Lirik Kendrick Lamar m.A.A.d city
- 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 recorder 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
- Or warn the 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 cornbread, 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 wit 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 like, ”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 a legion then 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
- Shine sticks, buck 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 spraycan
- 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 10 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'm mashing 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, drive they 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 the pies
- And the price on his head, the tots 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
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