Kendrick Lamar MAD City (feat. MC Eiht) (Prod. by THC)

Текст песни "Kendrick Lamar — MAD City (feat. MC Eiht) (Prod. by THC)"

[Intro/Bridge]
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

[ScHoolBoy Q]
"YACK! YACK! YACK! YACK!"

[Hook]
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck you, where you from my nigga"
"No, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
This m.A.A.d city like, "Run, my nigga."

[Verse 1]
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 congnac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog[?], and Yaya[?] watchin Lucky ride down Rosecrantz
It got ugly, wavin yo 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
Packed to stand on every porch was 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 trollie
Make sure your colors correct
Make sure you're cornbread, 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 wit a Teck
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city

[Hook]

[Intro/Bridge]

[ScHoolBoy Q]
"YACK! YACK! YACK!-

(static)

[MC Eiht]
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

[Verse 2]
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 dahsed
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 with marijuana
And they wonder why I really don't smoke now
Imagine if your first blood 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.