Ronald Reagan Era Feat RZA lyrics

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KENDRICK LAMAR lyrics : "Ronald Reagan Era Feat RZA"

[Intro: Ash Riser]
We'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 $#[email protected]!"
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll a blunt
Cause the kids just ain't alright


[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
Oh, %#@! ^!$$%, something 'bout to happen, ^!$$%, this %#@!..

^!$$% 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 $#[email protected] 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 ^!$$%s Marcus Camby, washed up

#[email protected], fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus you getting $#[email protected], 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%s ain't nothing to $#[email protected] with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to $#[email protected] with
Compton ├ęses ain't nothing to $#[email protected] with

But they $#[email protected] with me, and (*##$ 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 mother$#[email protected] 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 ^!$$%)

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 $$# up
We really out here, my ^!$$%, you ^!$$%s don't understand, my ^!$$%

I'm off of pill and Remy Red, my ^!$$%, trippin', my ^!$$%)

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