Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Vocals
Erik Griggs
Erik Griggs
Bass
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Semenov
D. Semenov
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Brandon Paak Anderson
Brandon Paak Anderson
Songwriter
Christopher Martin
Christopher Martin
Songwriter
M. Ricks II
M. Ricks II
Songwriter
Sly Jordan
Sly Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
DJ Premier
Producer
BMB SpaceKid
BMB SpaceKid
Additional Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Carl M. Cartagena
Carl M. Cartagena
Assistant Engineer
Dmitry Zaytsev
Dmitry Zaytsev
Engineer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Mixing Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Engineer
Quentin Gilkey
Quentin Gilkey
Engineer
Victor Luevanos
Victor Luevanos
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, said
[Verse 2]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks
I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree
The upper-class hate, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad?
Laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons
Stomping down quick, come on
[Verse 3]
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we fucking shit up, come on
[Verse 4]
Bullets still ringing
Blood on the cement
Black folks grieving
Headlines reading
Trying to pay it no mind
You just living your life
Everyone is a witness
Everyone got opinions
Got a son of my own
Look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear
But I'm holding him tight
Got a son of my own
Look him right in his eyes
I ain't living in fear
But I'm holding him tight
[Verse 5]
Damn!
Why the fuck are they after me?
Maybe 'cause I'm a bastard
Or maybe 'cause of the way my hair grow naturally
Still trying to figure out
Why the fuck I'm full of rage
I think I noticed this bullshit right around the fifth grade
Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switchblade
Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid
But I'm a product of the system, raised on government aid
And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid
Just a young black man from Compton, wondering who could save us
And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us
So many rental cars with bricks
I think they probably funded Avis
Some of us was unbalanced but some of us used our talents, shit
Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling
Stay back ****
We need a little bit of payback
(Payback)
Don't treat me like an animal 'cause all this shit is flammable
Don't fuck around 'cause when it's done it's done, fuck you
[Verse 6]
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
Come on
[Verse 7]
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we fucking shit up, come on
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we fucking shit up, come on
[Verse 8]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks no gimmicks
I be stomping down down down down down demons
Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
Where the people disagree
The upper-class hate, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumping on a fad?
Laying in a ditch
I be stomping down demons
Stomping down quick
And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain
[Verse 9]
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fucking shit up, come on
And please don't come around these parts
And tell me that we all a bunch of animals
The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
Is when we're fucking shit up, come on
[Verse 10]
Yeah, this the DJ mother fucking premier
And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)
What, primo
Yeah, we fucking shit up
No, we don't play no games here, motherfucker please
Aftermath
One of the reasons that me and you click
We don't lose
I always win
Let's face it, you basic, boy
For real a
For real a
For real a
Professional winners
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For real a
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Brandon Paak Anderson, Christopher Martin, D. Semenov, King Mez, S. Jordan, Sylvester Jordan, Jr.
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