[00:00.00] 作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Sounwave/MC Eiht/Axlfolie/Ricci Riera
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Sounwave/MC Eiht/Ricci Riera/Axlfolie
[00:00.00] 编曲 : Sounwave/Ricci Riera/Terrace Martin
[00:00.00] 制作人 : Sounwave/Ricci Riera/Terrace Martin
[00:00.00]If Pirus and Crips all got along
[00:03.65]They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
[00:06.88]Seem like the whole city go against me
[00:09.68]Every time I'm in the street I hear
[00:11.76]"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!"
[00:13.55]"Man down
[00:14.78]Where you from, bitch?
[00:16.59]**** who you know, where you from my nigga?
[00:19.56]Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
[00:22.87]This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga
[00:26.16]Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane
[00:29.24]This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine
[00:32.30]This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain
[00:35.61]Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
[00:38.88]It was Me, O-Boog, and Yaya, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
[00:42.06]It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
[00:45.37]Uh, warriors and Conans
[00:47.27]Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
[00:49.50]The driver seat the first one to get killed
[00:51.77]Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out
[00:54.94]At the same burger stand, where hang out
[00:58.37]Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it
[01:01.52]But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different
[01:04.84]That was back when I was nine
[01:06.36]Joey packed the nine
[01:07.73]Pakistan on every porch is fine
[01:09.32]We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time
[01:12.67]With the sliding door, **** is up?
[01:14.51]**** you shootin for if you ain't walkin up?
[01:17.69]You ****ing punk, pickin up the ****in pump
[01:19.29]Pickin off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch
[01:22.64]Or warn the bullets comin from
[01:24.30]AK's, AR's, "aye y'all. Duck."
[01:27.37]That's what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch
[01:30.43]Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose
[01:33.26]You killed my cousin back in '94. **** yo truce
[01:36.62]Now crawl yo head in that noose
[01:38.11]You wind up dead on the news
[01:39.66]Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces
[01:41.82]BG's up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies
[01:45.88]IV's on top of IV's
[01:48.29]Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys
[01:50.08]When you hop on that trolley
[01:51.29]Make sure your colors correct
[01:52.57]Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect
[01:54.53]They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except
[01:57.44]When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
[02:02.24]You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a Tec
[02:05.40]Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
[02:09.10]M.A.A.d city
[02:09.89]"Man down
[02:10.67]Where you from, bitch?
[02:12.41]**** who you know, where you from my nigga?
[02:15.52]Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?
[02:18.70]This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga."
[02:22.01]If Pirus and Crips all got along
[02:25.21]They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
[02:28.38]Seem like the whole city go against me
[02:31.32]Every time I'm in the street I hear
[02:33.56]"YAWK! YAWK! YAWK!
[02:37.57]Wake yo punk ass up!
[02:40.25]It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
[02:42.40]Chyea
[02:43.50]Real simple and plain
[02:45.58]I'mma teach you some lessons about the street
[02:51.48]It ain't nothin but a Compton thang
[02:53.90]Chyea
[02:55.17]How we do
[02:56.33]Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad
[02:59.10]Sleeping in the living room in my momma's pad
[03:01.62]Reality struck I seen the white car crash
[03:03.99]Hit the light pole two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed
[03:06.88]My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him
[03:09.52]Security guard for a month and ended up leaving
[03:12.10]In fact I got fired because I was inspired by all of my friends
[03:15.10]To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in
[03:18.22]Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up
[03:21.53]cocaine laced in marijuana
[03:23.80]And they wonder why I rarely smoke now
[03:25.68]Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth
[03:28.37]I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even
[03:30.97]I made a legion then made a promise to see you bleeding
[03:33.66]You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
[03:36.19]Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice
[03:41.71]Cocaine, ****
[03:43.21]Niggas been mixing shit since the 80's loc
[03:45.87]Shine sticks, buck nakeds
[03:48.83]Make a nigga flip
[03:50.79]Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit
[03:53.53]One time's crooked and shit
[03:55.55]Block a nigga in
[03:56.72]Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis
[03:59.15]I'm still in the hood
[04:01.44]Loc yeah that's cool
[04:02.59]The hood took me under so I follow the rules
[04:04.80]But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang
[04:07.23]And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing
[04:10.61]Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
[04:13.08]A couple drive-bys in the hood lately
[04:15.71]Couple of IV's with the ****ing spraycan
[04:18.35]Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
[04:21.44]Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
[04:23.71]Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
[04:26.33]Mount up regulators in the whip
[04:28.96]Down the boulevard with the pistol grip
[04:31.74]Trip, we in the hood still
[04:34.32]So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it's so real
[04:36.84]Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
[04:39.82]And a bird and 10 grand's where niggas stand
[04:42.21]If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?
[04:45.23]Or see me to be innocent Kendrick that you seen in the street
[04:48.16]With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
[04:50.30]If I'm mashing all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?
[04:52.97]Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?
[04:55.40]And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep
[04:58.03]With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
[05:00.61]Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
[05:03.11]Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
[05:05.21]They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
[05:07.42]Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
[05:10.36]That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
[05:14.70]They bang it and slide out that nigga with the pies
[05:17.55]And the price on his head, the tots probably go to the projects
[05:24.62]I live inside the belly of the rough
[05:31.31]Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what
[05:35.341]nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!
[05:37.410]You ain't the one that got ****ed up
[05:39.299]What you holdin' it for?
[05:40.617]niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit
[05:43.146]nigga, that ain't no word
[05:44.261]nigga, shut up!
[05:45.344]Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga ?
[05:47.118]Don't even trip
[05:48.806]Just lay back and drink that

作词 : Kendrick Lamar/Sounwave/MC Eiht/Axlfolie/Ricci Riera
作曲 : Kendrick Lamar/Sounwave/MC Eiht/Ricci Riera/Axlfolie
编曲 : Sounwave/Ricci Riera/Terrace Martin
制作人 : Sounwave/Ricci Riera/Terrace Martin
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, bitch?
**** 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
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 Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
It was Me, O-Boog, and Yaya, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, waving your hand out the window. Check yo self
Uh, warriors and Conans
Hope euphoria can slow dance with society
The driver seat the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned nigga 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 lookin 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 shootin for if you ain't walkin up?
You ****ing punk, pickin up the ****in 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. **** 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 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 shit ain't no threat
You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a Tec
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.A.A.d city
"Man down
Where you from, bitch?
**** 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."
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 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
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 because 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 a legion then made a promise to see you bleeding
You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life
Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice
Cocaine, ****
Niggas been mixing shit since the 80's loc
Shine sticks, buck nakeds
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
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-bys in the hood lately
Couple of IV's with the ****ing spraycan
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh 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 grand's where niggas stand
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 street
With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat
If 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 sleep
With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor
Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage
Kill them all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn
They realizing the option of living a lie, drive they body with toxins
Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame
That arrive in his eye; this a coward, the concept is aim and
They bang it and slide out that nigga with the pies
And the price on his head, the tots 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
nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn!
You ain't the one that got ****ed up
What you holdin' it for?
niggas always actin' 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