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• Artiste: Kendrick Lamar
• Titre: M.A.A.D City
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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, n*gga?" "F*ck who you know, where you from my n*gga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my n*gga?" This m.A.A.d city I run, my n*gga 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 (Wayan) 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 yoself Uh, warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned n*gga 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, f*ck is up? F*ck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f*ckin punk', Pickin' up the f*ckin' pump, Pickin' off you suckers, suck a d*ck 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 - f*ck 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 cornbread, 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 sh*t 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, n*gga?" "F*ck who you know, where you from my n*gga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my n*gga?" This m.A.A.d city like, "Run, my n*gga." 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'ma 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 n*ggas 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 cause 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, weed N*ggas been mixing sh*t since the 80's loc Sherm sticks, butt nakeds Make a n*gga flip Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh*t One time's crooked and sh*t Block a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 f*cking 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 motherf*ckers stand If I told you I killed a n*gga 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 and Laters to eat If I mentioned 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 'em all if they gossip The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits A price on his head, the tithes 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 fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting 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