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Verse 1
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If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down
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Seem like the whole city go against me
Verse 2
"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!"
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"Man down
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"Fuck who you know, where you from,
Verse 3
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Brace yourself, I'll take you on
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crack or move cocaine
plenty Cognac and major pain
but the stress that weighing on your brain
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It got ugly, waving your hand out the window,
check yo self
dance with society
Seen a light-skinned nigga nigga
Now this is not a tape re
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cording saying that he did it
But ever since that day,
I was lookin' at him different
That was back when I was nine
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pack a van with four guns at a time
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With the sliding door, fuck is up?
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walkin up you fuckin' punk?
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from
'94, fuck yo' truce
Bgs up to pre-approve,
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bodies bodies on top of bodies
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Obviously the coroner between
all of our taxes except
When we in traffic and tragic happens,
that shit ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest
Verse 4
m.A.A.d city
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my nigga?"
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"Where your grandma stay,
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huh, my nig ga?"
Verse 5
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If Pirus and Crips all got along
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by the end of this song
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Seem like the whole city go against me
"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!
Verse 6
It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea
Real simple and plain
"Let me teach you some lessons
about the street
(Smoke somethin', nigga)
Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? Nah,
nah, nah, fuck that, nah)
Ain't nothin but a Compton
thang
Chyea (we got five on it)
How we do
Verse 7
was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room
of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's 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 leaving
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 (wassup?)
Cocaine laced in marijuana
And they wonder why
I rarely smoke now
Imagine if your first blunt had
you foaming at the mouth
I was straight tweaking the next
weekend we broke even
I made allegiance that made a promise
to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still
won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human
sacrifice (yeah)
Verse 8
Nigga's been mixing shit since
the 80's, 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
Verse 9
Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)
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
doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can
smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in in the
hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
the fucking spray-can
Shots Shots in the crowd
then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay,
the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
Mount up regulators in the whip
Down the boulevard with
the pistol grip (chyea)
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's
Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's
where motherfuckers stand
Verse 10
would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick
you seen in the street
With a basketball and some Now
& 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 being
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 vandalizing the option of living a lie,
drown their body with toxins
Constantly drinking 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, U.S.A. Made me an angel on angel dust,
what? (Compton)
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m.A.A.d city
Verse 12
Compton
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Nigga, pass Dot the bottle,
damn
You ain't the one that got fucked
up
What you holdin' it for?
Niggas always actin'
unsensitive and shit
Nigga, that ain't no word
Nigga, shut up
Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that
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