(+) m.A.A.d city
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 weighing on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?],
YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out
the window.
Check yo self
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 recording
saying 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, 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, "Aye y'all. Duck."
That's what momma said
when we was eatin the free lunch
Aw man, God damn,
all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94.
Fuck yo truce
Now crawl yo head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces
BG's up to pre-approve, bodies
on top of bodies
IV's on top of IV's
Obviously the coroner between
the sheets like the Isleys
When you hop on that trolley
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're corporate,
or they'll be calling
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
Chyea
Real simple and plain
I'mma teach you some lessons
about the street
It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
Chyea
How we do
Fresh outta school
cause I was a high school grad
Sleeping in the living room
in 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
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
because 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
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
Cocaine, weed
Nigga's been mixing shit
since the 80's loc
Sherm sticks, butt nakeds
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
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 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 the hood lately
Couple of IV's
with the fucking spray can
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
Trip, we in the hood still
So loc, grab a strap cause yeah,
it's so real
Deal with the outcome,
a strap in the hand
And a bird and ten grand's
where motherfuckers stand
If I told you I killed a nigga at 16,
would you believe me?
Or see me to be innocent Kendrick
that 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 them all if they gossip,
the Children of the Corn
They realizing 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;
this a coward,
the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out
that bitch with deposits
And the 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