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t0p - mad city. كلمات أغنية

[refrain]
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 streets, i hear, “yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk”

[chorus]
man down, where you from, b_tch?
f_ck who you know
where you from, my boy?
where your grandma stay, huh, my boy?
this mad city i run, my boy

[verse 1]
brace yourself, i’ll take you on a trip down memory lane
this is not a rap on how i’m slinging crack or move cocaine
this is cul_de_sac and plenty cognac and major pain
not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain
it was me, d_lite, and taevi, gd ride down rosecrans
it got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself
warriors and conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
with society, the driver seat, the first one to get k!lled
seen a white_skinned b_tch 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 looking 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 shooting for if you ain’t walking up, you f_cking punk?
picking up the f_cking pump, picking off you suckers
suck a d_ck or die a sucker punch
a wall of bullets coming from ak’s, ar’s
“aye, y’all, duck”
that’s what mama said when we was eating that free lunch
man, godd_mn, all h_ll broke loose
you k!lled my cousin back in ’14, f_ck your truce
now crawl your head in that noose
you wind up dead on the news
ain’t no peace treaty, just piecing bgs up to pre_approve
bodies on top of bodies, ivs on top of ivs
obviously the coroner between the sheets like the isleys
when you hop on that trolley, make sure your color’s correct
make sure you’re corporate
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 moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a tec
go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, i guess
mad city
[chorus]
man down, where you from, b_tch?
f_ck who you know
where you from, my boy?
where your grandma stay, huh, my boy?
this mad city i run, my boy

[interlude]
wake your punk_ass up
it ain’t nothing but a compton thang
real simple and plain
let me teach you some lessons about the street
hood, it ain’t nothing but a compton thang

[verse 2]
fresh outta school ’cause i was a high school grad’
sleeping in the living room of my mama’s pad
reality struck, i seen the white car crash
hit the light pole, two b_tches 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 sat_rday 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 allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding
you know the reasons, but still will never know my life
t.o.p a.k.a “compton’s human sacrifice”
[interlude]
cocaine, weed
b_tches been mixed since the ’80s
sherm sticks, b_tt_nakeds
dip, make a b_tch flip
cluck heads all up and down the block and sh_t
one time’s crooked and sh_t
block a b_tch in
alondra, rosecrans, bulis, it’s compton

[verse 3]
i’m still in the hood, that’s cool
sh_t, the hood took me under, so i follow the rules
but, that’s like me, i grew up in the hood where they bang
and b_tches that rep colors is doing the same thang
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 spray_can
shots in the crowd, then everybody ran
crew i’m finna slay, the street life i crave
shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave
mount up, regulators in the whip
down the boulevard with the pistol grip
trip, we in the hood still
so, grab a strap ’cause it’s so real
deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand
and a bird and ten grand’s where a motherf_cker stand
[outro]
if i told you i k!lled a b_tch at sixteen, would you believe me?
perceive me to be innocent t.o.p 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
k!ll ’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 then bang it and slide
out that b_tch with deposit, a price on his head, the tithes
probably go to the projects
i live inside the belly of the rough, compton, usa
made me an angel on angel dust

- t0p

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