Ronald Reagan Era

Song Ronald Reagan Era
Artist Kendrick Lamar
Album Section.80

Lyrics

[00:00.70] We're far from good, not good from far
[00:03.95] Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
[00:07.14] with the top down screaming we don't give a ****
[00:10.51] Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
[00:13.89] cause the kids just ain't alright
[00:19.20]
[00:22.14] Oh shit nigga, something bout to happen
[00:26.77] Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty ki's under the Compton court building
[00:30.83] Hope the dogs don't smell it
[00:32.21] Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don't you ask me
[00:34.58] I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your ****ing pantry
[00:37.40] Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
[00:40.08] Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be
[00:43.34] You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
[00:45.72] Pussy fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you getting ****ed, uh
[00:48.66] You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
[00:51.40] Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
[00:54.53] Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
[00:57.53] Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write
[00:59.91] Strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train
[01:01.66] Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
[01:06.28] Dragging the record industry by my fangs
[01:07.72] AK clips, money clips and gold chains
[01:12.25] You walk around with a P-90 like it's the 90s
[01:14.50] Bullet to your temple, you're homicidal, remind me, that
[01:17.62] Compton Crip niggas ain't nothing to **** with
[01:20.14] Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to **** with
[01:23.09] Compton eses ain't nothing to **** with
[01:25.77] But they **** with me, and bitch I love it
[01:28.71] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
[01:30.02] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
[01:34.21] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
[01:37.15] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
[01:40.09]
[01:40.90] Let's hit the county building, gotta cash my check
[01:43.15] Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck
[01:45.72] And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
[01:48.52] Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
[01:51.40] I tell you mother****ers that life is full of hydraulics
[01:54.34] Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
[01:56.83] I'm driving on E with no license or registration
[01:59.71] Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he's racist
[02:03.14] 1987, the children on Ronald Reagan
[02:05.72] raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch
[02:08.21] really out here
[02:11.40] really out
[02:14.34] Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
[02:17.28] with calendars, cause your day coming
[02:19.52] Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hoping that you fast enough
[02:22.91] Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothing, because
[02:26.26] Compton Crip niggas ain't nothing to **** with
[02:28.71] Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to **** with
[02:31.52] Compton eses ain't nothing to **** with
[02:34.34] But they **** with me, and bitch I love it
[02:37.21] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
[02:39.65] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
[02:42.53] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
[02:45.34] Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
[02:48.22]
[02:51.66] Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
[02:54.66] Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
[02:57.16] When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win
[02:59.29] I had the chopper and I tore they ass
[03:02.91] Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
[03:05.54] Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
[03:07.99] When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah
[03:10.87] Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
[03:14.31] Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
[03:15.49] Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
[03:17.18] Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
[03:23.24] We really out here my nigga, you niggas don't understand my nigga
[03:26.85] I'm off of pill and Remy Red my nigga, tripping my nigga