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Песня: Ronald Reagan Era
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Kendrick Lamar – Ronald Reagan Era 0We're far from good, not good from far 90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screaming, "We don't give a fuck!" Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll a blunt Cause the kids just ain't alright [Bridge: Ab-Soul] Oh, shit nigga, something 'bout to happen, nigga, this shit.. Nigga this sound like 30 ki's under the Compton court building Hope the dogs don't smell it [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar] Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fucking pantry Peeling 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 getting fucked, uh You ain't heard nothing 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 travelling freight train, are you trained? To go against Dracula dragging the record industry by my fangs AK clips, money clips and gold chains You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's Bullet to your temple, your homicide’ll remind me that... [Hook: Kendrick Lamar & (RZA)] Compton Crip niggas ain't nothing to fuck with Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to fuck with Compton esés ain't nothing to fuck with But they fuck with me, and bitch I love it Woop de woop, woop de woop woop, woop de woop Woop de woop, woop de woop woop (California dungeons) [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Let's hit the county building, gotta cash my check Spend it all on a 40-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 64, better know how to drive it I'm driving on E with no license or registration Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he's racist 1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raked the leaves off Your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I'm really out here, my nigga) You blowing on stress, hoping to ease the stress (Like, really out here) He copping some blow, hoping that it can stretch Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger With calendars, cause your date's coming Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hoping that you fast enough Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothing, because [Hook] [Outro: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul] Can't detour when you're 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 (Right, I had the yapper, and I tore they ass up We really out here, my nigga, you niggas don't understand, my nigga I'm off of pill and Remy Red, my nigga, trippin', my nigga) |
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