m.A.A.d City

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[Intro]If Pirus and Crips all got alongThey’d probably gun me down by the end of this songSeem like the whole city go against meEvery time I’m in the street I hear
[ScHoolBoy Q]“YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!”
[Hook]“Man downWhere you from, nigga?”“F*** 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
[Verse 1]Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory laneThis is not a rap on how I’m slingin crack or move cocaineThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major painNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brainIt was Me, O-Boog [?], and Yaya [?], YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo selfUh, warriors and ConansHope euphoria can slow dance with societyThe driver seat the first one to get killedSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown outAt the same burger stand, where hang outNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did itBut ever since that day, I was lookin at him differentThat was back when I was nineJoey packed the ninePakistan on every porch is fineWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a timeWith the sliding door, F*** is up?F*** you shootin for if you ain’t walkin up?You F***in punk, pickin up the F***in pumpPickin off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punchOr warn the bullets comin fromAK’s, AR’s, “aye y’all. Duck.”That’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunchAw man, God damn, all hell broke looseYou killed my cousin back in ’94. F*** yo truceNow crawl yo head in that nooseYou wind up dead on the newsAin’t no peace treaty, just piecesBG’s up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodiesIV’s on top of IV’sObviously the coroner between the sheets like the IsleysWhen you hop on that trolleyMake sure your colors correctMake sure you’re cornbread, or they’ll be calling your mother collectThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes exceptWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain’t no threatYou movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a TecGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guessM.A.A.d city
[Hook]“Man downWhere you from, nigga?”“F*** 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.”
[Bridge]If Pirus and Crips all got alongThey’d probably gun me down by the end of this songSeem like the whole city go against meEvery time I’m in the street I hear
[ScHoolBoy Q]“YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
[MC Eiht]Wake yo punk ass up!It ain’t nothin but a Compton thangChyeaReal simple and plainI’mma teach you some lessons about the streetIt ain’t nothin but a Compton thangChyeaHow we do
[Verse 2]Fresh outta school cause I was a high school gradSleeping in the living room in my momma’s padReality struck I seen the white car crashHit the light pole two nigga’s hopped out on foot and dashedMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed himSecurity guard for a month and ended up leavingIn fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friendsTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked inProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown upCocaine laced in marijuanaAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke nowImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouthI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke evenI made a legion then made a promise to see you bleedingYou know the reasons but still won’t ever know my lifeKendrick AKA Compton’s human sacrifice
[Mc Eiht]Cocaine, weedNigga’s been mixing shit since the 80’s locShine sticks, buck nakedsMake a nigga flipCluck heads all up and down the block and shitOne time’s crooked and shitBlock a nigga inAlondra, Rosecrans, BullisI’m still in the hoodLoc yeah that’s coolThe hood took me under so I follow the rulesBut yeah that’s like me, I grew up in the hood where they bangAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thingPass it to the left so I can smoke on meA couple drive-bys in the hood latelyCouple of IV’s with the F***ing spraycanShots in the crowd then everybody ranCrew I’m finna slay, the street life I craveShots hit the enemy, harsh turn braveMount up regulators in the whipDown the boulevard with the pistol gripTrip, we in the hood stillSo loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it’s so realDeal with the outcome, a strap in the handAnd a bird and 10 grand’s where motherF***ers stand
[Kendrick Lamar]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 streetWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eatIf 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 sleepWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctorInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostageKill them all if they gossip, the Children of the CornThey realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxinsConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flameThat arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim andThey bang it and slide out that bitch with the piesAnd the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projectsI live inside the belly of the roughCompton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what
[Skit]

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Good Kid

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The Recipe (Feat. Dr. Dre)

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The Art Of Peer Pressure

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Cloud 10

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Money Trees

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Swimming Pools (Drank)

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Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

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Backseat Freestyle

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Poetic Justice Feat Drake

[Intro]Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get itSay if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up highTell ’em dim the lights down right now, put me in the moodI’m talking ’bout dark room, perfumeGo, go!
[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]I recognize your fragrance (hol’ up!)You ain’t never gotta say shit (woo!)And I know your taste isA little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)Everybody else basicYou live life on an everyday basisWith poetic justice, poetic justiceIf I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?I mean write poems in these songs dedicated to youAnd you’re in the mood for empathy, theres blood in my penBetter yet when your friends and themI really wanna know you allI really wanna show you offFuck that, pour up plenty of champagneCold nights when you curse this nameYou called up your girlfriends andY’all curled in that little bitty range I heard thatShe wanna go and party, She wanna go and partyNigga don’t approach her with that AtariNigga that ain’t good game, homie, sorryThey say conversation, rule a nation, I can tellBut I can never right my wrongs‘less I write it down for real, P.S
[Hook x2: Kendrick Lamar]You can get it, you can get itYou can get it, you can get itAnd I know just know just know just know just know justWhat you want, Poetic Justice, put it in a song
[Verse 2: Drake]I really hope you play thisCause ol’ girl you test my patienceWith all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacationsYou’ve been takenClearly a lot for me to take inIt don’t make senseYoung East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other manI was trying to put you on game, put you on a planeTake you and your mama to the motherlandI could do it, maybe one dayWhen you figure out you’re gonna need someoneWhen you figure out it’s all right here in the cityAnd you don’t run from where we come fromThat sound like Poetic Justice, Poetic JusticeYou were so new to this life but God damn you got adjustedI mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sexYour natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh!)Good God, what you doing that walk for?When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk moreAnd they say communication saves relations, I can tellBut I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for realP.S…
[Hook]
[Verse 3 : Kendrick Lamar]Every time I write these words they become a tabooMaking sure my punctuation curveEvery letter is trueLiving my life in the margin and that metaphor was proofI’m talking poetic justice, poetic justiceIf I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?I mean you need to hear thisLove is not just a verb, It’s you looking in the mirrorLove is not just a verb, It’s you looking poor maybeCall me crazy, We can both be insaneA fatal attraction is commonAnd what we have common is painI mean you need to hear thisLove is not just a verb and I can see power steeringSex drive when you swerve, I want that interferenceIt’s coherent, I can hear it, mmhmmThat’s your heartbeatIt either caught me or it called me, mmhmmBreathe slow and you’ll find gold mines in these linesSincerely, yours trulyAnd right before you go blindP.S…..
[Hook]
[Skit]“I’m gon’ ask you one more time homie, where is you from? Or it is a problem”“Ay you over here for Sherane homie?”“Yo I don’t care who this nigga over here for, if he don’t tell where he come, it’s a wrap! I’m sorry”“Hol’ up hol’ up hol’ up, we gon’ do it like this, OK? I’mma tell you where I’m from, you gon’ tell me where you from, OK? Or where your Grandma stay, where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, OK?”“Enough with all this talkin”“Matter of fact, get out the van homie. Get out the car before I snatch you out that mother fucker homie”

Good Kid

[Hook: Pharrell]Mass hallucination babyIll education babyWant to reconnect with your relationsThis is your station baby
[Verse 1]Look inside these walls and you see them having withdrawalsOf a prisoner on his wayTrapped inside your desireTo fire bullets that strayTrack a tire just tell you I’m tired and ran awayI should ask a choir what do you requireTo sing a song that acquire me to have faithAs the record spin I should prayFor the record I recognize that I’m easily preyI got ate alive yesterdayI got animosity buildingIt’s probably big as a buildingMe jumping off of the roofIs just me playing it safeBut what am I supposed to doWhen the topic is red or blueAnd you understand that I ain’tBut know I’m accustomed toJust a couple that look for troubleAnd live in the street with rankNo better picture to paint than me walking from bible studyAnd called his homies because he had said he noticed my faceFrom a function that tooken placeThey was wondering if I bangStep on my neck and get blood on your Nike checksI don’t mind because one day you respectThe good kid, m.A.A.d. city
[Hook]
[Verse 2]All I see is strobe lightsBlinding me in my hindsightFinding me by myselfPromise me you can helpIn all honesty I got time to be copaceticAnd finally made decision to hold me against my willIt was like a head on collision that folded me standing stillI can never pick out the difference? or cop on the billEvery time you clock in the morningI feel you just want to killAll my innocence while ignoring my purposeTo persevere as a better personI know you heard this and probably in fearBut what am I supposed to doWith the blinking of red and blueFlash from the top of your roofAnd your dog has to say proofAnd you ask “lift up your shirt”Cause you wonder if a tattooOf affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me throughGang files, but that don’t matter because the matter is racial profileI heard them chatter: “He’s probably young but I know that he’s down”Step on his neck as hard as your bullet proof vestHe don’t mind, he know we never respectThe good kid, m.A.A.d. city
[Hook]
[Verse 3]All I see in this room20 Xanies and these ‘shroomsGrown-up candy for painCan we live in the same societyIt’s entirely stressful upon my brainYou hired me as a victimI quietly hope for changeWhen violence is the rhythmInspired me to obtainThe silence in this roomWith 20 Xanies and ‘shroomsSome grown-up candy I lost itI feel it’s nothing to loseThe streets sure to release the worst side of my bestDon’t mind, cause now you ever in debtTo good kid, m.A.A.d. city
[Hook]

The Recipe (Feat. Dr. Dre)

[Sample: Twin Sister – “Meet The Frownies”]
Smoking this weed with you..
Like you taught me to.

 

[Dr Dre]
Every morning when I wake up
Uh, money on my mind
Good times and get caked up
Sunshine coming through my blinds, I’m living but
Really though, it’s never enough
10 milly on, that’s a must
Living in California, everybody wanna visit for…

 

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
Women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
Women, weed and weather
Women, weed and weather

 

These niggas’ll kill for that
Put it in your grill for that
Still everybody gotta build for that
Me, I make mills off that
How the fuck can’t ya’ll see I ride
When I drive, down the block and you look outside
H-A-T-E in your eyes
I enter big money for the enterprise
It’s a beautiful day I guess
For a bitch to roll with Andre I guess
Roll it up, baby gon lift that dress
Then roll it up for me when I’m stressed

 

[Kendrick Lamar]
You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

 

[Hook]
Women, weed and weather
They come for
Women, weed and weather
For the women, weed and weather
From all around the world for the
Women, weed and weather
Got that women, weed and weather
Yo, it sound clever, come and play
Wh-what more can I say
Welcome to LA

 

[Kendrick Lamar]
My nigga said he wanna fly out to get him some
3W’s only for a three day run
Bitch, take the muthaf-cking panties off you ain’t no nun, shit
I be living in the sky every time I ride by them hoes
Ribbon in the sky on the radio cause Stevie know I control
Let it breath
I control, California living til I am old
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
So the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
She in the coupe cause she in the neon
Cause she on the BS before we can start
Fuck with a nigga, ride with a nigga
Let ’em know the priority order me
Hennessy, and for my niggas OG Killa
Call it Jason Vorhees, boy he,
On his job, boy he sure be havin’ them marks on they marks
Pretty bitches and tyre marks
Let ’em inhale the pipe exhausts
Let ’em reveal how much it cost
For this life controlling my vice
No way hell no, uh uh
If I’m wrong than I wanna be right
You want to be one, to peak on the chart
Sso the peons can be gone and pee on their hearts
Women, weed, weather, it’s not my fault that its 82 degrees
And my top peeled off

 

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

 

[Hook]

 

[Dr Dre]
Known for that homegrown where I come from
Smoke one, palm trees
Double D’s got ’em topless in the sun
I shall proceed, that’s me, muthafuck your opinion
How many ways am I killin’ ’em
Shit, right around a billion
We on it, that mean we living for the moment
That mean she’ll fuck til the morning
Time and I got time and I know that I’m in a position of controlling anything
I buy that ocean, I’mma boss I’ll buy that ocean
Ain’t nobody fucking with this

 

[Kendrick Lamar]
They want that shit, they often fiend
I give it to ’em but in between, my time
I gotta tie shoestrings
Life’s a trip when you want these things
I often slip and then I lean towards 3 W’s and life
You know blow job need an application
Eating pussy make appetite
And yeah my type, I like ’em brown
Just like my drink, the fuck you think
I don’t fuck wit’ no hand me downs
See if you fuck than its after me
You know how much I’mma make it work?
You know her dress, her purse
When you discussed your love for lust
Just make sure you visit here first
Cali

 

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss
New Orleans and then Miami
Party in New York
Texas I be screwed up, chi town I be really pimpin’
But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living

 

[Hook]

The Art Of Peer Pressure

Me and my niggas four deep in a white ToyotaA quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange sodaJanky stash box when the Federales will roll upBasketball shorts with the Gonzales Park odorWe on the mission for bad bitches in troubleI hope the universe love you todaycause the energy we bringing sure to carry awaya flock of positive activists and fill their body with hate, if it’s necessaryBumping Jeezy’ first album, looking distractedSpeaking language only we know, you think it’s an accentThe windows roll down, all I see is a hand pass itHot-boxing like George Foreman grilling the massesof the working world, we pulled up on a bunch of working girlsand asked them what they working with, look at meI got the blunt in my mouth, usually I’m drug-freeBut shit, I’m with the homies
(Yeah nigga, we off of pill and Remy RedCome through and bust ya head nigga)Me and the homies(Sag all the way to the liquor storewhere my niggas pour up fo’ and get twisted some more)Me and the homies(I ride for my motherfucking niggasHop out, do my stuff, then hop back in)Me and the homies(Matter of fact, I hope out that motherfuckerand be like, do-do-do-do! Do-do-do-do-do!)
It’s 2:30 and the sun is beamingAir conditioner broke, and I hear my stomach screamingHungry for anything unhealthy, and if nutrition can help meI’ll tell you to suck my dick, then I’ll continue eatingWe speeding on the 4-0-5, passing WestchesterYou know the light-skinned girls in all their little dresses, good LordThey knew we weren’t from round therecause every time we down there, we pulling out the Boost Mobile sim cardsBougie bitches with no extensionsHood niggas with bad intentions, the perfect combinationBefore we sparked the conversationWe seen three niggas in colors we didn’t like, then started interrogatingI never was a gangbangerI mean I never was stranger to the folk neither, I really doubt itRush a nigga quick, and then we laugh about itThat’s ironic cause I’ve never been violentuntil I’m with the homies
(Just riding, just riding)Me and the homies(Bullshitting, acting a fool)Me and the homies(Tripping, really tripping)Me and the homies(Just riding, just riding, just riding)
Bragging bout the episode we just hadA shot of Hennessy didn’t make me feel that badI’m usually a true firm believer of bad karmaConsequences from evil will make your past haunt yaWe tryna conquer the city with disobedienceQuick to turn it up, beefing if we ain’t got the CD inBut Jeezy still playing and our attitude is still, nigga what is you saying?Pull in front of the house that we’ve been camping out for like two monthsThe sun is going down as we take whatever we wantI hit the back window in search of any NintendoDVDs, plasma screen TVs in the trunkWe made a right, then made a left, then made a rightThen made a left, we was just circling lifeMy mama called, kicking itI should have told her I’m probably bout to catch my first offensewith the homies
[police sirens ring]
But they made a right, then made a left, then made a rightThen another rightOne lucky night with the homies
(And this is the art of peer pressureThis is the art of peer pressure)Me and the homies(This is the art of peer pressureThis is the art of peer pressure)Me and the homies(And this is the art of peer pressureThis is the art of peer pressure)Me and the homies(This is the art of peer pressureThis is the art of peer pressure)

Cloud 10

When the sun fall out the skyAll I have is me in the land of do or dieA three way? peace of mindNow, that’s the ultimate highTell me you love me
Cause I’ve been drinking too much, thinking too muchWe ain’t been keeping in touchFell into lust, where is the love?My independency got tendencies of lack of trustI look at the street corners as my new womanSeductive as you want to be, hands on my new garmentsLuckily, being in denial ain’t the caseCause I know she’s unfaithfulInstead I’m grabbing her waistAnd every part of her I stake forI know you’re finna tapeYou think I’m ungrateful… I knowSelfish as I wanna be and every time you under meI get the vibe you might need some time to grow
[Hook]
Cause I been dreaming too much, thinking too muchWe ain’t been keeping in touchAnd every time that I think of your touchI dream that I’m your punk, give me that rushI’m going like a thief inside the windLord forgive me for my sinsI know she want me more, but I feen for benjaminsShe said I found the root of all evilAnd lost a friendLost in the world of a young boy from comptonThat never knew love because love was never promisedI know… selfish as I wanna beAnd every time I’m under you, me tooNeed time to grow…
[Hook]

Money Trees

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bishHit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bishHome invasion was persuasiveFrom nine to five I know it’s vacant, ya bishDreams of living life like rappers doBack when condom wrappers wasn’t coolI fucked Sherene then went to tell my brosThen Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came onHot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bishParked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bishThe only thing we had to free our mindThen freeze that verse when we see dollar signsYou looking like an easy come up, ya bishA silver spoon I know you come from, ya bishAnd that’s a lifestyle that we never knewGo at a reverend for the revenue
[Hook:]It go Halle Berry or hallelujahPick your poison tell me what you doin’Everybody gon’ respect the shooterBut the one in front of the gun lives foreverAnd I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a wayThrough canals and alleyways, just to sayMoney trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel, now, nowA dollar might just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel, nowA dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel, nowA dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel, nowA dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that’s just how I feel, now
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]Dreams of living life like rappers doBump that new E-40 at the schoolYou know big ballin with my homiesEarl Stevens had us thinking rationalBack to reality we poor, ya bishAnother casualty at war, ya bishTwo bullets in my uncle tony headHe said one day I’d be on tour, ya bishThat Louie’s Burger never be the sameA louis belt will never ease that painBut I’m a purchase when that day is jerkin’Pull off at Church’s with Pirelli’s skirtin’Gang signs out the window, ya bishHoping all of em offend you, ya bishThey say your hood is a pot of goldAnd we gone crash it when nobodies home
[Hook]
[Bridge x2: Anna Wise]Be the last one out to get this dough?, No WayLove one of you bucket headed hoes?, No WayHit the streets, then we break the code? No WayHit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way
[Verse 3: Jay Rock]Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pocketsSanta Claus don’t miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols poppingBaking soda YOLA whipping, ain’t no turkey on ThanksgivingMy homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive himPots with cocaine residue, everyday I’m hustlingWhat else is a thug to do when you eatin’ cheese from the governmentGotta provide for my daughter n’em, get the fuck up out my way, bitchGot that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitchDrop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stashIf they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my assFrom the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking bloodBitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it’s all goodBroken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it isTake your J’s and tell you to kick it where a footlocker isIn the streets with a heater under my dungareesDreams of me getting shaded under a money tree
[Hook]
[Outro]

Swimming Pools (Drank)

[Hook]Pour up, drank, head shot, drankSit down, drank, stand up, drankPass out, drank, wake up, drankFaded, drank, faded, drank
[Verse 1]Now I done grew upRound some people living their life in bottlesGranddaddy had the golden flaskBack stroke every day in ChicagoSome people like the way it feelsSome people wanna kill their sorrowsSome people wanna fit in with the popularThat was my problemI was in the dark roomLoud tunes, looking to make a vow soonThat I’ma get fucked up, fillin’ up my cupI see the crowd moodChanging by the minute and the record on repeatTook a sip, then another sip, then somebody said to me:
[Chorus]Nigga why you babysittin’ only 2 or 3 shots?I’ma show you how to turn it up a notchFirst you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in itPool full of liquor, then you dive in itI wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flockAll the girls wanna play BaywatchI got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in itPool full of liquor I’ma dive in it
[Hook]Pour up, drank, head shot, drankSit down, drank, stand up, drankPass out, drank, wake up, drankFaded, drank, faded, drank
[Verse 2]Okay, now open your mind up and listen to me, KendrickI’m your conscience, if you do not hear meThen you will be history, KendrickI know that you’re nauseous right nowAnd I’m hopin’ to lead you to victory, KendrickIf I take another one downI’ma drown in some poison abusin’ my limitI think that I’m feelin’ the vibeI see the love in her eyes, I see the feelin’The freedom is granted as soon as the damage of vodka arriveThis how you capitalizeThis is parental adviceThen apparently, I’m over influenced by what you are doin’I thought I was doin’ the most then someone said to me
[Chorus]Nigga why you babysittin’ only 2 or 3 shots?I’ma show you how to turn it up a notchFirst you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in itPool full of liquor, then you dive in itI wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flockAll the girls wanna play BaywatchI got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in itPool full of liquor I’ma dive in it
[Hook]Pour up, drank, head shot, drankSit down, drank, stand up, drankPass out, drank, wake up, drankFaded, drank, faded, drank
[Bridge]I ride, you ride, bangOne chopper, one hundred shots, bangHop out. Do you; bang?Two chopper, two hundred shots, bangI ride, you ride, bangOne chopper, one hundred shots, bangHop out, do you, bangTwo chopper, two hundred shots, bang
[Chorus]Nigga why you babysittin’ only 2 or 3 shots?I’ma show you how to turn it up a notchFirst you get a swimming pool full of liquor, then you dive in itPool full of liquor, then you dive in itI wave a few bottles, then I watch em all flockAll the girls wanna play BaywatchI got a swimming pool full of liquor and they dive in itPool full of liquor I’ma dive in it
[Hook]Pour up, drank, head shot, drankSit down, drank, stand up, drankPass out, drank, wake up, drankFaded, drank, faded, drank

Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe

[Hook 1:]I am a sinnerWho’s probably gonna sin againLord forgive meLord forgive meThings I don’t understandSometimes I need to be aloneBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeI can feel your energy from two planets awayI got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yellingBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibe
[Verse 1:]Look inside my soul and you can find gold and maybe get richLook inside of your soul and you can find out it never existI can feel the changesI can feel a new lifeI always knew life can be dangerousI can say that I like a challenge and you tell me it’s painlessYou don’t know what pain isHow can I paint this pictureWhen the color blind is hanging with yaFell on my face and I woke with a scarAnother mistake living deep in my heartBuried on top of my sleeve in a flickI can admit that it did look like yoursWhy you resent every making of thisTell me your purpose is petty againBut even a small lighter can burn a bridgeEven a small lighter can burn a bridge
[Hook 1:]I can feel the changesI can feel the new people around me just want to be famousYou can see that my city found me then put me on stagesTo me that’s amazingTo you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this
[Hook 2:]I am a sinnerWho is probably going to sin againLord forgive meLord forgive meThings I don’t understandSometimes I need to be aloneBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeI can feel your energy from two planets awayI got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yellingBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibe
[Verse 2:]I’m trying to keep it alive and not compromise the feeling we loveYou trying to keep it deprived and only co-sign what radio doesAnd I’m looking right past yaWe live in a world, we live in a world on two different axlesYou live in a world, you living behind the mirrorI know what you scared of, the feeling of feeling emotions inferiorThis shit is vital, I know you had toThis shit is vital, I know you had toDie in a pitiful vain, tell me a watch and a chainIs way more believable, give me a feasible gainRather a seasonal name, I’ll let the people know this is something you can blameOn yourself you can remain, stuck in a boxIma break out and then hide every lockIma break out and then hide every lock
[Hook 2:]I can feel the changesI can feel the new people around me just want to be famousYou can see that my city found me then put me on stagesTo me that’s amazingTo you that’s a quick check, with all disrespect let me say this
[Hook 1:]I am a sinnerWho is probably going to sin againLord forgive meLord forgive meThings I don’t understandSometimes I need to be aloneBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeI can feel your energy from two planets awayI got my drink I got my music I will share it but today I’m yellingBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibe
[Bridge:]You ain’t heard a chorus like this in a long timeDon’t you see that long lineAnd they waiting on Kendrick like the 1st and the 15th3’s in the air I can see you are – in syncHide your feelings, hide your feelings now what you better doI’ll take your girlfriend and put that pussy on a pedestalBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeWalk out the door and they scream it’s aliveMy new year’s resolution is to stop all the pollutionTalk too motherfucking much, I got my drink I got my musicI say – Bitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibeBitch don’t kill my vibe

Backseat Freestyle

[Intro:]Martin had a dreamMartin had a dreamKendrick have a dream
[Hook:]All my life I want money and powerRespect my mind or die from lead showerI pray my dick get big as the Eiffel TowerSo I can fuck the world for 72 hours
[Verse 1:]God damn I feel amazing, damn I’m in the matrixMy mind is living on cloud 9 and this 9 is never on vacationStart up that Maserati and VROOM VROOM! I’m racingPoppin pills in the lobby and I pray they don’t find her nakedAnd I pray you niggas is hating, shooters go after JudasJesus Christ if I live life on my knees, ain’t no need to do thisPark it in front of Lueders, next to that Church’s ChickenAll you pussies is losers, all my niggas is winners, screaming
[Hook]
[Bridge:]Goddamn I got bitches (okay!) damn I got bitches (okay!)Damn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistressAll my life I want money and powerRespect my mind or die from lead showers
[Verse 2:]I’ve got 25 lighters on my dresser, yes sirPut fire to that ass body cast on a stretcherAnd her body got that ass that a ruler couldn’t measureAnd it make me cum fast but I never get embarrassedAnd I recognize you have what I’ve been wanting since that recordThat Adina Howard had pop it fast to impress herShe rollin’ I’m holding my scrotum imposingThis voice here is golden so fuck y’all I goes in and
[Hook]
[Bridge:]Damn I got bitches, damn I got bitchesDamn I got bitches, wifey, girlfriend and mistressAll my life I want money and powerRespect my mind or nigga…
[Verse 3:]It’s go time!!!I roll in dough with a good grindAnd I run at ho with a batonThat’s a relay race with a bouquetThey say, “K, you goin’ marry mines?”Beeitch!!! (no way) Beeitch!!! (no way)Beeitch!!! (no way) Beeitch!!! (okay)I’m never living life confinedIt’s a failure even if I’m blindI can tell ya who what when where howTo sell ya game right on timeBeeitch!!! (go play) Beeitch!!! (go play)Beeitch!!! (go play) Beeitch!!! I look like OJKilling everything from pussy to a mothafuckin’ Hit-Boy beatShe pussy poppin’ and I got options like an audible, I beC-O-M-P-T-O-N I win then ball at your defeatC-O-M-P-T-O-N my city mobbin’ in the street, yellin’
[Hook][Bridge]
[Outro:]Martin had a dreamMartin had a dreamKendrick have a dream

Black Boy Fly

[Intro]So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga you made it.”So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga I hate it.”So I’m saying “What up what up. Nigga I hate it.”Frustrated and I’m riding down the back streetsMaking my conscious ask me“Would I survive to make it up out this hole in time?”Black boy flyBlack boy flyBlack-black boy flyBlack boy fly
[Verse 1]I used to be jealous of Aaron AfflaloI used to be jealous of Aaron AfflaloHe was the one to followHe was the only leader foreseeing brighter tomorrowsHe would live in the gymWe was living in sorrowTotal envy of himHe made a dream become a realityActually making it possible to swimHis way out of Compton with further more to accomplishGraduate with honors, a sponsor of basketball scholarsIt’s 2004 and I’m watching him score 30Remember vividly how them victory points had hurt meCause every basket was a reaction or a reminderThat we was just moving backwardsThe bungalow where you find usThe art of us ditching classes heading nowhere fastStick my head inside the study hall, he focused on mathDetermination ambition, plus dedication and wisdomQualities he was given was the shit we didn’t haveDug inside of his book bag and Coach Palmer asked for his finalsHe had his back like a spinal meanwhileWe singing the same old song spinning the vinyl11 graders gone wrongHe focused on the NBA we focused on some PatronNow watch that black boy fly
[Hook]Black boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy flyWatch that black boy flyBlack boy…
[Verse 2]I used to jealous of JayceonI used to jealous of Jayceon – Taylor when I was youngTaylor made a career out of music from writing songsA Buick had driven past bumping him when I mowed the lawnMoney laundering hustling, homies pondering up againstSchemes to make a million even if doing you harmWar’s the case and just in case you wasn’t alarmedThe city had fought with firearms and many had died before dawnIts 2004 and I’m hearing the people roarFor the name of The Game they line in front of the storeSwap meets selling our mixtapes I’m like oh shit, waitDon’t wanna be another nigga stuck regretting mistakesMixed feelings was my opinion I was defending my insecuritiesChillin my conscience next to a villainCompton made you believe success wasn’t realBe honest, none of us knew of a record dealSo as I peel through these lottery ticketsI see a Harley Davidson truck visit the same plaza we shoppedA tall nigga hopped out with Jordans and a white tank topHe was top of the rap game, we was the top of the blockSo watch that black boy fly
[Hook]
[Verse 3]My mama didn’t raise me up to be jealous-heartedLike most of the winners call itRegardless of where you stay, hold your head and continue marchingThat’s what she said but in my head I wanted to be like JordanA Boy touring the country with money from mic recordingThe only way out the ghetto, you know the stereotypeShooting hoops or live on the stereo like top 40And shortly, I got discouragedLike every time I walked to the corner had them guns burstingNigga, I was rehearsing in repetition the phraseOnly one in a million will ever see better daysEspecially when the crime waves was bigger than tsunamisBreak your boogie boards to pieces you just a typical homyAll these niggas facetious and they all standing beside meThey all will buy me a chopper if any one of you try meWhat am I to do when every neighborhood is an obstacleWhen 2 niggas making it out had never sounded logical3 niggas making it out, that’s mission impossibleSo I never believed the type of performance that I could doI wasn’t jealous cuz of the talents they gotI was terrified they’ll be the last black boys to fly…Out of Compton
Thank God…Black boy fly, watch that black boy fly

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