歌词
We're far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
with the top down screaming we don't give a ****
Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
cause the kids just ain't alright
Oh shit nigga, something bout to happe
****, this shit, ****, this sound like thirty ki's under the Compton court buildin
Hope the dogs don't smell it
Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don't you ask me
I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your ****ing pantry
Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be
You dumbass niggas Marcus Camby, washed up
Bitch, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you getting ****ed, uh
You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write
Strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Dragging the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P-90 like it's the 90s
Bullet to your temple, you're homicidal, remind me, that
Compton Crip niggas ain't nothing to **** with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to **** with
Compton eses ain't nothing to **** with
But they **** with me, and bitch I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
Let's hit the county building, gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you mother****ers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he's racist
1987, the children on Ronald Reagan
raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch
really out here
really out
Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
with calendars, cause your day coming
Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothing, because
Compton Crip niggas ain't nothing to **** with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to **** with
Compton eses ain't nothing to **** with
But they **** with me, and bitch I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop
Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win
I had the chopper and I tore they ass
Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there
When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
We really out here my niggas, you bitches don't understand my vision
I'm off of pill and remy red my niggas, tripping my vision