M.A.A.D City

M.A.A.D City - R & B Chartstars

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 my

Where your grandma stay huh my

This maad city I run my

Brace yourself I'll take you on

A trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how

I'm slinging or move

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 L boogs and yan yan

Y G lucky ride down rosecrans

It got ugly

Waving your 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

Saying that he did it

But ever since that day

I was looking 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 shooting for if you ain't walking up

You punk

Picking up the pump picking off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets coming from

AK's AR's aye Y'all duck

That's what momma said

When we was eating the free lunch

Aw man god

All hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in ninety four

Your truce

Now crawl your 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

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 calling your mother collect

They say the governor collect

All of our taxes except

When we in traffic and tragic happens

That sh*t ain't no threat

You moving backwards if you

Suggest that you sleep with a tec

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial

I guess maad city

Man down where you from

Who you know where you from my

Where your grandma stay huh my

This maad city I run my

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 your punk a** up

It ain't nothing but a compton thang

G yeah

Real simple and plain

I'mma teach you some lessons about the street

Hood

Ain't nothing but a compton thang

G yeah

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 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

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

G yeah

W**d been mixing sh*t since the eighty's loc

Sherm sticks butt nakeds dip

Make a flip

Cluck heads all up and down the block

One time's crooked and

Block in

Alondra rosecrans bullis it's compton

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

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 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 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 grands where

A stand

If I told you I killed 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 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 with deposits

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

Maad city

Compton