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Correct m.A.A.d city Lyrics
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(feat. MC Eiht) [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] "Yock! Yock! Yock! Yock! " [Hook] "Mandown 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." [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-Boogy, Yaya, YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt It got ugly wavin yo hand out the window. Check yo self. Uh, warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The tribe received the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same crib they stay, 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] "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck you." "No, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" This M.A.A.D city like, "Run, my nigga." [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] "Yock! Yock! Yock! — (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 niggas 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 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 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 A.K.A. Compton's human sacrifice [Interlude: MC Eiht] G-yeah, cocaine, weed. Niggas 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 3: MC Eiht] 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-by's in the hood lately Couple of I.V.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, hearts 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 grands where a mothafucka stand [Verse 4] If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, 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 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 they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits 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 [Skit] – Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain't the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting 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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