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Falcons
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Performer
RICHTANNER®
Remixer
Art of Noise
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Lyrics
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear
"Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk"
Man down, where you from?
Who you know where you from?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?
This m.A.A.d city I run
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' - or move -
This is cul de sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weigh in on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window check yourself
Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned - with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where - hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different
That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine
Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime
Pack a van with four guns at a time
With the sliding door, f- is up?
F- you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f- punk?
Pickin' up the f- pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a d- or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ay, y'all, duck"
That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, -damn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, f- yo' truce
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve
Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs
Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct
Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh- ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
m.A.A.d. city
Man down, where you from?
Who you know where you from?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?
This m.A.A.d city I run
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in the street, I hear
"Yawk, yawk, yawk"
Wake yo' punk a- up
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, real simple and plain
Let me teach you some lessons about the street
(Smoke somethin')
Hood (sup, cuz?)
It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang
G-yeah, how we do
Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad
Sleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad
Reality struck, I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole, two - hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out, cuz)
My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him
Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'
In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends
To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in
Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (sup?)
Laced in marijuana (yah)
And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth
I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'
You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life
Kendrick a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice
G-yeah
Been mixin' sh- since the '80s, loc
Sticks, butt-
Dip, make a n- flip
Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh-
One time's crooked and sh-
Block a n- in
Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton
I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool
The hood took me under, so I follow the rules
But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
And n- that rep colors is doin' the same thang
Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me
A couple drive bys in the hood lately (g-yeah)
Couple of IV's with the f- spray can
Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
Crew, I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
Mount up, regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with the - grip, g-yeah
Trip, we in the hood still
So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's where a motherf- stand
If I told you I killed a n- at 16, would you believe me?
Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?
If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill 'em all if they gossip
The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option
Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinkin' and drive
Hit the -, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye
Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide
Out that b- with deposit
A price on his head, the tithes
Probably go to the projects
I live inside the belly of the rough
Compton, USA
Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?
m.A.A.d city
Compton
Pass Dot the bottle, damn
You ain't the one that got f- up
What you holdin' it for?
Always actin' unsensitive and sh-
That ain't no word
Shut up
Hey, Dot, you good my n-?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that
Written by: Axel Morgan, Kendrick Lamar, Mark Spears, Ricci Riera
