Ashtro Bot:

We're far from good, not good from far

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
with the top down screaming we don't give a $#&@
Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

cause the kids just ain't alright

Oh %#@! ^!$$%, something bout to happen

^!$$%, this %#@!, ^!$$%, this sound like thirty ki's under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don't smell it


Kendrick Lamar:

Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don't you ask me

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your $#&@ing 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
#~!!@ fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you getting $#&@ed, 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 traveling 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 P-90 like it's the 90s
Bullet to your temple, you're homicidal, remind me, that


Kendrick Lamar & RZA:


Compton Crip ^!$$%s ain't nothing to $#&@ with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to $#&@ with
Compton eses ain't nothing to $#&@ with

But they $#&@ with me, and (*##$ I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)

Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)


Kendrick Lamar:



Let's hit the county building, 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 mother$#&@ers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, 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 on Ronald Reagan

raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch
(I'm really out here ^!$$%) You blowing on stress hoping to ease the stress
(Like, really out here) He copping some blow, hoping that he can stretch

Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
with calendars, cause your day 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

Kendrick Lamar & RZA:


Compton Crip ^!$$%s ain't nothing to $#&@ with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to $#&@ with

Compton eses ain't nothing to $#&@ with
But they $#&@ with me, and (*##$ I love it
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop

Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop
Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons)


Kendrick Lamar:


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 chopper and I tore they $$# 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
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa [x4]

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

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