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m.A.A.d city (Edited Version) - Kendrick Lamar/MC Eiht
Lyrics by：Kendrick Lamar/M. Spears/Ricci Riera/Axel Morgan/A. Tyler
Composed by：Kendrick Lamar/M. Spears/Ricci Riera/Axel Morgan/A. Tyler
Produced by：Sounwave
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?
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 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 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 is up?
You shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up punk?
Pickin' up the pump pickin' off you suckers
Suck a or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin' from AKs ARs"Aye y'all duck"
That's what Momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94 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 colors 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 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?
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 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 living room of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two 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 '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
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 will never know my life
Kendrick a.k.a."Compton's Human Sacrifice"
G-yeah
Been mixin' since the '80s loc
Sherm sticks butt-nakeds
Dip make a flip
Cluckheads all up and down the block and
One time's crooked and
Block a in
Alondra Rosecrans Bullis it's Compton
I'm still in the hood loc yeah that's cool
G-yeah
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 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 IVs with the 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 stand
If I told you I killed a at sixteen would you believe me?
Or see 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 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 up
What you holdin' it for?
Always actin' unsensitive
That ain't no word
Shut up
Hey Dot you good my?
Don't even trip
Just lay back and drink that
