m.A.A.d city

m.A.A.d city Lyrics

Song m.A.A.d city
Artist Kendrick Lamar
Artist MC Eiht
Album good kid, m.A.A.d city (Deluxe)
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[00:02.780] If Pirus and Crips all got along
[00:04.470] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
[00:07.090] Seem like the whole city go against me
[00:09.090] Every time I'm in the street I hear
[00:11.520] "YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"
[00:13.330] "Man down
[00:13.950] Where you from, nigga?"
[00:16.070] "**** who you know, where you from my nigga?"
[00:19.380] "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
[00:22.750] This m.A.A.d city now run, my nigga
[00:25.990] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
[00:29.110] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
[00:32.420] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
[00:35.100] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[00:38.410] It was Me, O-Boog
[00:42.280] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
[00:45.340] Uh, warriors and Conans
[00:46.590] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
[00:48.400] The driver seat the first one to get killed
[00:51.270] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
[00:54.510] At the same burger stand, where hang out
[00:57.760] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
[01:01.060] But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
[01:04.180] That was back when I was nine
[01:06.180] Joey packed the nine
[01:07.300] Pack to stand on every porch is fine
[01:09.430] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
[01:12.740] With the sliding door, **** is up?
[01:14.790] **** you shootin for if you ain't walkin up?
[01:17.730] You ****in punk, pickin up the ****in pump
[01:20.410] Pickin off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
[01:24.340] Or warn the bullets comin from
[01:26.150] AK's, AR's, "aye y'all. Duck."
[01:27.400] That's what momma said when we was eatin that free lunch
[01:30.640] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
[01:33.070] You killed my cousin back in '94. **** yo truce
[01:36.190] Now crawl yo head in that noose
[01:38.070] You wind up dead on the news
[01:39.940] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces
[01:41.520] BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
[01:44.030] IV's on top of IV's
[01:45.710] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
[01:48.410] When you hop on that trolley
[01:50.410] Make sure your colors correct
[01:52.030] Make sure you're cornbread, or they'll be calling your mother collect
[01:55.400] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
[01:58.390] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
[02:01.970] You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a Tec
[02:05.350] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
[02:08.930] M.A.A.d city
[02:09.550] "Man down
[02:10.240] Where you from, nigga?"
[02:12.060] "**** who you know, where you from my nigga?"
[02:15.140] "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
[02:17.940] This m.A.A.d city now run, my nigga."
[02:21.500] If Pirus and Crips all got along
[02:24.490] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
[02:27.810] Seem like the whole city go against me
[02:31.050] Every time I'm in the street I hear
[02:33.350] "YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
[02:34.230] Wake yo punk ass up!
[02:40.220] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
[02:42.900] Chyea
[02:43.400] Real simple and plain
[02:44.770] I'm a teach you some lessons about the street
[02:47.460] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
[02:53.280] Chyea
[02:55.270] How we do
[02:56.210] Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
[02:58.710] Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad
[03:01.200] Reality struck I seen the white car crash
[03:03.760] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed
[03:06.880] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
[03:10.080] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
[03:12.510] In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
[03:14.760] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
[03:17.380] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
[03:20.120] Cocaine laced in marijuana
[03:22.990] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
[03:25.570] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
[03:28.570] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
[03:31.310] I made a legion then made a promise to see you bleeding
[03:34.180] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
[03:36.110] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice
[03:38.690] Cocaine, weed
[03:43.120] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's loc
[03:45.180] Shine sticks, buck nakeds
[03:46.990] Make a nigga flip
[03:49.300] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
[03:53.490] One time's crooked and shit
[03:55.310] Block a nigga in
[03:56.550] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis
[03:58.300] I'm still in the hood
[04:00.420] Loc yeah that's cool
[04:01.610] The hood took me under so I follow the rules
[04:04.350] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
[04:08.360] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
[04:11.050] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
[04:13.990] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
[04:15.940] Couple of IV's with the ****ing spraycan
[04:17.950] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
[04:20.530] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
[04:23.290] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
[04:25.540] Mount up regulators in the whip
[04:28.470] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
[04:30.780] Trip, we in the hood still
[04:33.650] So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so real
[04:36.770] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
[04:39.160] And a bird and 10 grand's where mother****ers stand
[04:41.840] If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
[04:44.890] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street
[04:47.390] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
[04:50.390] If I'm mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
[04:52.760] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
[04:55.270] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
[04:57.970] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
[04:59.670] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
[05:01.480] Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
[05:05.050] They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
[05:08.190] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
[05:11.070] That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
[05:14.640] They bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits
[05:17.450] And the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projects
[05:20.760] I live inside the belly of the rough
[05:22.510] Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what
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