mAmC#mEBm

But good could be better, I wish a mother****er would

F#mG#F#F#mA#C#D#BC#

They say I got the city on fire

GA#mCmFmC#GBD

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

D#GBmDD#CmB

Really, though, like, really, though

GmD#CmBmD#C#BmB

Really, though, like, really, though

C#mCA#mDF#C#C#mBm

They say I got the city on fire

F#mC#A#mCmFmC#EBmD

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

D#GFD#C#mBG

Really, though, like, really, though

CmBmBF#mA#m

Really, though, like, really, though

F#A#mF#mC#CmD#Bm

Life is like an appetite of truth and dare, I double dare ya

BF#mC#GG#C#

Life to end in vain before the end is near

GmBm

See, I can hear you crying

C#GF#mF

Silence sittin' in the dark

DC#D#B

Holdin' crosses 'cross your heart

C#mCmF#m

Sin is such a work of art

GCmBmBFm

Watch out for the love lost

F

Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand

DFm

Things a nigga do for thousands

BC#D#

Made a million countin' sheep

CmC#

Gave it all to public housin'

BmDD#Cm

Takin' off to Abu Dhabi

GmFmBm

Beamin' up the motor, Scotty

BDD#Cm

Talkin' to promoters, Scotty

AmG

Everybody know it's Gotti

BmG#C#F#Bm

Murder one, you've heard of 'em

DD#mEm

The rev undid, the all day madness

BDCmBmF#mBmG

Got it off to wipe it off, the evidence, the blood on mattress

BG#FmG#m

Big power, big stages

CmG#CmFmG#

My zoo cannot fit the cages

BDCG

This booth is not used to fakin'

CDD#C#B

My crew just love confrontation

GmG#D

I chewed the face off the laces

C#D

I moved the weight from the waitress

BDCmG

I chef the pot that made poison

FmDD#GmBm

I cooked then kicked all the patients

G#mDD#Cm

My bitch is way beyond basic

FD#FmBmBAmFG#m

That's life insurance, car insurance, good pussy insurance

GBC#D#Bm

Ayy, look what we're endurin'

D#mGmF#F#m

Ayy, ridin' in foreigns

DD#G#BmBDG#

Ayy, K-Dot, four years, I got the same watch

FD#mC#G#

But it's the real watch and that bitch fire

BG#EmCm

Speed Racer waitin' outside

DCmD#

The roof on it like a tank top

CmBDD#Cm

Countin' money, watchin' paint dry

GmA#D#C#mB

When I'm done is when the rain stops, uh

C#GDmDC#D#BmB

They say I got the city on fire

F#mG#mF#F#mC#Bm

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

DCmGFD#B

Really, though, like, really, though

GmD#CmBmD#C#BmA#m

Really, though, like, really, though

F#F#mA#C#C#mBF#m

They say I got the city on fire

GA#mCmFmC#GBD

I ain't boomin', that's a goddamn lie, woah

D#GBmDFmG#mB

Really, though, like, really, though (Good, hood)

GmCmBmBC#G

Really doe, like really doe

A#D#mCmFD#DmG#m

I wish you mother****in' would

A#BmA#mD#mB

Listen, wish a mother****er would, Brown

G#GG#m

I had to put my foot down

Bm

It's like I'm popping a clutch

CmD#mG#FCm

Your hate palpable, your jaw full of dust

CBCmEC#m

You gon' keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?

A#mBD#mGmF#CmDG#m

And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge

CmBmFC#mCmC#

You a mouse that the falcon picked up

D#mFmF#BDCCmF#m

So disrespect will get you checked like the top of the month

DC#CmBmFC#mF

I was a liar as a kid so now I'm honest as ****

CmGD#mEmC#BEEm

And I never pass my mama no blunt

AmD#mDCm

And kept my head straight

D#BmBC#CmF#mGBC#

Listen, deadweight never been a problem to dunk

CmBmEmBmCGmD#

Look, I just broke up with my bitch 'cause we ain't argue enough

CmBC#CmBFmC#

I keep it dirty as a spliff my uncle Alchemist puff

C#mBmA#mC#D#F#mBmD#mEm

I strike a birdie on 'em, while I hit your mouth with the club

D#BBmFmCmBmCm

I wake up early on 'em, gettin' out the house is a must

GFC#mCmFmCm

It's like a sweaty pit, sweaty sick, countin' your dubs

BG#CGCmFmC#C#m

Either that or you gon' catch me on a mountain with monks

BmD#mF#A#mF#GmA#D#

Loungin', ask your girl why her mouth on my nuts

GmBF#mCmBCFmCm

You've been the same mother****er since 2001

C#mBmBG#CCmG#D#mCm

Well it's the left-handed shooter, Kyle Lowry the pump

BD#CCmFmC#

I'm at your house like, "Why you got your couch on my Chucks?"

CFmEm

Mother****er

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《Really Doe》調性為 C 小調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 B、Cm、Bm、D#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）

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〈Really Doe〉和弦與演奏解析

和弦組成

AI 從〈Really Doe〉的音訊辨識出 24 種和弦，全曲約 5 分 17 秒，換和弦 746 次，平均每分鐘換 141.1 次，以每分鐘 161 拍計算，大約每 1.1 拍換一次和弦。

依出現時間長短排序，用得最多的是 B（VII，約 12%）、Cm（i，約 10%）、Bm（vii，約 9%）、D#（bIII，約 8%）、C#（bII，約 8%）。括號裡是以 C 小調為準的級數，用得最多的是 VII 級的 B，主和弦 Cm 佔 10%。

調內和弦佔全曲時間的 36%，調外和弦以 B（VII，12%）、Bm（vii，9%）、C#（bII，8%）最明顯，是這首歌和聲色彩變化的來源。

最常出現的和弦進行

〈Really Doe〉重複最多次的四和弦進行是 A#m → Cm → Fm → C#（級數 bvii → i → iv → bII），全曲出現 5 次，第一次大約在 1 分 7 秒的位置，這幾段加起來約佔全曲換和弦的 3%。

吉他彈奏建議

用原調 C 彈，開放和弦（不用按封閉的 C、D、E、G、A、Am、Dm、Em）約佔 18% 的時間，需要按封閉或較難的和弦有 B、Cm、Bm、D#。

建議夾 Capo 1、改用 Bm 的指型彈，聲音一樣是原調，開放和弦比例可提高到 35%，對新手比較友善。

以上數字由魔鏡 AI 從音訊自動分析的和弦與旋律計算，僅供參考。

主要和弦按法：B Cm Bm D#C#D

Kendrick Lamar全部吉他譜：原調、Capo 與難易度 →

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常見問題

Really Doe是誰唱的？

Really Doe由Kendrick Lamar演唱，完整歌詞與歌曲解析可在魔鏡歌詞網查看。

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