(Hook) x2
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Chevy lights, women you like
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Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life
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Rollin' dice, gangsta rights
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Hood advice, homie that's Compton life
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(Verse 1)
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I'm back at it again
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My city back at it with ‘em
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Back against the wall K got that tryin' the pin
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But they can fuck with that pen
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The shit I write is brighter than blue gems
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You better stay in the gym
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Exercise your mind till it's strong enough
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To fuck with mine
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Stick to my roots like black tard and m
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I'm black with thoughts of Einstein
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One word describing him, genius
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What you know about the city I'm living
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With the souls of the dead it's livin
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You don't know about our living conditions
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We live righteously, we can't give a fuck about your opinion
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But it's more than just weed and women, gangsters , husslers
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Bullet collisions, players , pimps
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Who can envision the place where I reside
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Where Eazy was pitching, Dre was 6'4 lifting
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NWA had mansion, quick at the turn tables
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Mixin the first ones to say fuck the system
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I'm tryin to tell you about
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(Hook) x2
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Chevy lights, women you like
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Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life
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Rollin' dice, gangsta rights
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Hood advice, homie that's Compton life
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(Verse 2)
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His own street like concrete
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Would best describe fit his gutter
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But see I'm what's underneath
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A young gun but not like your young Chris and Eve
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I'm from the land of organized crime
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Disorderly peace
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‘Cause nowadays niggas hussle when they order their peace
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And worship their gun the same as their religious beliefs
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The Compton shares can't forget the police
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‘Cause in the hood tellin pigs no more
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It be the mark of the beast
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And their main aim is just the talk of the streets
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But when you see ‘em please be quick on your feet
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That they go , watch em!?
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Had you for road kill just like a possum
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You could contain ‘em
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But there's no way that you could stop ‘em
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Niggas plant their seeds to be gangstas
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Hoping one day they blossom
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The same time, hope the system don't lock ‘em
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‘Cause Compton raise niggas and bitches we barely got ‘em
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Unless you talk about the one with the attitude problem
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From Rose crest to central, Compton's Anthemia
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We back that's for my people it's official
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(Hook) x2
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Chevy lights, women you like
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Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life
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Rollin' dice, gangsta rights
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Hood advice, homie that's Compton life
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(Verse 3)
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I don't know if he new around here
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Ye it's good to know somebody if you're new around here
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‘Cause it ain't too safe for you to cruise around here
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Niggas stick to your ass like glue around here
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Take New Jersey and fit it shit whatever you don't care
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It ain't no magic trick if they make your shit disappear
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The outcome is severe, and some of this casket will last a day
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But I'm amazed 'cause the young boy been here for years
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I seen niggas shed blood blood tears
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Hope you not try to plan for the future niggas will mute you
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Had your door in the morning wake you up like roosters
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Introduce you to rugers
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Clock you in like Tap Judah
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A nightmare on my street, Fred Krueger where I live
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Minus the actress and the producers
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Even adolenscence will shoot you over that paper
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We get vapors like Biz Markie but still I'm used to
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From Rose crest to central, Compton's Anthemia
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We back that's for my people it's official
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(Hook) x2
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Chevy lights, women you like
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Husslin' nights, homie that's Compton life
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Rollin' dice, gangsta rights
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Hood advice, homie that's Compton life
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Compton Life
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| Kendrick Lamar |
