Karaoké m.A.A.d city Kendrick Lamar & MC Eiht

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 nigga

Fuck who you know

Where you from my nigga

Where your grandma stay

Huh my nigga

This m.A.A.d city I run my nigga

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how

I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty

Cognac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant but the stress that weighin' 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 nigga 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 slidin' door

Fuck is up

Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up you fuckin' punk

Pickin' up the fuckin' pump

Pickin' off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets comin' from

AK's, AR's

Ayy y'all duck

That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch

Aw man goddamn

All hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in ninety-four, fuck 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 shit 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 nigga

Fuck who you know

Where you from my nigga

Where your grandma stay

Huh my nigga

This m.A.A.d. city I run my nigga

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-ass up

It ain't nothin' but a

Compton thang yeah

Real simple and plain

Let me teach you some lessons about the street

Hood

Ain't nothin' but a Compton thang

Yeah

How we do

Fresh outta school 'cos 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 niggas hopped out on foot and dashed

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 'cos 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

Cocaine laced in marijuana

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

Yeah

Cocaine, weed

Niggas been mixin' shit since the eighties loc

Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds

Dip

Make a nigga flip

Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit

One time's crooked and shit

Block a nigga in

Alondra

Rosecrans, Bullis

It's Compton

I'm still in the hood loc

Yeah that's cool

Shit 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 niggas 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

Couple of IV's with the fuckin' 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 pistol grip

Trip

We in the hood still so loc grab a strap 'cos yeah it's so real

Deal with the outcome

A strap in the hand

And a bird and ten grand's where a motherfucker stand

If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen 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 powder then watch this flame that arrive in his eye

Listen coward the concept is aim and then bang it and slide

Out that bitch 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

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