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Intro: Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q
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 street, I hear, "Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk"
Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Dylan Brady
Man down, where you from, n***a?
Fuck who you know—where you from, my n***a?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n***a?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n***a
I turned on the news, and it said that I was
The number one most wanted person in the United States
The United States
The most wanted person in the United States
Woo!
Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar, HUH
Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lanе
This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine
This is cul-de-sac and plеnty Cognac and major pain
Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain
It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans
It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window — check yourself
Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance
With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed
Seen a light-skinned n***a with his brains blown out
At the same burger stand where HUHs hang out
Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it
But ever since that day, I was lookin' 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, fuck is up?
Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?
Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers
Suck a dick or die or sucker punch
A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, ahh—duck"
That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch
Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose
You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce
Now crawl your head in that noose
You wind up dead on the news
Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' 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 callin' your mother collect
They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except
When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat
You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC
Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
m.A.A.d. city
Chorus: Kendrick Lamar, Rhett and Link
Man down, where you from, n***a?
Fuck who you know—where you from, my n***a?
Where your grandma stay, huh, my n***a?
This m.A.A.d city I run, my n***a
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 street, I hear, "A whale is gonna die"
Verse 2: Redfoo, Sky Blu
When I walk on by, girls be looking like, "Damn, he fly"
I pimp to the beat, walking down the street in my new LaFreak
Yeah, this is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control
It's Redfoo with the big afro
And like Bruce Leroy, I got the glow, yeah
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) Girl, look at that body
(Ah) I-I-I work out
When I walk in the spot (Yeah)
This is what I see (Okay)
Everybody stops and is staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it
Show it, show it, show it
Chorus: Jay Eazy
I was never book smart, I'm money smart, makes me more intelligent
Call me Mr. Rock festival, I got hella bands
Shawty cute, and her circle too, told her get a friend
She gon' make me slide with my dog like I'm Mega Man
For real, I do this 24, that's hella Mamba
What's the word, no teleprompter
Ever noticed? The ones that be like, "Where the hoes at?" never got 'em
They never get a W and that's pretty much the L about 'em
With them, never reconciling
Verse 3: Jay Eazy
You gon' need biotics, you'll be sick of my shit
Like I'm reading comics, I got paper to flip
I don't walk on the beach for the men to acknowledge
I do it for shawties in lit colleges
Ain't nothin' better than throwin' my bait in the sea
Then tell Brodie that I got a fish
Reelin' on men every line
I hit 'em when you woulda thought that they had a sniff
Some shouldn't be allowed to rap, they go over heads like a shower cap
Shawties wanna take a flight for me, made pussy fly like a Owlcat
Hatin' on someone who get what they want 'cause you couldn't get it's a coward act
I really can't help the fact that I'm me, look
Chorus: Ke$ha
I hear your heartbeat to the beat of the drums
Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone
So, while you're here in my arms
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-woah) We're gonna die young
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-woah) We're gonna die young
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-woah)
Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young
Outro: Redfoo, Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, yeah
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wig-, yeah, yeah
Do the wiggle, man
I do the wiggle, man
Yeah, I'm sexy and I know it
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 street, I hear, "Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk"
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