作词 : Lamar, Kendrick / Babbs, Durrell 作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick / Babbs, Durrell I don't read the XXL Told em 45 the church think I'm destined for hell oh well Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece It's bloodshed feel the cracks in my city streets I'm from the crack of them city streets Used to sell crack in them city streets born in Blood ***** In a coma five days life of a thug ***** Momma ain't show grandma almost pulled the plugged the *****
Used to pull the gun out just because of cause ****** Five shots to the head cause I'm a Blood ***** Nuttin' brewing but suwoo'ing where the **** I'm from You lucky if you make it out of Compton ask Andre Young Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf No peace so don't get caught up with no piece **** Fatburger we cooking that real beef Momma's mourning they sons I'm talking real grief Real funerals of them lost Juveniles
Trying to be generals be missing your dinner now huh Say it's a blessing when you die in ya sleep Cause the coroner don't need no sheets capishe
I'm sayin' stop playing wrap him up in what he lay in Fold a ***** arms now a caskets what he pray in Compton streets raised me Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby you crazy I said she see no evil
She gonna knock it at all
You want to see tomorrow you promise not to talk
Say we on our way now I'm a see you again
And when they ask you questions you just answer
What happened then
What happened then
I live this life at a pace that anyone can go Know your place and dedicate your role to the faith that you'll die alone Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew
I bought my momma a Benz my boobie a jag A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper blast But **** that I'm not worried even when discouraged Skirt off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry
Dirt off all under my fingers dirt all of 'em gon is gone Shirt off when precesure resuscitation came early
I need you to keep quiet as a mouse
Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talking about I'm hearin the sonics of gun fire The whispers the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye
You want to go to Compton ***** I'll take you there Hough City bodies get burnt butt-naked here Respect the code a *****'s calling from the pen Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within And then your momma never see you again Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up huh
****** can't hear you talking from the sky And only five year olds see your ghost when you die no lie Call my catchers up to all you head honchos 2 Dome shots in that head Griselda Blanco
**** get real though inside the Foxhills though ***** living that fast life and get killed slow
Ask Wack and Draws if a ***** run the streets
My grandmother's friends says said You ****** had never wanted peace Los Angeles I'm the ************* king here No first 48 cause ************* don't sing here
[00:00.000] 作词 : Lamar, Kendrick / Babbs, Durrell [00:00.508] 作曲 : Lamar, Kendrick / Babbs, Durrell [00:01.16]I don't read the XXL [00:03.10]Told em 45 the church think I'm destined for hell oh well [00:06.90]Blood tears off the face of my Jesus Piece [00:09.77]It's bloodshed feel the cracks in my city streets [00:12.71]I'm from the crack of them city streets [00:15.13]Used to sell crack in them city streets born in Blood ***** [00:17.80]In a coma five days life of a thug ***** [00:21.79]Momma ain't show grandma almost pulled the plugged the ***** [00:25.28] [00:25.85]Used to pull the gun out just because of cause ****** [00:29.09]Five shots to the head cause I'm a Blood ***** [00:30.84]Nuttin' brewing but suwoo'ing where the **** I'm from [00:34.15]You lucky if you make it out of Compton ask Andre Young [00:37.39]Smell the scent of dead bodies ridin' down Green Leaf [00:40.08]No peace so don't get caught up with no piece [00:43.51]**** Fatburger we cooking that real beef [00:46.57]Momma's mourning they sons I'm talking real grief [00:49.62]Real funerals of them lost Juveniles [00:51.63] [00:52.18]Trying to be generals be missing your dinner now huh [00:55.99]Say it's a blessing when you die in ya sleep [00:58.54]Cause the coroner don't need no sheets capishe [01:00.61] [01:01.23]I'm sayin' stop playing wrap him up in what he lay in [01:05.04]Fold a ***** arms now a caskets what he pray in Compton streets raised me [01:09.46]Can't tell my grandma nothing bout her baby you crazy [01:13.21]I said she see no evil [01:14.71] [01:15.83]She gonna knock it at all [01:17.27] [01:18.89]You want to see tomorrow you promise not to talk [01:23.50] [01:25.19]Say we on our way now I'm a see you again [01:29.69] [01:31.31]And when they ask you questions you just answer [01:34.33] [01:35.26]What happened then [01:36.08] [01:38.07]What happened then [01:38.76] [01:39.38]I live this life at a pace that anyone can go [01:41.50]Know your place and dedicate your role to the faith that you'll die alone [01:44.76]Trace your steps when I do step in a fire of broken bones [01:47.57]And I require my heart's desire and when I reap what I sew [01:50.73] [01:53.54]I bought my momma a Benz my boobie a jag [01:55.10]A cut for my dogs with a roof full of glass [01:57.09]But still I be feeling like none of my light never casts [01:59.77]Out of that black cloud that's been watered down since my first chopper blast [02:02.77]But **** that I'm not worried even when discouraged [02:05.09]Skirt off makin' them hurt off I should have hurt them in a hurry [02:08.59] [02:09.46]Dirt off all under my fingers dirt all of 'em gon is gone [02:12.17]Shirt off when precesure resuscitation came early [02:14.14] [02:15.33]I need you to keep quiet as a mouse [02:17.46] [02:18.21]Which is ironic cause rats is what I'm talking about [02:22.77]I'm hearin the sonics of gun fire [02:23.89]The whispers the silent cries even though I know it's an eye for an eye [02:26.88] [03:17.77]You want to go to Compton ***** I'll take you there [03:20.77]Hough City bodies get burnt butt-naked here [03:23.57]Respect the code a *****'s calling from the pen [03:26.19]Colombian neck-ties on the outside from within [03:28.69]And then your momma never see you again [03:32.31]Casket to never wake up plastered in MAC make-up huh [03:34.87] [03:35.87]****** can't hear you talking from the sky [03:37.87]And only five year olds see your ghost when you die no lie [03:42.36]Call my catchers up to all you head honchos [03:44.98]2 Dome shots in that head Griselda Blanco [03:47.54] [03:48.41]**** get real though inside the Foxhills though [03:51.16]***** living that fast life and get killed slow [03:53.47] [03:54.09]Ask Wack and Draws if a ***** run the streets [03:57.09] [03:57.69]My grandmother's friends says said You ****** had never wanted peace [04:00.50]Los Angeles I'm the ************* king here [04:03.74]No first 48 cause ************* don't sing here
