Kendrick Lamar – m.A.A.d city lyrics

(feat. MC Eiht)


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

[Schoolboy Q]

“Yock! Yock! Yock! Yock! “



Where you from, nigga?”

“Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?”

“Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”

This M.A.A.D city like, “Run, my nigga.”

[Verse 1]

Brace yourself, I’ll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I’m slingin crack or move cocaine

This is cul de sac and plenty congnac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain

It was me, O-Boogy, Yaya, YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt

It got ugly wavin yo hand out the window. Check yo self.

Uh, warriors and Conans

Hope euphoria can slow dance with society

The tribe received the first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

At the same crib they stay, where — hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder saying 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

Packed to stand on every porch was 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

Or warn the bullets comin from



“Aye y’all. Duck.”

That’s what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch

Aw man

God damn

All hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in ’94. Fuck yo truce

Now crawl yo head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain’t no peace treaty, just pieces

Bg’s up to pre-approve

Bodies on top of bodies

Iv’s on top of iv’s

Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

When you hop on that trollie

Make sure your colors correct

Make sure you’re cornbread, 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 wit a Teck

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess

M.A.A.D city


“Man down

Where you from, nigga?”

“Fuck you.”

“No, where you from, my nigga?”

“Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?”

This M.A.A.D city like, “Run, my nigga.”


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

[Schoolboy Q]

“Yock! Yock! Yock! —


[Mc Eiht]

Wake yo punk ass up!

It ain’t nothin but a Compton thang


Real simple and plain

I’mma teach you some lessons about the street

It ain’t nothin but a Compton thang


How we do

[Verse 2]

Fresh outta school cause I was a high school grad

Sleeping in the living room in my momma’s pad

Reality struck I seen the white car crash

Hit the light pole two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed

My pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him

Security guard for a month and ended up leaving

In fact I got fired cause I was inspired by all of my friends

To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in

Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up

Cocaine laced in marijuana

And they wonder why I rarely smoke now

Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth

I was straight tweaking the next weekend, we broke even

I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding

You know the reasons but still won’t ever know my life

Kendrick A.K.A. Compton’s human sacrifice

[Interlude: MC Eiht]

G-yeah, cocaine, weed. Niggas been mixing shit since the 80’s, loc. Sherm sticks, butt nakeds. Dip, make a nigga flip. Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit. One time’s crooked and shit. Block a nigga in. Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it’s Compton

[Verse 3: MC Eiht]

I’m still in the hood, loc, yeah, that’s cool

The hood took me under so I follow the rules

But yeah that’s like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang

And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing

Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me

A couple drive-by’s in the hood lately

Couple of I.V.s with the fucking spraycan

Shots in the crowd then everybody ran

Crew I’m finna slay, the street life I crave

Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave

Mount up, regulators in the whip

Down the boulevard with the pistol grip

Trip, we in the hood still

So loc, grab a strap cause yeah, it’s so real

Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand

And a bird and 10 grands where a mothafucka stand

[Verse 4]

If I told you I killed a nigga at 16, would you believe me?

Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street

With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat

If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?

Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?

And it’s safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep

With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor, instead of boy with a chopper

That hold the cul-de-sac hostage, kill ’em all if they gossip

The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing

The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins

Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame

That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim

And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits

A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects

I live inside the belly of the rough

Compton, U.S.A. made Me an Angel on Angel Dust, what


– Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn! You ain’t the one that got fucked up, what you holding it for? Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit

– Nigga, that ain’t no word

– Nigga, Shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga? Don’t even trip, just lay back and drink that

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