作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor 作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor Scribing
[Verse 1] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense, nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not **** around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen, like we know Betty Crock Cut the dope, take it out of the pot Block it up, then we back on the plot Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin' Started jackin' diggys, that's old fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back to back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks Hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click, clack, and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it, Chronic kicks with confidence Ominous, obviously, probably be high as **** And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Wasn't overprimin' it, neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominic, niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent Ugh, politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty Out of it, 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey
[Verse 2] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a Wag' in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickle and dimin', it was the sign of the times when— Nigga, had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket, that's why I'm standin' in a gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the **** is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside, someone jumped in, in my hood they call that "Double Dutch" This seater block where heaters pop and we catch fades Come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock, and **** roaches Stack where, whether or not, it got moulded RS talkin' the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives Oh, that nigga's blocks, we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive shit over the top, see, die focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boners is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, **** my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, I feel whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky
[Verse 3] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster, who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick, you better not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you Ayy, blood, what they doin' on the issue? Pass around at the funeral It's unusal to see his opps standin' in the background Laugh now, no pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, nigga My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out, next to the ladies sellin' alote It's "Gang, gang" 'til it's time to role-play, he was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in an out and we ain't have to cross Shay, I'm a small criminal, N-E-Yo-Yo-K I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats, I was baldhead when my kakis screeched Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Way yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game, but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like—
作词 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor 作曲 : Jayceon Terrell Taylor Scribing
[Verse 1] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience He got into some nonsense, nigga jumped in the car with a strap out Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps In the city where these niggas do not **** around when they holdin' them Glocks Drop the top while you ride in the drop In the kitchen, like we know Betty Crock Cut the dope, take it out of the pot Block it up, then we back on the plot Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cops passin' Started jackin' diggys, that's old fashion Turn the lights off when in lost fashion Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden Assassin, we back to back in Impalas and Cadillac Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks Hangin' out the back of it Niggas don't know the half of it We come through like we cappin' shit Ski maskin' shit, click, clack, and shit All in your mail, open packages On this Compton shit, demonish it, Chronic kicks with confidence Ominous, obviously, probably be high as **** And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit Wasn't overprimin' it, neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit Dominic, niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent Ugh, politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty Out of it, 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey
[Verse 2] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton Through a Wag' in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton He was nickle and dimin', it was the sign of the times when— Nigga, had to take a deep breath I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin' I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack And all my homies in a casket, that's why I'm standin' in a gap with this ratchet Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens So what the **** is up? My knuckles up My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up I got my hat backwards and the strap back in I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up I've been outside, someone jumped in, in my hood they call that "Double Dutch" This seater block where heaters pop and we catch fades Come get this uppercut Back home with the lights off and the roaches Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless Used to play ball, dribble the rock, and **** roaches Stack where, whether or not, it got moulded RS talkin' the block, it's not over Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives Oh, that nigga's blocks, we drive over Never look back or stop for y'all vultures Drive shit over the top, see, die focus Ready or not, we 'bout to take over We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boners is rollin' like Otis Tempted to take the controller out your hand, **** my composure Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, I feel whoever Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky
[Verse 3] Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton With a flow like a monster, who was movin' that contraband Damn, y'all niggas is sick, you better not hold your breath in this bitch Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you Ayy, blood, what they doin' on the issue? Pass around at the funeral It's unusal to see his opps standin' in the background Laugh now, no pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, nigga My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they? Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out, next to the ladies sellin' alote It's "Gang, gang" 'til it's time to role-play, he was ballin' at a nigga, OJ We in an out and we ain't have to cross Shay, I'm a small criminal, N-E-Yo-Yo-K I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats, I was baldhead when my kakis screeched Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed? I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat Never met D-Way yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet In the game, but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet I was in your house, like—
