Kendrick Lamar — Ronald Reagan Era His Evils

[Intro: Ash Riser] We're far from good, not good from far Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck" Drink my forty-ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt 'Cause the kids just ain't alright [Interlude: Ab-Soul] Oh shit, nigga Somethin' 'bout to happen Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building Hope the dogs don't smell it [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Welcome to vigilante, '80s, so don't you ask me I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write Strong enough to stand in front of a travelin' freight train, are you trained? To go against Dracula, draggin' the record industry by my fangs AK clips, money clips, and gold chains You walk around with a P90 like it's the '90s Bullet to your temple, your homicide'll remind me [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & RZA] That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with Bompton Pirus ain't nothin' to fuck with Compton éses ain't nothin' to fuck with But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop (California Dungeons) Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop (California Dungeons) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration Heart racin', racin' past Johnny because he's racist 1987, the children of Ronald Reagan Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I'm really out here, my nigga) He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (Like, really out here) He coppin' some blow, hopin' that it can stretch Newborn massacre Hoppin' out the passenger with calendars 'cause your day comin' Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hopin' that you fast enough Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin', because [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & RZA] Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with Bompton Pirus ain't nothin' to fuck with Compton éses ain't nothin' to fuck with But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop (California Dungeons) Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop, woop-di-woop Woop-di-woop, woop-di-woop-woop (California Dungeons) [Refrain: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win (Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up) Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah Woah, woah, woah-woah-woah-woah [Outro: Ab-Soul] We really out here, my nigga You niggas don't understand, my nigga I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga Trippin', my nigga