[Verse 1] Rollin' in a broken Mitsubishi with no AC And a couple stolen TV's and a seatbelt for my safety Play the passenger, I think it's five years after eighty- Seven, do that math, 92, don't you be lazy I'm looking out the window, notice all the essentials Of a block party that stopped for a second Then it rekindled like the flame from a trick candle Everybody got dental insurance, 'cause we bout to floss You get the couch I sent you? I heard that from a block away, probably had credentials Of a scholar, but should not today Them Dayton spokes was his to take Refrigerators, barbecue pits, and Jordan kicks They did invasions while helicopters recorded it Hello, my Mr. Myiagi, I want them Kenwood Woofers Say that you got me If not, I'll dig in your drawer for it The swap meet was the bullseye like a Taurus is Murder was the melody, you should know what the chorus is You really telling me we can just get some more of it if we run out? He said "Lil nigga, today the poor is rich" Don't tell your mom that you seen a molotov bomb And if she asks, just know that you have to lie And son, don't forget: You from Compton [Verse 2] Brace yourself, I take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slinging brick and moving cane Cul de sac and plenty Cognac in major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that's weighing on your brain It was me, O-Boog and Yaya Lucky, ride down Rosecrans Ugly, waving yo hand out the window, brace yourself, uh Warriors and Conans Euphoria can slow dance Society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed Light skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where (mmm) 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 a nine Pakistan on every porch, it's fine We adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time Sliding door, fuck is up? Fucking shooting forth, if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk Picking up the fucking pump Picking off you suckers, suck a dick Die a sucker punch, a ball of bullets coming from AK's, AR's, Aye y'all; duck That's what Mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, god damn, all hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo truce Now crawl yo head in that noose You wind up dead on the news And no peace treaties just peace and BG's appearing to prove 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 trolly, your color's correct Make sure each corporate knows they'll be calling your mother collect Now, what you expect? My life is a threat Good kid, m.A.A.d. city Life or death, is you with me?
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