We're far from goodNot good from far90 miles per hour down Compton BoulevardWith the top down, screaming we don't give a f-ckDrink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my bluntCause the kids just aint alrightOh shit niggasSomethin' bout to happenNigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court buildingHope the dogs don't smell itWelcome to vigilante80′s so don't you ask meI'm hungry my body's antsyI'll rip through your f-cking pantryPeeling off like a ? examine my orchestraGranny said when I'm old enoughI'll be sure to be all I can beYou niggas Marcus Camby, washed upPussy fix ya pantiesI'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' f-cked, ughYou aint heard nothing harder since Daddy KaneTake it vain, vicodins couldn't ease the painLightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it rainedNot a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enoughTo stand in front of a travelling freight trainAre you trained, to go against DraculaDragging the record industry by my fangsAK clips, money clips and gold chainsYou walk around with a P90 like it's the 90′sBullet to your temple your homocide'll remind meThem Compton crip niggas aint nothing to f-ck withBompton Piru's aint nothing to f-ck withCompton esé's aint nothin' to f-ck withBut they f-ck with me and bitch I love itWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop(California dungeons)Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop(California dungeons)Lets hit the county building gotta catch my checkSpend it all to a 40 ounce to the neckAnd in retrospect I remember December being the hottestSquad cars, neighbourhood wars and stolen monstersI tell you mothaf-ckers that life is full of hydraulicsUp and down, get 64 better know how to drive itI'm driving on E with no license or registrationHeart racin' racing past johnny because he's racist1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porchWith a machine blow torchHe blowing on stress, hoping to ease the stressHe copping some blow hoping that it can stretchNew born massacre, hoppin' out the passengerWith calendars cause your date comingRun 'em down them he gun em downI'm hoping that you fast enoughEven the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' becauseThem Compton crip niggas aint nothing to f-ck withBompton Piru's aint nothing to f-ck withCompton esé's aint nothin' to f-ck withBut they f-ck with me and bitch I love itWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop(California dungeons)Whoopty whoop, woopty woop woopWhoopty whoop, woopty woop woopty woop woop(California dungeons)Can't detour when you at war with your cityWhy run for?Just ride with me, just die with meThat gun store, right thereWhen you fight, don't fight fairCause you'll never winCan't detour when you at war with your cityWhy run for?Just ride with me, just die with meThat gun store, right thereWhen you fight, don't fight fairCause you'll never winYeah yeah yeahWoah woah wo-wo-wo-woahWoah woah wo-wo-wo-woah
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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 f-ck
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just aint alright
Oh shit niggas
Somethin' bout to happen
Nigga this shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court building
Hope the dogs don't smell it
Welcome to vigilante
80′s so don't you ask me
I'm hungry my body's antsy
I'll rip through your f-cking pantry
Peeling off like a ? 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 ya panties
I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' f-cked, ugh
You aint heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightening bolts hit ya 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 homocide'll remind me
Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to f-ck with
Bompton Piru's aint nothing to f-ck with
Compton esé's aint nothin' to f-ck with
But they f-ck with me and bitch I love it
Lets hit the county building gotta catch my check
Spend it all to a 40 ounce to the neck
And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighbourhood wars and stolen monsters
I tell you mothaf-ckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get 64 better know how to drive it
I'm driving on E with no license or registration
Heart racin' racing past johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch
With a machine blow torch
He blowing on stress, hoping to ease the stress
He copping some blow hoping that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars cause your date coming
Run 'em down them he gun em down
I'm hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because
Them Compton crip niggas aint nothing to f-ck with
Bompton Piru's aint nothing to f-ck with
Compton esé's aint nothin' to f-ck with
But they f-ck with me and bitch I love it
Can't detour when you at war with your city
Why run for?
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
Can't detour when you at war with your city
Why run for?
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
Woah woah wo-wo-wo-woah
Woah woah wo-wo-wo-woah
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