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Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! 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Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.00] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.23] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.24] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.56] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.99] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.18] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.30] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.69] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.86] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.74] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.89] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.19] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.43] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.70] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.19] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.37] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.49] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.74] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.90] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.21] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.99] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.01] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.13] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.10] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.33] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.25] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.90] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.22] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.82] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.75] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.02] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.67] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.20] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.59] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.45] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.98] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.29] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.25] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.54] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.74] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.74] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.04] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.08] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.04] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.21] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.57] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.62] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.62] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.85] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.86] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.27] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.09] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.48] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.32] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.62] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.38] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.88] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.50] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.10] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.26] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.23] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.46] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.12] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.55] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.45] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.18] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.97] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.76] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.27] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.96] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.62] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.21] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.85] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.55] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.68] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.55] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.19] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.03] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.28] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.13] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.58] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.05] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.53] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.27] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.57] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.35] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.86] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.86] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.25] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.36] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.52] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.70] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.94] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.35] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.05] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.68] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.84] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.82] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.54] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.70] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.18] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.37] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.92] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.63] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.63] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.01] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.19] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.41] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.53] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.56] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.12] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.62] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.08] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.89] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.20] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.93] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.76] Compton\n[05:31.29] \n[05:35.27] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.40] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.32] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.08] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.18] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.07] Nigga, shut up! 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Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! 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Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. 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Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! 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or move -\n  This is cul de sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weigh in on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window check yourself\n\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned - with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, f- is up?\n  F- you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f- punk?\n\n  Pickin' up the f- pump, pickin' off you suckers\n  Suck a d- or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, \"Ay, y'all, duck\"\n  That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, -damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, f- yo' truce\n\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh- ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  m.A.A.d. city\n\n  Man down, where you from?\n  Who you know where you from?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street, I hear\n  \"Yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n\n  Wake yo' punk a- up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\n  G-yeah, real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin')\n  Hood (sup, cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\n  G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two - hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out, cuz)\n\n  My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (sup?)\n  Laced in marijuana (yah)\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth\n\n  I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'\n  You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life\n  Kendrick a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah\n  Been mixin' sh- since the '80s, loc\n  Sticks, butt-\n  Dip, make a n- flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh-\n  One time's crooked and sh-\n  Block a n- in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool\n  The hood took me under, so I follow the rules\n  But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And n- that rep colors is doin' the same thang\n\n  Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive bys in the hood lately (g-yeah)\n  Couple of IV's with the f- spray can\n  Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran\n\n  Crew, I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the - grip, g-yeah\n\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where a motherf- stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a n- at 16, would you believe me?\n  Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option\n  Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinkin' and drive\n  Hit the -, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye\n  Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide\n\n  Out that b- with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes\n  Probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, USA\n  Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  m.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got f- up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Always actin' unsensitive and sh-\n  That ain't no word\n  Shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good my n-?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":27103965,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar ‎– good kid, m.A.A.d city a short film by Kendrick Lamar (Deluxe Edition 2xLP Vinyl)","duration":345.607937,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar ‎– good kid, m.A.A.d city a short film by Kendrick Lamar (Deluxe Edition 2xLP Vinyl)\n  duration_ms: 345608\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":31624406,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"m.A.A.d city","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.02] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.22] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.23] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.58] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.93] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.10] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.32] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.63] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.88] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.77] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.85] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.19] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.43] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.77] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.15] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.33] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.45] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.74] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.90] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.26] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.97] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.01] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.19] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.15] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.31] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.23] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.91] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.27] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.89] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.79] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.09] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.63] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.23] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.58] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.45] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.94] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.20] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.29] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.52] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.78] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.75] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.02] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.01] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.02] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.29] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.57] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.65] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.64] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.82] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.85] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.20] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.08] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.46] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.38] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.64] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.38] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.82] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.55] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.16] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.21] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.25] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.45] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.13] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.58] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.44] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.19] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.92] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.74] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.28] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.95] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.63] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.23] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.88] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.56] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.65] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.57] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.12] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.02] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.21] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.14] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.56] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.02] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.52] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.23] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.51] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.37] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.82] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.83] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.23] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.38] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.55] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.70] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.95] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.39] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.08] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.68] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.89] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.80] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.53] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.77] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.16] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.36] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.91] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.64] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.63] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.07] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.11] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.45] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.58] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.04] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.60] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.15] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.66] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.01] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.88] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.27] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.99] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.71] Compton\n[05:31.44] \n[05:35.21] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.33] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.39] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.06] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.12] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.04] Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.45] Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n[05:49.52] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: m.A.A.d city\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 80\n  end_ms: 3020\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3020\n  end_ms: 6220\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6220\n  end_ms: 9230\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9230\n  end_ms: 11580\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 12930\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 12930\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 19320\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 19320\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 25880\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25880\n  end_ms: 28770\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28770\n  end_ms: 31850\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31850\n  end_ms: 35190\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 35190\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 41770\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n  start_ms: 41770\n  end_ms: 45260\n- text: Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  start_ms: 45260\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51330\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51330\n  end_ms: 54450\n- text: At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  start_ms: 54450\n  end_ms: 57740\n- text: Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57740\n  end_ms: 60900\n- text: But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n  start_ms: 60900\n  end_ms: 64260\n- text: That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  start_ms: 64260\n  end_ms: 66970\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  start_ms: 66970\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 72190\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 72190\n  end_ms: 74150\n- text: Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  start_ms: 74150\n  end_ms: 77310\n- text: Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  start_ms: 77310\n  end_ms: 80230\n- text: Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n  start_ms: 80230\n  end_ms: 83910\n- text: AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  start_ms: 83910\n  end_ms: 87270\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  start_ms: 87270\n  end_ms: 89890\n- text: Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89890\n  end_ms: 92790\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  start_ms: 92790\n  end_ms: 96090\n- text: Now crawl your head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96090\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97630\n  end_ms: 99230\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  start_ms: 99230\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: Bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: IVs on top of IVs\n  start_ms: 104450\n  end_ms: 105940\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105940\n  end_ms: 109200\n- text: When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  start_ms: 109200\n  end_ms: 112290\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112290\n  end_ms: 115520\n- text: They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115520\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121750\n- text: You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121750\n  end_ms: 125020\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 125020\n  end_ms: 129010\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 129010\n  end_ms: 132020\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 132020\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 135290\n  end_ms: 138570\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 138570\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147820\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147820\n  end_ms: 150850\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 150850\n  end_ms: 153200\n- text: '\"Yawk! 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Yawk\"'\n  start_ms: 153200\n  end_ms: 157080\n- text: Wake your punk ass up\n  start_ms: 157080\n  end_ms: 159460\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  start_ms: 159460\n  end_ms: 162380\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 162380\n  end_ms: 164640\n- text: Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  start_ms: 164640\n  end_ms: 168380\n- text: (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  start_ms: 168380\n  end_ms: 170820\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  start_ms: 170820\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 181210\n- text: Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 181210\n  end_ms: 183250\n- text: Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  start_ms: 183250\n  end_ms: 186450\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186450\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191580\n- text: In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191580\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 202740\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202740\n  end_ms: 205280\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205280\n  end_ms: 207950\n- text: I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  start_ms: 207950\n  end_ms: 210630\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210630\n  end_ms: 213230\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213230\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218560\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218560\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230120\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244020\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244020\n  end_ms: 247520\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247520\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 252510\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252510\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 257820\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257820\n  end_ms: 260830\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260830\n  end_ms: 263230\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263230\n  end_ms: 266380\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266380\n  end_ms: 268550\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268550\n  end_ms: 271700\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271700\n  end_ms: 273950\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273950\n  end_ms: 276390\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276390\n  end_ms: 279080\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279080\n  end_ms: 281680\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281680\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284800\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284800\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 289770\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289770\n  end_ms: 291160\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291160\n  end_ms: 292360\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292360\n  end_ms: 294910\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294910\n  end_ms: 297640\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297640\n  end_ms: 299630\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299630\n  end_ms: 301070\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301070\n  end_ms: 302110\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302110\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 305580\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305580\n  end_ms: 308040\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308040\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309600\n  end_ms: 311150\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311150\n  end_ms: 313660\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313660\n  end_ms: 316010\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316010\n  end_ms: 318880\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318880\n  end_ms: 321270\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321270\n  end_ms: 325990\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325990\n  end_ms: 328710\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328710\n  end_ms: 331440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331440\n  end_ms: 335210\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335210\n  end_ms: 337330\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337330\n  end_ms: 339390\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339390\n  end_ms: 341060\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341060\n  end_ms: 343120\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343120\n  end_ms: 344040\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344040\n  end_ms: 347450\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347450\n  end_ms: 349520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349520\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":20029085,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.01] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.26] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.28] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.56] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.95] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.13] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.34] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.60] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.88] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.74] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.89] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.13] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.48] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.71] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.15] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.36] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.42] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.75] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.93] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.22] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.94] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.00] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.11] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.11] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.32] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.23] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.99] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.28] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.87] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.75] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.00] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.24] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.56] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.49] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.98] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.20] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.29] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.56] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.74] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.79] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.09] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.03] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.00] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.26] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.59] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.67] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.85] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.80] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.21] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.09] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.41] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.32] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.60] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.33] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.85] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.50] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.12] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.22] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.25] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.42] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.16] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.50] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.49] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.15] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.98] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.79] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.25] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.94] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.64] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.24] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.84] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.59] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.64] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.51] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.17] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.03] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.22] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.14] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.56] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.07] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.59] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.28] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.52] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.32] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.88] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.88] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.30] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.56] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.64] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.97] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.32] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.06] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.65] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.89] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.87] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.56] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.77] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.16] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.32] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.91] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.65] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.64] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.08] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.15] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.49] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.52] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.09] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.54] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.18] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.65] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.03] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.87] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.27] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.95] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.76] Compton\n[05:31.10] \n[05:35.27] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.36] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.36] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.02] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.19] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.04] Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.45] Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n[05:49.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 350000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 3010\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3010\n  end_ms: 6260\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6260\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! 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Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 222640\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222640\n  end_ms: 225510\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225510\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233030\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233030\n  end_ms: 236220\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236220\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 247590\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247590\n  end_ms: 250280\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250280\n  end_ms: 252520\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252520\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 260880\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260880\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 266300\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266300\n  end_ms: 268560\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268560\n  end_ms: 271640\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271640\n  end_ms: 273970\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273970\n  end_ms: 276320\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276320\n  end_ms: 279060\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279060\n  end_ms: 281650\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281650\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284870\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284870\n  end_ms: 287560\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287560\n  end_ms: 289770\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289770\n  end_ms: 291160\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291160\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 294910\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294910\n  end_ms: 297650\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297650\n  end_ms: 299640\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299640\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 302150\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302150\n  end_ms: 303490\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303490\n  end_ms: 305520\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305520\n  end_ms: 308090\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308090\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 311180\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311180\n  end_ms: 313650\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313650\n  end_ms: 316030\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316030\n  end_ms: 318870\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318870\n  end_ms: 321270\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321270\n  end_ms: 325950\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325950\n  end_ms: 328760\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328760\n  end_ms: 331100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331100\n  end_ms: 335270\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335270\n  end_ms: 337360\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337360\n  end_ms: 339360\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339360\n  end_ms: 341020\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341020\n  end_ms: 343190\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343190\n  end_ms: 344040\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344040\n  end_ms: 347450\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347450\n  end_ms: 349840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349840\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":24295933,"name":"08 - m.A.A.d city","trackName":"08 - m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar","duration":350.022688,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.03] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.04] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.24] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.21] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.56] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.98] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.16] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.39] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.67] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.85] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.78] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.84] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.12] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.42] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.78] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.27] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.14] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.36] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.45] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.74] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.90] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.27] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.92] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.08] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.23] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.18] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.32] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.24] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.92] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.21] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.86] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.05] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.61] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.27] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.52] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.49] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.93] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.22] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.27] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.59] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.70] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.71] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.02] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.02] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.00] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.29] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.56] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.66] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.64] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.81] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.87] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.22] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.02] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.45] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.34] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.61] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.35] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.88] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.53] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.16] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.25] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.29] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.42] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.16] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.57] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.45] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.16] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.90] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.77] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.23] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.90] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.67] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.25] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.82] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.50] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.65] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.51] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.17] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.11] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.26] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.18] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.59] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.07] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.50] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.23] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.51] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.31] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.88] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.80] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.25] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.35] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.56] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.65] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.98] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.32] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.02] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.63] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.89] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.84] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.50] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.72] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.13] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.38] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.97] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.65] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.69] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.03] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.17] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.46] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.55] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.03] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.55] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.14] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.61] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.06] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.87] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.21] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.98] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.75] Compton\n[05:31.41] \n[05:35.21] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.33] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.31] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.07] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.19] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.09] Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.49] Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n[05:49.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 08 - m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar\n  duration_ms: 350023\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 30\n  end_ms: 3040\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3040\n  end_ms: 6240\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6240\n  end_ms: 9210\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9210\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11560\n  end_ms: 12980\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 12980\n  end_ms: 16160\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 16160\n  end_ms: 19390\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 19390\n  end_ms: 22670\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 22670\n  end_ms: 25850\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25850\n  end_ms: 28780\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28780\n  end_ms: 31840\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31840\n  end_ms: 35120\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 35120\n  end_ms: 38420\n- text: It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38420\n  end_ms: 41780\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n  start_ms: 41780\n  end_ms: 45270\n- text: Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  start_ms: 45270\n  end_ms: 48140\n- text: With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48140\n  end_ms: 51360\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51360\n  end_ms: 54450\n- text: At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  start_ms: 54450\n  end_ms: 57740\n- text: Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57740\n  end_ms: 60900\n- text: But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n  start_ms: 60900\n  end_ms: 64270\n- text: That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  start_ms: 64270\n  end_ms: 66920\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  start_ms: 66920\n  end_ms: 70080\n- text: Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 70080\n  end_ms: 72230\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 72230\n  end_ms: 74180\n- text: Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  start_ms: 74180\n  end_ms: 77320\n- text: Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  start_ms: 77320\n  end_ms: 80240\n- text: Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n  start_ms: 80240\n  end_ms: 83920\n- text: AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  start_ms: 83920\n  end_ms: 87210\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  start_ms: 87210\n  end_ms: 89860\n- text: Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89860\n  end_ms: 92760\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  start_ms: 92760\n  end_ms: 96050\n- text: Now crawl your head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96050\n  end_ms: 97610\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97610\n  end_ms: 99270\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  start_ms: 99270\n  end_ms: 102520\n- text: Bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 102520\n  end_ms: 104490\n- text: IVs on top of IVs\n  start_ms: 104490\n  end_ms: 105930\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105930\n  end_ms: 109220\n- text: When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  start_ms: 109220\n  end_ms: 112270\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112270\n  end_ms: 115590\n- text: They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115590\n  end_ms: 118700\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118700\n  end_ms: 121710\n- text: You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121710\n  end_ms: 125020\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 125020\n  end_ms: 129020\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 129020\n  end_ms: 132000\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 132000\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 135290\n  end_ms: 138560\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 138560\n  end_ms: 141660\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141660\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147810\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147810\n  end_ms: 150870\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 150870\n  end_ms: 153220\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"'\n  start_ms: 153220\n  end_ms: 157020\n- text: Wake your punk ass up\n  start_ms: 157020\n  end_ms: 159450\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  start_ms: 159450\n  end_ms: 162340\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 162340\n  end_ms: 164610\n- text: Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  start_ms: 164610\n  end_ms: 168350\n- text: (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  start_ms: 168350\n  end_ms: 170880\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  start_ms: 170880\n  end_ms: 175530\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 175530\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 181250\n- text: Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 181250\n  end_ms: 183290\n- text: Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  start_ms: 183290\n  end_ms: 186420\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186420\n  end_ms: 189160\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 189160\n  end_ms: 191570\n- text: In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191570\n  end_ms: 194450\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194450\n  end_ms: 197160\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  start_ms: 197160\n  end_ms: 200900\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 200900\n  end_ms: 202770\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202770\n  end_ms: 205230\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205230\n  end_ms: 207900\n- text: I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  start_ms: 207900\n  end_ms: 210670\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210670\n  end_ms: 213250\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213250\n  end_ms: 215820\n- text: Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215820\n  end_ms: 218500\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218500\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225510\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225510\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233110\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233110\n  end_ms: 236260\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236260\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 241590\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241590\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 247500\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247500\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 252510\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252510\n  end_ms: 255310\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255310\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 260800\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260800\n  end_ms: 263250\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263250\n  end_ms: 266350\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266350\n  end_ms: 268560\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268560\n  end_ms: 271650\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271650\n  end_ms: 273980\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273980\n  end_ms: 276320\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276320\n  end_ms: 279020\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279020\n  end_ms: 281630\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281630\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284840\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284840\n  end_ms: 287500\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287500\n  end_ms: 289720\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289720\n  end_ms: 291130\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291130\n  end_ms: 292380\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292380\n  end_ms: 294970\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294970\n  end_ms: 297650\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297650\n  end_ms: 299690\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299690\n  end_ms: 301030\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301030\n  end_ms: 302170\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302170\n  end_ms: 303460\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303460\n  end_ms: 305550\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305550\n  end_ms: 308030\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308030\n  end_ms: 309550\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309550\n  end_ms: 311140\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311140\n  end_ms: 313610\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313610\n  end_ms: 316060\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316060\n  end_ms: 318870\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318870\n  end_ms: 321210\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321210\n  end_ms: 325980\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325980\n  end_ms: 328750\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328750\n  end_ms: 331410\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331410\n  end_ms: 335210\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335210\n  end_ms: 337330\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337330\n  end_ms: 339310\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339310\n  end_ms: 341070\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341070\n  end_ms: 343190\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343190\n  end_ms: 344090\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344090\n  end_ms: 347490\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347490\n  end_ms: 349420\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349420\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":34529771,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar - Topic","albumName":"m.A.A.d city","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street, I hear\n\"Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n\nMan down, where you from?\nWho you know where you from?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin' - or move -\nThis is cul de sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weigh in on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window check yourself\n\nUh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned - with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, f- is up?\nF- you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f- punk?\n\nPickin' up the f- pump, pickin' off you suckers\nSuck a d- or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, \"Ay, y'all, duck\"\nThat's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, -damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, f- yo' truce\n\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes, except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh- ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nm.A.A.d. city\n\nMan down, where you from?\nWho you know where you from?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street, I hear\n\"Yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n\nWake yo' punk a- up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\nG-yeah, real simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin')\nHood (sup, cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\nG-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two - hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out, cuz)\n\nMy pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leavin'\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (sup?)\nLaced in marijuana (yah)\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth\n\nI was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'\nYou know the reasons, but still'll never know my life\nKendrick a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah\nBeen mixin' sh- since the '80s, loc\nSticks, butt-\nDip, make a n- flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and sh-\nOne time's crooked and sh-\nBlock a n- in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool\nThe hood took me under, so I follow the rules\nBut, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd n- that rep colors is doin' the same thang\n\nPass it to the left, so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive bys in the hood lately (g-yeah)\nCouple of IV's with the f- spray can\nShots in the crowd, then everybody ran\n\nCrew, I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the - grip, g-yeah\n\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where a motherf- stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a n- at 16, would you believe me?\nPerceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n\nKill 'em all if they gossip\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option\nOf livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinkin' and drive\nHit the -, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye\nListen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide\n\nOut that b- with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes\nProbably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, USA\nMade me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nm.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nPass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got f- up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nAlways actin' unsensitive and sh-\nThat ain't no word\nShut up\nHey, Dot, you good my n-?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.15] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.23] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.63] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.38] Every time I'm in the street, I hear\n[00:11.45] \"Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n[00:13.15] Man down, where you from?\n[00:16.27] Who you know where you from?\n[00:19.62] Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\n[00:22.81] This m.A.A.d city I run\n[00:25.61] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.74] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' - 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hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out, cuz)\n  start_ms: 183430\n  end_ms: 186520\n- text: My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186520\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191410\n- text: In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191410\n  end_ms: 194540\n- text: To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194540\n  end_ms: 197980\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (sup?)\n  start_ms: 197980\n  end_ms: 200600\n- text: Laced in marijuana (yah)\n  start_ms: 200600\n  end_ms: 202880\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202880\n  end_ms: 205280\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205280\n  end_ms: 207750\n- text: I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even\n  start_ms: 207750\n  end_ms: 210540\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'\n  start_ms: 210540\n  end_ms: 213390\n- text: You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life\n  start_ms: 213390\n  end_ms: 215840\n- text: Kendrick a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218710\n- text: G-yeah\n  start_ms: 218710\n  end_ms: 222690\n- text: Been mixin' sh- since the '80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222690\n  end_ms: 224950\n- text: Sticks, butt-\n  start_ms: 224950\n  end_ms: 227320\n- text: Dip, make a n- flip\n  start_ms: 227320\n  end_ms: 229920\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh-\n  start_ms: 229920\n  end_ms: 232840\n- text: One time's crooked and sh-\n  start_ms: 232840\n  end_ms: 234880\n- text: Block a n- in\n  start_ms: 234880\n  end_ms: 236040\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236040\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 241740\n- text: The hood took me under, so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241740\n  end_ms: 244040\n- text: But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244040\n  end_ms: 247390\n- text: And n- that rep colors is doin' the same thang\n  start_ms: 247390\n  end_ms: 250290\n- text: Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250290\n  end_ms: 252650\n- text: A couple drive bys in the hood lately (g-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252650\n  end_ms: 255640\n- text: Couple of IV's with the f- spray can\n  start_ms: 255640\n  end_ms: 258320\n- text: Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 258320\n  end_ms: 260930\n- text: Crew, I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260930\n  end_ms: 263760\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263760\n  end_ms: 266450\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266450\n  end_ms: 268850\n- text: Down the boulevard with the - grip, g-yeah\n  start_ms: 268850\n  end_ms: 271400\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271400\n  end_ms: 273870\n- text: So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah\n  start_ms: 273870\n  end_ms: 276800\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276800\n  end_ms: 279290\n- text: And a bird and ten grand's where a motherf- stand\n  start_ms: 279290\n  end_ms: 281560\n- text: If I told you I killed a n- at 16, would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 281560\n  end_ms: 284790\n- text: Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284790\n  end_ms: 287770\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287770\n  end_ms: 289820\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 289820\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 294870\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294870\n  end_ms: 297460\n- text: With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297460\n  end_ms: 299340\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  start_ms: 299340\n  end_ms: 302360\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302360\n  end_ms: 303410\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option\n  start_ms: 303410\n  end_ms: 306270\n- text: Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 306270\n  end_ms: 308380\n- text: Constantly drinkin' and drive\n  start_ms: 308380\n  end_ms: 309860\n- text: Hit the -, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye\n  start_ms: 309860\n  end_ms: 312150\n- text: Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide\n  start_ms: 312150\n  end_ms: 315030\n- text: Out that b- with deposit\n  start_ms: 315030\n  end_ms: 316140\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes\n  start_ms: 316140\n  end_ms: 317700\n- text: Probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 317700\n  end_ms: 319080\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 319080\n  end_ms: 321440\n- text: Compton, USA\n  start_ms: 321440\n  end_ms: 322390\n- text: Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 322390\n  end_ms: 325830\n- text: m.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325830\n  end_ms: 328780\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328780\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337860\n- text: You ain't the one that got f- up\n  start_ms: 337860\n  end_ms: 339250\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339250\n  end_ms: 340660\n- text: Always actin' unsensitive and sh-\n  start_ms: 340660\n  end_ms: 343320\n- text: That ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343320\n  end_ms: 344450\n- text: Shut up\n  start_ms: 344450\n  end_ms: 345430\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good my n-?\n  start_ms: 345430\n  end_ms: 347720\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347720\n  end_ms: 349140\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 349140\n  end_ms: 349210\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349210\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street, I hear\n  \"Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n\n  Man down, where you from?\n  Who you know where you from?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' - or move -\n  This is cul de sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weigh in on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window check yourself\n\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned - with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, f- is up?\n  F- you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you f- punk?\n\n  Pickin' up the f- pump, pickin' off you suckers\n  Suck a d- or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, \"Ay, y'all, duck\"\n  That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, -damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, f- yo' truce\n\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that sh- ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  m.A.A.d. city\n\n  Man down, where you from?\n  Who you know where you from?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my n-?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street, I hear\n  \"Yawk, yawk, yawk\"\n\n  Wake yo' punk a- up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\n  G-yeah, real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin')\n  Hood (sup, cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang\n  G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the livin' room of my mama's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two - hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out, cuz)\n\n  My pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leavin'\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery, the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (sup?)\n  Laced in marijuana (yah)\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foamin' at the mouth\n\n  I was straight tweakin', the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleedin'\n  You know the reasons, but still'll never know my life\n  Kendrick a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah\n  Been mixin' sh- since the '80s, loc\n  Sticks, butt-\n  Dip, make a n- flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and sh-\n  One time's crooked and sh-\n  Block a n- in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, yeah, that's cool\n  The hood took me under, so I follow the rules\n  But, yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And n- that rep colors is doin' the same thang\n\n  Pass it to the left, so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive bys in the hood lately (g-yeah)\n  Couple of IV's with the f- spray can\n  Shots in the crowd, then everybody ran\n\n  Crew, I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the - grip, g-yeah\n\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So, loc, grab a strap 'cause, g-yeah, it's so real, g-yeah\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where a motherf- stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a n- at 16, would you believe me?\n  Perceive me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of bein' a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizin' the option\n  Of livin' a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinkin' and drive\n  Hit the -, then watch this flame that arrive in his eye\n  Listen, coward, the concept is aim and then bang it and slide\n\n  Out that b- with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes\n  Probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, USA\n  Made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  m.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got f- up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Always actin' unsensitive and sh-\n  That ain't no word\n  Shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good my n-?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":26242499,"name":"Kendrick Lamar—Poetic Justice ft. Drake - Kendrick Lamar (good kid m.A.A.d city Deluxe)","trackName":"Kendrick Lamar—Poetic Justice ft. 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Or it is a problem\nAyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he heard from Sherane\nAyy, you out here for Sherane, homie?\nI don't care who this nigga over here for\nIf he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry\n\nHol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay\nI'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?\nYou gon' tell me where you from, okay?\nOr, or, or where your grandma stay\nWhere your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?\nFuck all this talkin'\nMatter of fact, get out the van, homie\nGet out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.05] Every second, every minute, man, I swear that she can get it\n[00:03.47] Say if you a bad bitch, put your hands up high\n[00:07.27] Hands up high, hands up high\n[00:10.64] Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood\n[00:15.37] I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go\n[00:21.57] I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh\n[00:25.38] And I know your taste is a little bit, mmm, high maintenance, uh\n[00:28.93] Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis\n[00:31.73] With poetic justice, poetic justice\n[00:35.49] If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?\n[00:38.67] I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when\n[00:43.42] You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen\n[00:46.17] Better yet, where your friends and 'em?\n[00:48.32] I really wanna know you all\n[00:49.96] I really wanna show you off\n[00:51.80] Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne\n[00:54.17] Cold nights when you curse this name\n[00:55.93] You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range, I heard that\n[01:00.36] She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party\n[01:03.36] Nigga, don't approach her with that Atari\n[01:05.21] Nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry\n[01:07.19] They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell\n[01:10.43] But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS\n[01:15.63] (Anytime)\n[01:17.38] You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n[01:20.93] And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n[01:25.23] Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n[01:29.94] (Anytime)\n[01:31.34] You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n[01:35.29] And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n[01:39.09] Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n[01:44.43] \n[01:46.49] I really hope you play this, 'cause, oh, girl you test my patience\n[01:49.56] With all these seductive photographs\n[01:51.26] And all these one-off vacations you've been takin'\n[01:54.33] Clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense\n[01:56.64] Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' with your other man\n[01:59.74] I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane\n[02:01.82] Take you and your momma to the motherland\n[02:03.27] I could do it, maybe one day\n[02:04.98] When you figure out you're gonna need someone\n[02:06.80] When you figure out it's alright here in the city\n[02:08.64] And you don't run from where we come from\n[02:10.40] That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice\n[02:14.37] You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted\n[02:17.56] I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex\n[02:21.57] Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh\n[02:26.28] Good God, what you doin' that walk for?\n[02:28.83] When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more\n[02:31.90] They say communication save relations, I can tell\n[02:35.14] But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS\n[02:40.50] (Anytime)\n[02:41.93] You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n[02:45.73] And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n[02:49.64] Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n[02:54.44] (Anytime)\n[02:56.01] You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n[02:59.56] And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n[03:03.78] Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n[03:11.16] Every time I write these words, they become a taboo\n[03:14.69] Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true\n[03:18.07] Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof\n[03:21.05] I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice\n[03:24.68] If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?\n[03:27.94] I mean, you need to hear this\n[03:30.32] Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' in the mirror\n[03:33.72] Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, maybe\n[03:36.58] Call me crazy, we can both be insane\n[03:39.17] A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain\n[03:42.14] I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb\n[03:45.76] And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve\n[03:49.25] I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, mm-hmm\n[03:53.34] That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, mm-hmm\n[03:56.90] Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines\n[04:00.16] Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, PS\n[04:05.51] (Anytime)\n[04:06.58] You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n[04:10.53] And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n[04:14.38] Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n[04:20.50] \n[04:29.01] I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie\n[04:31.04] Where is you from? Or it is a problem\n[04:32.93] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he heard from Sherane\n[04:34.52] Ayy, you out here for Sherane, homie?\n[04:35.66] I don't care who this nigga over here for\n[04:37.76] If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry\n[04:40.25] Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay\n[04:43.21] I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?\n[04:45.97] You gon' tell me where you from, okay?\n[04:48.42] Or, or, or where your grandma stay\n[04:51.10] Where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?\n[04:54.33] Fuck all this talkin'\n[04:55.42] Matter of fact, get out the van, homie\n[04:57.28] Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie\n[04:58.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick Lamar—Poetic Justice ft. 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now, put me in the mood\n  I'm talkin' about dark room, perfume, go, go\n\n  I recognize your fragrance, hol' up, you ain't never gotta say shit, uh\n  And I know your taste is a little bit, mmm, high maintenance, uh\n  Everybody else basic, you live life on an everyday basis\n  With poetic justice, poetic justice\n  If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?\n  I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you when\n  You're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen\n\n  Better yet, where your friends and 'em?\n  I really wanna know you all\n  I really wanna show you off\n  Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne\n  Cold nights when you curse this name\n  You called up your girlfriends and y'all curled in that little bitty Range, I heard that\n\n  She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party\n  Nigga, don't approach her with that Atari\n  Nigga, that ain't good game, homie, sorry\n  They say conversation rule a nation, I can tell\n  But I could never right my wrongs 'less I write it down for real, PS\n\n  (Anytime)\n  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n\n  (Anytime)\n  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n\n  I really hope you play this, 'cause, oh, girl you test my patience\n  With all these seductive photographs\n  And all these one-off vacations you've been takin'\n  Clearly a lot for me to take in, it don't make sense\n  Young East African girl, you too busy fuckin' with your other man\n  I was tryna put you on game, put you on a plane\n  Take you and your momma to the motherland\n  I could do it, maybe one day\n  When you figure out you're gonna need someone\n  When you figure out it's alright here in the city\n  And you don't run from where we come from\n\n  That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice\n  You were so new to this life, but goddamn, you got adjusted\n  I mean, I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex\n  Your natural hair and your soft skin and your big ass in that sundress, ooh\n  Good God, what you doin' that walk for?\n  When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less and we would talk more\n  They say communication save relations, I can tell\n  But I can never right my wrongs unless I write 'em down for real, PS\n\n  (Anytime)\n  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n\n  (Anytime)\n  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n\n  Every time I write these words, they become a taboo\n  Makin' sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true\n  Livin' my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof\n  I'm talkin' poetic justice, poetic justice\n  If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?\n  I mean, you need to hear this\n  Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' in the mirror\n\n  Love is not just a verb, it's you lookin' for it, maybe\n  Call me crazy, we can both be insane\n  A fatal attraction is common, and what we have common is pain\n  I mean, you need to hear this, love is not just a verb\n  And I can see power steerin', sex drive when you swerve\n  I want that interference, it's coherent, I can hear it, mm-hmm\n  That's your heartbeat, it either caught me or it called me, mm-hmm\n  Read slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines\n  Sincerely, yours truly, and right before you go blind, PS\n\n  (Anytime)\n  You can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it (and any place)\n  And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want\n  Poetic justice, put it in a song, alright\n\n  I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie\n  Where is you from? Or it is a problem\n  Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ask him if he heard from Sherane\n  Ayy, you out here for Sherane, homie?\n  I don't care who this nigga over here for\n  If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap! I'm sorry\n\n  Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay\n  I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?\n  You gon' tell me where you from, okay?\n  Or, or, or where your grandma stay\n  Where your mama stay, or where your daddy stay, okay?\n  Fuck all this talkin'\n  Matter of fact, get out the van, homie\n  Get out the car 'fore I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie\n"},{"id":32405485,"name":"m.A.A.d city ft. MC Eiht","trackName":"m.A.A.d city ft. 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Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.02] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.22] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.23] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.58] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.93] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.10] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.32] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.63] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.88] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.77] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.85] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.19] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.43] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.77] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.15] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.33] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.45] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.74] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.90] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.26] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.97] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.01] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.19] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.15] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.31] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.23] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.91] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.27] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.89] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.79] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.09] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.63] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.23] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.58] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.45] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.94] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.20] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.29] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.52] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.78] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.75] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.02] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.01] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.02] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.29] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.57] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.65] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.64] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.82] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.85] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.20] \"Yawk! 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Yawk\"'\n  start_ms: 153200\n  end_ms: 157080\n- text: Wake your punk ass up\n  start_ms: 157080\n  end_ms: 159460\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  start_ms: 159460\n  end_ms: 162380\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 162380\n  end_ms: 164640\n- text: Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  start_ms: 164640\n  end_ms: 168380\n- text: (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  start_ms: 168380\n  end_ms: 170820\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  start_ms: 170820\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 181210\n- text: Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 181210\n  end_ms: 183250\n- text: Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  start_ms: 183250\n  end_ms: 186450\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186450\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191580\n- text: In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191580\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 202740\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202740\n  end_ms: 205280\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205280\n  end_ms: 207950\n- text: I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  start_ms: 207950\n  end_ms: 210630\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210630\n  end_ms: 213230\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213230\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218560\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218560\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230120\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244020\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244020\n  end_ms: 247520\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247520\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 252510\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252510\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 257820\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257820\n  end_ms: 260830\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260830\n  end_ms: 263230\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263230\n  end_ms: 266380\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266380\n  end_ms: 268550\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268550\n  end_ms: 271700\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271700\n  end_ms: 273950\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273950\n  end_ms: 276390\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276390\n  end_ms: 279080\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279080\n  end_ms: 281680\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281680\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284800\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284800\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 289770\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289770\n  end_ms: 291160\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291160\n  end_ms: 292360\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292360\n  end_ms: 294910\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294910\n  end_ms: 297640\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297640\n  end_ms: 299630\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299630\n  end_ms: 301070\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301070\n  end_ms: 302110\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302110\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 305580\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305580\n  end_ms: 308040\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308040\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309600\n  end_ms: 311150\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311150\n  end_ms: 313660\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313660\n  end_ms: 316010\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316010\n  end_ms: 318880\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318880\n  end_ms: 321270\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321270\n  end_ms: 325990\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325990\n  end_ms: 328710\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328710\n  end_ms: 331440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331440\n  end_ms: 335210\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335210\n  end_ms: 337330\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337330\n  end_ms: 339390\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339390\n  end_ms: 341060\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341060\n  end_ms: 343120\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343120\n  end_ms: 344040\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344040\n  end_ms: 347450\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347450\n  end_ms: 349520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349520\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":34337216,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Kendrick Lamar Videos","duration":351.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n[05:24.64] M.A.A.d city\n[05:27.28] Compton\n[05:35.51] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.68] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.16] What you holdin' it for?\n[05:40.52] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.40] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.20] Nigga, shut up\n[05:45.11] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.03] Don't even trip\n[05:48.72] Just lay back and drink that\n[05:50.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Kendrick Lamar Videos\n  duration_ms: 351000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 3120\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3120\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! 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(Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":972601,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? 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Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":33076973,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":336.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.08] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.02] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.22] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.23] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.58] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.93] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.10] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.32] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.63] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.88] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.77] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.85] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.19] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.43] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.77] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.15] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.33] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.45] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.74] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.90] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.26] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.97] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.01] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.19] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.15] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.31] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.23] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.91] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.27] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.89] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.79] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.09] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.63] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.23] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.58] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.45] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.94] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.20] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.29] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.52] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.78] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.75] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.02] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.01] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.02] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.29] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.57] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.65] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.64] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.82] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.85] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.20] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.08] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.46] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.38] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.64] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.38] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.82] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.55] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.16] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.21] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.25] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.45] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.13] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.58] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.44] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.19] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.92] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.74] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.28] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.95] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.63] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.23] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.88] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.56] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.65] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.57] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.12] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.02] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.21] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.14] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.56] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.02] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.52] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.23] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.51] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.37] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.82] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.83] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.23] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.38] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.55] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.70] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.95] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.39] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.08] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.68] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.89] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.80] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.53] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.77] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.16] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.36] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.91] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.64] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.63] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.07] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.11] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.45] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.58] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.04] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.60] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.15] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.66] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.01] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.88] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.27] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.99] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.71] Compton\n[05:31.44] \n[05:35.21] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.33] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.39] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.06] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.12] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.04] Nigga, shut up! 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Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11580\n  end_ms: 12930\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 12930\n  end_ms: 16100\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 16100\n  end_ms: 19320\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 19320\n  end_ms: 22630\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 22630\n  end_ms: 25880\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25880\n  end_ms: 28770\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28770\n  end_ms: 31850\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31850\n  end_ms: 35190\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 35190\n  end_ms: 38430\n- text: It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38430\n  end_ms: 41770\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n  start_ms: 41770\n  end_ms: 45260\n- text: Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  start_ms: 45260\n  end_ms: 48150\n- text: With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48150\n  end_ms: 51330\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51330\n  end_ms: 54450\n- text: At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  start_ms: 54450\n  end_ms: 57740\n- text: Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57740\n  end_ms: 60900\n- text: But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n  start_ms: 60900\n  end_ms: 64260\n- text: That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  start_ms: 64260\n  end_ms: 66970\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  start_ms: 66970\n  end_ms: 70010\n- text: Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 70010\n  end_ms: 72190\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 72190\n  end_ms: 74150\n- text: Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  start_ms: 74150\n  end_ms: 77310\n- text: Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  start_ms: 77310\n  end_ms: 80230\n- text: Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n  start_ms: 80230\n  end_ms: 83910\n- text: AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  start_ms: 83910\n  end_ms: 87270\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  start_ms: 87270\n  end_ms: 89890\n- text: Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89890\n  end_ms: 92790\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  start_ms: 92790\n  end_ms: 96090\n- text: Now crawl your head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96090\n  end_ms: 97630\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97630\n  end_ms: 99230\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  start_ms: 99230\n  end_ms: 102580\n- text: Bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 102580\n  end_ms: 104450\n- text: IVs on top of IVs\n  start_ms: 104450\n  end_ms: 105940\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105940\n  end_ms: 109200\n- text: When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  start_ms: 109200\n  end_ms: 112290\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112290\n  end_ms: 115520\n- text: They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115520\n  end_ms: 118780\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118780\n  end_ms: 121750\n- text: You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121750\n  end_ms: 125020\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 125020\n  end_ms: 129010\n- text: Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  start_ms: 129010\n  end_ms: 132020\n- text: Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 132020\n  end_ms: 135290\n- text: Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 135290\n  end_ms: 138570\n- text: This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  start_ms: 138570\n  end_ms: 141650\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141650\n  end_ms: 144640\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144640\n  end_ms: 147820\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147820\n  end_ms: 150850\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 150850\n  end_ms: 153200\n- text: '\"Yawk! 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Yawk\"'\n  start_ms: 153200\n  end_ms: 157080\n- text: Wake your punk ass up\n  start_ms: 157080\n  end_ms: 159460\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  start_ms: 159460\n  end_ms: 162380\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 162380\n  end_ms: 164640\n- text: Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  start_ms: 164640\n  end_ms: 168380\n- text: (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  start_ms: 168380\n  end_ms: 170820\n- text: It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  start_ms: 170820\n  end_ms: 175550\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 175550\n  end_ms: 178160\n- text: Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178160\n  end_ms: 181210\n- text: Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 181210\n  end_ms: 183250\n- text: Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  start_ms: 183250\n  end_ms: 186450\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186450\n  end_ms: 189130\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 189130\n  end_ms: 191580\n- text: In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191580\n  end_ms: 194440\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194440\n  end_ms: 197190\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  start_ms: 197190\n  end_ms: 200920\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 200920\n  end_ms: 202740\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202740\n  end_ms: 205280\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205280\n  end_ms: 207950\n- text: I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  start_ms: 207950\n  end_ms: 210630\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210630\n  end_ms: 213230\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213230\n  end_ms: 215880\n- text: Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215880\n  end_ms: 218560\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218560\n  end_ms: 222650\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222650\n  end_ms: 225570\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225570\n  end_ms: 230120\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230120\n  end_ms: 233020\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233020\n  end_ms: 236210\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236210\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244020\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244020\n  end_ms: 247520\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247520\n  end_ms: 250230\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250230\n  end_ms: 252510\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252510\n  end_ms: 255370\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255370\n  end_ms: 257820\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257820\n  end_ms: 260830\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260830\n  end_ms: 263230\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263230\n  end_ms: 266380\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266380\n  end_ms: 268550\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268550\n  end_ms: 271700\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271700\n  end_ms: 273950\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273950\n  end_ms: 276390\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276390\n  end_ms: 279080\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279080\n  end_ms: 281680\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281680\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284800\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284800\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 289770\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289770\n  end_ms: 291160\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291160\n  end_ms: 292360\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292360\n  end_ms: 294910\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294910\n  end_ms: 297640\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297640\n  end_ms: 299630\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299630\n  end_ms: 301070\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301070\n  end_ms: 302110\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302110\n  end_ms: 303450\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303450\n  end_ms: 305580\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305580\n  end_ms: 308040\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308040\n  end_ms: 309600\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309600\n  end_ms: 311150\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311150\n  end_ms: 313660\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313660\n  end_ms: 316010\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316010\n  end_ms: 318880\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318880\n  end_ms: 321270\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321270\n  end_ms: 325990\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325990\n  end_ms: 328710\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328710\n  end_ms: 331440\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331440\n  end_ms: 335210\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335210\n  end_ms: 337330\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337330\n  end_ms: 339390\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339390\n  end_ms: 341060\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341060\n  end_ms: 343120\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343120\n  end_ms: 344040\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344040\n  end_ms: 347450\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347450\n  end_ms: 349520\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349520\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":21269492,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":344.0268479,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.06] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.01] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.26] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.28] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.56] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.95] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.13] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.34] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.60] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.88] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.74] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.89] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.13] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.48] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.71] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.26] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.15] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.36] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.42] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.75] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.93] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.22] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.94] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.00] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.11] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.11] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.32] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.23] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.99] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.28] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.87] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.75] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.00] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.24] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.56] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.49] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.98] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.20] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.29] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.56] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.74] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.79] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.09] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.03] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.00] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.26] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.59] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.67] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.85] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.80] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.21] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.09] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.41] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.32] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.60] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.33] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.85] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.50] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.12] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.22] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.25] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.42] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.16] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.50] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.49] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.15] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.98] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.79] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.25] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.94] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.64] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.24] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.84] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.59] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.64] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.51] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.17] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.03] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.22] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.14] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.56] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.07] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.59] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.28] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.52] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.32] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.88] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.88] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.30] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.56] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.64] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.97] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.32] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.06] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.65] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.89] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.87] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.56] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.77] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.16] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.32] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.91] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.65] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.64] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.08] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.15] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.49] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.52] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.09] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.54] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.18] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.65] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.03] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.87] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.27] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.95] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.76] Compton\n[05:31.10] \n[05:35.27] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.36] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.36] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.02] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.19] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.04] Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.45] Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n[05:49.84] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d city\n  duration_ms: 344027\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 3010\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3010\n  end_ms: 6260\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6260\n  end_ms: 9280\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9280\n  end_ms: 11560\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! 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Compton's Human Sacrifice\n  start_ms: 215840\n  end_ms: 218590\n- text: G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218590\n  end_ms: 222640\n- text: Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  start_ms: 222640\n  end_ms: 225510\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 225510\n  end_ms: 230170\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 230170\n  end_ms: 233030\n- text: One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 233030\n  end_ms: 236220\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 236220\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 241560\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241560\n  end_ms: 244070\n- text: But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 244070\n  end_ms: 247590\n- text: And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247590\n  end_ms: 250280\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 250280\n  end_ms: 252520\n- text: A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 252520\n  end_ms: 255320\n- text: Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255320\n  end_ms: 257880\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257880\n  end_ms: 260880\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260880\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 266300\n- text: Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 266300\n  end_ms: 268560\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 268560\n  end_ms: 271640\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271640\n  end_ms: 273970\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  start_ms: 273970\n  end_ms: 276320\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276320\n  end_ms: 279060\n- text: And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n  start_ms: 279060\n  end_ms: 281650\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  start_ms: 281650\n  end_ms: 283890\n- text: Would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 283890\n  end_ms: 284870\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284870\n  end_ms: 287560\n- text: With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  start_ms: 287560\n  end_ms: 289770\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  start_ms: 289770\n  end_ms: 291160\n- text: Would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 291160\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 294910\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294910\n  end_ms: 297650\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297650\n  end_ms: 299640\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper\n  start_ms: 299640\n  end_ms: 301080\n- text: That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  start_ms: 301080\n  end_ms: 302150\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip\n  start_ms: 302150\n  end_ms: 303490\n- text: The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  start_ms: 303490\n  end_ms: 305520\n- text: The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 305520\n  end_ms: 308090\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive\n  start_ms: 308090\n  end_ms: 309540\n- text: Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 309540\n  end_ms: 311180\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  start_ms: 311180\n  end_ms: 313650\n- text: And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  start_ms: 313650\n  end_ms: 316030\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  start_ms: 316030\n  end_ms: 318870\n- text: I live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318870\n  end_ms: 321270\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n  start_ms: 321270\n  end_ms: 325950\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 325950\n  end_ms: 328760\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 328760\n  end_ms: 331100\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 331100\n  end_ms: 335270\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335270\n  end_ms: 337360\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337360\n  end_ms: 339360\n- text: What you holding it for?\n  start_ms: 339360\n  end_ms: 341020\n- text: Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 341020\n  end_ms: 343190\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343190\n  end_ms: 344040\n- text: Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 344040\n  end_ms: 347450\n- text: Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 347450\n  end_ms: 349840\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 349840\nplain: |-\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\n  Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n  With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where - hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\n  That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n  Pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n  Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n  Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\n  AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n  Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n  Now crawl your head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n  Bodies on top of bodies\n  IVs on top of IVs\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\n  They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\n  Man down, where you from, nigga?\n  Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n  Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n  This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":13638733,"name":"m․A․A․d city","trackName":"m․A․A․d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m․A․A․d city","duration":350.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":true,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n\nWarriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\nWith society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where - hang out\nNow this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n\nThat was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\nPakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\nPack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\nPicking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\nSuck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n\nAK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\nAw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\nNow crawl your head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\nBodies on top of bodies\nIVs on top of IVs\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n\nThey say the governor collect all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n\nMan down, where you from, nigga?\nFuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\nWhere your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\nThis m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n\nWake your punk ass up\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\nReal simple and plain\nLet me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\nIt ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\nReality struck, I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\nMy Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\nG-yeah, cocaine, weed\nNiggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\nSherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\nI'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\nCouple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\nMount up, regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\nWould you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons\nWould you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper\nThat hold the cul-de-sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip\n\nThe Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\nThe option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive\nHit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\nAnd they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\nI live inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\n\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holding it for?\nNiggas always acting unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip, just lay back and drink that","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.09] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.02] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.28] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.28] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.56] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:12.93] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[00:16.13] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[00:19.34] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[00:22.67] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[00:25.85] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.79] This is not a rap on how I'm slinging crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.88] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:35.13] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.46] It was me, L Boogs and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.70] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yourself, uh\n[00:45.27] Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance\n[00:48.18] With society, the driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.31] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.47] At the same burger stand where - hang out\n[00:57.70] Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it\n[01:00.95] But ever since that day, I was looking at him different\n[01:04.24] That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the .9\n[01:06.95] Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime\n[01:10.07] Pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:12.18] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.14] Fuck you shooting for if you ain't walking up, you fucking punk?\n[01:17.37] Picking up the fucking pump, picking off you suckers\n[01:20.27] Suck a dick or die or sucker punch, a wall of bullets coming from\n[01:23.98] AK's, AR's, \"Ayy y'all, duck\"\n[01:27.23] That's what momma said when we was eating the free lunch\n[01:29.83] Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.78] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck your truce\n[01:36.06] Now crawl your head in that noose\n[01:37.63] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.27] Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces BG's up to pre-approve\n[01:42.52] Bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.46] IVs on top of IVs\n[01:45.90] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:49.27] When you hop on that trolley, make sure your colors correct\n[01:52.23] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.56] They say the governor collect all of our taxes except\n[01:58.76] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.71] You moving backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.09] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess, m.A.A.d city\n[02:09.03] Man down, where you from, nigga?\n[02:12.02] Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\n[02:15.27] Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\n[02:18.52] This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga\n[02:21.63] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.64] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:30.89] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.29] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk\"\n[02:37.09] Wake your punk ass up\n[02:39.46] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n[02:42.36] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.63] Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:48.34] (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n[02:50.84] It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n[02:55.52] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.17] Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n[03:01.28] Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.20] Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n[03:06.44] My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n[03:09.10] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.57] In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.46] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.17] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n[03:20.97] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.73] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.20] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.93] I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n[03:30.60] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.22] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.83] Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n[03:38.55] G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n[03:42.64] Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n[03:45.51] Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n[03:50.16] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:53.09] One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n[03:56.26] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.19] I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n[04:01.57] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:04.05] But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.58] And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n[04:10.24] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.52] A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n[04:15.32] Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.88] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.87] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.24] Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n[04:26.36] Mount up, regulators in the whip\n[04:28.55] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n[04:31.65] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.91] So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n[04:36.36] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.02] And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n[04:41.67] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n[04:43.84] Would you believe me?\n[04:44.88] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.51] With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n[04:49.74] If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n[04:51.12] Would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.31] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.96] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.66] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.65] Instead of boy with a chopper\n[05:01.01] That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n[05:02.17] Kill 'em all if they gossip\n[05:03.42] The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n[05:05.59] The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.04] Constantly drinking and drive\n[05:09.53] Hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:11.17] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n[05:13.69] And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n[05:16.00] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n[05:18.81] I live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.22] Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n[05:25.92] M.A.A.d city\n[05:28.70] Compton\n[05:31.36] \n[05:35.30] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.37] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.36] What you holding it for?\n[05:41.04] Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.11] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.08] Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.41] Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n[05:49.42] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m․A․A․d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m․A․A․d city\n  duration_ms: 350000\n  instrumental: false\n  language: en\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 60\n  end_ms: 2970\n  words:\n  - text: 'If '\n    start_ms: 60\n  - text: 'Pirus '\n    start_ms: 340\n  - text: 'and '\n    start_ms: 960\n  - text: 'Crips '\n    start_ms: 1120\n  - text: 'all '\n    start_ms: 1960\n  - text: 'got '\n    start_ms: 2340\n  - text: along\n    start_ms: 2580\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3090\n  end_ms: 6280\n  words:\n  - text: 'They''d '\n    start_ms: 3090\n  - text: 'probably '\n    start_ms: 3663\n  - text: 'gun '\n    start_ms: 4058\n  - text: 'me '\n    start_ms: 4275\n  - text: 'down '\n    start_ms: 4473\n  - text: 'by '\n    start_ms: 4848\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 5065\n  - text: 'end '\n    start_ms: 5283\n  - text: 'of '\n    start_ms: 5638\n  - text: 'this '\n    start_ms: 5816\n  - text: song\n    start_ms: 6033\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6280\n  end_ms: 9200\n  words:\n  - text: 'Seem '\n    start_ms: 6280\n  - text: 'like '\n    start_ms: 7205\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 7436\n  - text: 'whole '\n    start_ms: 7571\n  - text: 'city '\n    start_ms: 7957\n  - text: 'go '\n    start_ms: 8362\n  - text: 'against '\n    start_ms: 8631\n  - text: me\n    start_ms: 9113\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9200\n  end_ms: 11500\n  words:\n  - text: 'Every '\n    start_ms: 9200\n  - text: 'time '\n    start_ms: 9900\n  - text: 'I''m '\n    start_ms: 10180\n  - text: 'in '\n    start_ms: 10360\n  - text: 'the '\n    start_ms: 10480\n  - text: 'street '\n    start_ms: 10600\n  - text: 'I '\n    start_ms: 11160\n  - text: hear\n    start_ms: 11280\n- text: '\"Yawk! 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Yawk! Yawk\"\n\n  Wake your punk ass up\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah\n  Real simple and plain\n  Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin' nigga), hood (sup cuz?)\n  It ain't nothin' but a Compton thang, G-yeah, how we do\n\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleepin' in the living room in my momma's pad\n  Reality struck, I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole, two niggas hopped out on foot and dashed\n  My Pops said I needed a job, I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact, I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking, the next weekend, we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick, a.k.a. Compton's Human Sacrifice\n\n  G-yeah, cocaine, weed\n  Niggas been mixin' shit since the 80s, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt nakeds, dip, make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit, block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n\n  I'm still in the hood, loc, G-yeah, that's cool (G-yeah)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But G-yeah, that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep' colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-by's in the hood lately (G-yeah)\n  Couple of IVs with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, hearts turn brave\n  Mount up, regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (G-yeah)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause G-yeah, it's so real (G-yeah)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grands where a motherfucker stand\n\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen\n  Would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now and Laters to eat?\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons\n  Would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper\n  That hold the cul-de-sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip\n\n  The Children of the Corn, they vandalizing\n  The option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive\n  Hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept is aim\n  And they bang it and slide out that bitch with deposits\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects\n  I live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an Angel on Angel Dust, what?\n\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holding it for?\n  Niggas always acting unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up! Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip, just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":36051884,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":196.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? 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Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! 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Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? 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Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 173010\n- text: Chyea (we got five on it)\n  start_ms: 173010\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: How we do\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 186010\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186010\n  end_ms: 188690\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 188690\n  end_ms: 191320\n- text: In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191320\n  end_ms: 194330\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194330\n  end_ms: 197120\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  start_ms: 197120\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210360\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210360\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218770\n- text: Cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218770\n  end_ms: 222130\n- text: Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  start_ms: 222130\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 228080\n- text: Make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 228080\n  end_ms: 229650\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 229650\n  end_ms: 232400\n- text: One time's crooked and shit\n  start_ms: 232400\n  end_ms: 234610\n- text: Block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 234610\n  end_ms: 235890\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 235890\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: I'm still in the hood\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 240210\n- text: Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  start_ms: 240210\n  end_ms: 241440\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241440\n  end_ms: 243800\n- text: But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 243800\n  end_ms: 247320\n- text: And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247320\n  end_ms: 249760\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 249760\n  end_ms: 252400\n- text: A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  start_ms: 252400\n  end_ms: 255360\n- text: Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255360\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260480\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260480\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 265760\n- text: Mount up regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 265760\n  end_ms: 268480\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  start_ms: 268480\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271600\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 276400\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276400\n  end_ms: 279000\n- text: And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  start_ms: 279000\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287320\n- text: With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  start_ms: 287320\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292040\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292040\n  end_ms: 294840\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294840\n  end_ms: 297520\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297520\n  end_ms: 299400\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  start_ms: 299400\n  end_ms: 302080\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  start_ms: 302080\n  end_ms: 304000\n- text: They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 304000\n  end_ms: 308080\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 308080\n  end_ms: 310960\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  start_ms: 310960\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315760\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  start_ms: 315760\n  end_ms: 318920\n- text: live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318920\n  end_ms: 321360\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":36238337,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":327.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n[05:24.64] M.A.A.d city\n[05:27.28] Compton\n[05:35.51] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.68] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.16] What you holdin' it for?\n[05:40.52] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.40] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.20] Nigga, shut up\n[05:45.11] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.03] Don't even trip\n[05:48.72] Just lay back and drink that\n[05:50.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d city\n  duration_ms: 327000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 3120\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3120\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11530\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 14120\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 14120\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22280\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 22280\n  end_ms: 25640\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25640\n  end_ms: 28440\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28440\n  end_ms: 31690\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 41680\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  start_ms: 41680\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 46410\n- text: Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  start_ms: 46410\n  end_ms: 48760\n- text: The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48760\n  end_ms: 51210\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51210\n  end_ms: 54550\n- text: At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  start_ms: 54550\n  end_ms: 57800\n- text: Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57800\n  end_ms: 60880\n- text: But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  start_ms: 60880\n  end_ms: 63830\n- text: That was back when I was nine\n  start_ms: 63830\n  end_ms: 65520\n- text: Joey packed the nine\n  start_ms: 65520\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 68680\n- text: We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 74040\n- text: Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  start_ms: 74040\n  end_ms: 77240\n- text: Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  start_ms: 77240\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 82040\n- text: A wall of bullets comin' from\n  start_ms: 82040\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92760\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  start_ms: 92760\n  end_ms: 96280\n- text: Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96280\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 99080\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  start_ms: 99080\n  end_ms: 100880\n- text: Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 100880\n  end_ms: 104040\n- text: Iv's on top of IV's\n  start_ms: 104040\n  end_ms: 105800\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105800\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: When you hop on that trolley\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 110490\n- text: Make sure your color's correct\n  start_ms: 110490\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 125010\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  start_ms: 125010\n  end_ms: 128250\n- text: M.a.a.d city\n  start_ms: 128250\n  end_ms: 128930\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 128930\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 131840\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 131840\n  end_ms: 135010\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 135010\n  end_ms: 138210\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 138210\n  end_ms: 141410\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141410\n  end_ms: 144690\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144690\n  end_ms: 147840\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147840\n  end_ms: 151130\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 151130\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!'\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 157050\n- text: Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  start_ms: 157050\n  end_ms: 159250\n- text: It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 159250\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: Chyea\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 163090\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 163090\n  end_ms: 164890\n- text: '\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street'\n  start_ms: 164890\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 173010\n- text: Chyea (we got five on it)\n  start_ms: 173010\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: How we do\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 186010\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186010\n  end_ms: 188690\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 188690\n  end_ms: 191320\n- text: In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191320\n  end_ms: 194330\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194330\n  end_ms: 197120\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  start_ms: 197120\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210360\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210360\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218770\n- text: Cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218770\n  end_ms: 222130\n- text: Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  start_ms: 222130\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 228080\n- text: Make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 228080\n  end_ms: 229650\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 229650\n  end_ms: 232400\n- text: One time's crooked and shit\n  start_ms: 232400\n  end_ms: 234610\n- text: Block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 234610\n  end_ms: 235890\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 235890\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: I'm still in the hood\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 240210\n- text: Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  start_ms: 240210\n  end_ms: 241440\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241440\n  end_ms: 243800\n- text: But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 243800\n  end_ms: 247320\n- text: And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247320\n  end_ms: 249760\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 249760\n  end_ms: 252400\n- text: A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  start_ms: 252400\n  end_ms: 255360\n- text: Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255360\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260480\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260480\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 265760\n- text: Mount up regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 265760\n  end_ms: 268480\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  start_ms: 268480\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271600\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 276400\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276400\n  end_ms: 279000\n- text: And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  start_ms: 279000\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287320\n- text: With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  start_ms: 287320\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292040\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292040\n  end_ms: 294840\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294840\n  end_ms: 297520\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297520\n  end_ms: 299400\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  start_ms: 299400\n  end_ms: 302080\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  start_ms: 302080\n  end_ms: 304000\n- text: They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 304000\n  end_ms: 308080\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 308080\n  end_ms: 310960\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  start_ms: 310960\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315760\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  start_ms: 315760\n  end_ms: 318920\n- text: live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318920\n  end_ms: 321360\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":36646782,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d city","duration":18.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n[05:24.64] M.A.A.d city\n[05:27.28] Compton\n[05:35.51] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.68] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.16] What you holdin' it for?\n[05:40.52] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.40] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.20] Nigga, shut up\n[05:45.11] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.03] Don't even trip\n[05:48.72] Just lay back and drink that\n[05:50.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d city\n  duration_ms: 18000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 3120\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3120\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11530\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 14120\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 14120\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22280\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 22280\n  end_ms: 25640\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25640\n  end_ms: 28440\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28440\n  end_ms: 31690\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 41680\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  start_ms: 41680\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 46410\n- text: Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  start_ms: 46410\n  end_ms: 48760\n- text: The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48760\n  end_ms: 51210\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51210\n  end_ms: 54550\n- text: At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  start_ms: 54550\n  end_ms: 57800\n- text: Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57800\n  end_ms: 60880\n- text: But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  start_ms: 60880\n  end_ms: 63830\n- text: That was back when I was nine\n  start_ms: 63830\n  end_ms: 65520\n- text: Joey packed the nine\n  start_ms: 65520\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 68680\n- text: We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 74040\n- text: Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  start_ms: 74040\n  end_ms: 77240\n- text: Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  start_ms: 77240\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 82040\n- text: A wall of bullets comin' from\n  start_ms: 82040\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92760\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  start_ms: 92760\n  end_ms: 96280\n- text: Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96280\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 99080\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  start_ms: 99080\n  end_ms: 100880\n- text: Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 100880\n  end_ms: 104040\n- text: Iv's on top of IV's\n  start_ms: 104040\n  end_ms: 105800\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105800\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: When you hop on that trolley\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 110490\n- text: Make sure your color's correct\n  start_ms: 110490\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 125010\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  start_ms: 125010\n  end_ms: 128250\n- text: M.a.a.d city\n  start_ms: 128250\n  end_ms: 128930\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 128930\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 131840\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 131840\n  end_ms: 135010\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 135010\n  end_ms: 138210\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 138210\n  end_ms: 141410\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141410\n  end_ms: 144690\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144690\n  end_ms: 147840\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147840\n  end_ms: 151130\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 151130\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!'\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 157050\n- text: Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  start_ms: 157050\n  end_ms: 159250\n- text: It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 159250\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: Chyea\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 163090\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 163090\n  end_ms: 164890\n- text: '\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street'\n  start_ms: 164890\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 173010\n- text: Chyea (we got five on it)\n  start_ms: 173010\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: How we do\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 186010\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186010\n  end_ms: 188690\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 188690\n  end_ms: 191320\n- text: In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191320\n  end_ms: 194330\n- text: To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  start_ms: 194330\n  end_ms: 197120\n- text: Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  start_ms: 197120\n  end_ms: 199890\n- text: Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  start_ms: 199890\n  end_ms: 202560\n- text: And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  start_ms: 202560\n  end_ms: 205170\n- text: Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  start_ms: 205170\n  end_ms: 207800\n- text: I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  start_ms: 207800\n  end_ms: 210360\n- text: I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  start_ms: 210360\n  end_ms: 213080\n- text: You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  start_ms: 213080\n  end_ms: 215770\n- text: Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  start_ms: 215770\n  end_ms: 218770\n- text: Cocaine, weed\n  start_ms: 218770\n  end_ms: 222130\n- text: Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  start_ms: 222130\n  end_ms: 224560\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 228080\n- text: Make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 228080\n  end_ms: 229650\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 229650\n  end_ms: 232400\n- text: One time's crooked and shit\n  start_ms: 232400\n  end_ms: 234610\n- text: Block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 234610\n  end_ms: 235890\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 235890\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: I'm still in the hood\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 240210\n- text: Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  start_ms: 240210\n  end_ms: 241440\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241440\n  end_ms: 243800\n- text: But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 243800\n  end_ms: 247320\n- text: And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247320\n  end_ms: 249760\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 249760\n  end_ms: 252400\n- text: A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  start_ms: 252400\n  end_ms: 255360\n- text: Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255360\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260480\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260480\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 265760\n- text: Mount up regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 265760\n  end_ms: 268480\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  start_ms: 268480\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271600\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 276400\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276400\n  end_ms: 279000\n- text: And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  start_ms: 279000\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287320\n- text: With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  start_ms: 287320\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292040\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292040\n  end_ms: 294840\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294840\n  end_ms: 297520\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297520\n  end_ms: 299400\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  start_ms: 299400\n  end_ms: 302080\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  start_ms: 302080\n  end_ms: 304000\n- text: They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 304000\n  end_ms: 308080\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 308080\n  end_ms: 310960\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  start_ms: 310960\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315760\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  start_ms: 315760\n  end_ms: 318920\n- text: live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318920\n  end_ms: 321360\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":34672864,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d. city","duration":383.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n[05:24.64] M.A.A.d city\n[05:27.28] Compton\n[05:35.51] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.68] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.16] What you holdin' it for?\n[05:40.52] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.40] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.20] Nigga, shut up\n[05:45.11] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.03] Don't even trip\n[05:48.72] Just lay back and drink that\n[05:50.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d. city\n  duration_ms: 383000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 3120\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3120\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! 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(Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"},{"id":34673064,"name":"m.A.A.d city","trackName":"m.A.A.d city","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"good kid, m.A.A.d. city","duration":473.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"If Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nBrace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\nThis is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\nThis is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\nNot the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\nIt was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\nIt got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\nUh, Warriors and Conans\nHope euphoria can slow dance with society\nThe driver seat the first one to get killed\nSeen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\nAt the same burger stand where-, hang out\nNow this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\nBut ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\nThat was back when I was nine\nJoey packed the nine\nPakistan on every porch is fine\nWe adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\nWith the sliding door, fuck is up?\nFuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\nPickin' up the fuckin' pump\nPickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\nA wall of bullets comin' from\nAk's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\nThat's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\nAw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\nYou killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\nNow crawl yo' head in that noose\nYou wind up dead on the news\nAin't no peace treaty, just piecin'\nBgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\nIv's on top of IV's\nObviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\nWhen you hop on that trolley\nMake sure your color's correct\nMake sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\nThey say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\nWhen we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\nYou movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\nGo buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\nM.a.a.d city\n\"Man down\nWhere you from, nigga?\"\n\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\nIf Pirus and Crips all got along\nThey'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\nSeem like the whole city go against me\nEvery time I'm in the street I hear\n\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\nWake yo' punk ass up!\nIt ain't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea\nReal simple and plain\n\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n(Smoke somethin', nigga)\nHood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\nAin't nothin but a Compton thang\nChyea (we got five on it)\nHow we do\nFresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\nSleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\nReality struck I seen the white car crash\nHit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\nMy Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\nSecurity guard for a month and ended up leaving\nIn fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\nTo stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\nProjects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\nCocaine laced in marijuana\nAnd they wonder why I rarely smoke now\nImagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\nI was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\nI made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\nYou know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\nKendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\nCocaine, weed\nNigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\nSherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\nMake a nigga flip\nCluck heads all up and down the block and shit\nOne time's crooked and shit\nBlock a nigga in\nAlondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\nI'm still in the hood\nLoc yeah that's cool (chyea)\nThe hood took me under so I follow the rules\nBut yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\nAnd niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\nPass it to the left so I can smoke on me\nA couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\nCouple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\nShots in the crowd then everybody ran\nCrew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\nShots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\nMount up regulators in the whip\nDown the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\nTrip, we in the hood still\nSo loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\nDeal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\nAnd a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\nIf I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\nOr see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\nWith a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\nIf I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\nWould you say my intelligence now is great relief?\nAnd it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\nWith dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\nInstead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\nKill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\nThey vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\nConstantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\nThat arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\nis aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\nA price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\nlive inside the belly of the rough\nCompton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\nM.A.A.d city\nCompton\nNigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\nYou ain't the one that got fucked up\nWhat you holdin' it for?\nNiggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\nNigga, that ain't no word\nNigga, shut up\nHey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\nDon't even trip\nJust lay back and drink that\n","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.00] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[00:03.12] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[00:06.41] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[00:09.32] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[00:11.53] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n[00:13.08] \"Man down\n[00:14.12] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[00:16.01] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[00:19.12] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[00:22.28] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[00:25.64] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n[00:28.44] This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n[00:31.69] This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n[00:34.92] Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n[00:38.12] It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n[00:41.68] It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n[00:44.81] Uh, Warriors and Conans\n[00:46.41] Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n[00:48.76] The driver seat the first one to get killed\n[00:51.21] Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n[00:54.55] At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n[00:57.80] Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n[01:00.88] But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n[01:03.83] That was back when I was nine\n[01:05.52] Joey packed the nine\n[01:06.76] Pakistan on every porch is fine\n[01:08.68] We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n[01:11.92] With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n[01:14.04] Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n[01:17.24] Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n[01:18.87] Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n[01:22.04] A wall of bullets comin' from\n[01:23.64] Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n[01:26.80] That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n[01:29.75] Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n[01:32.76] You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n[01:36.28] Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n[01:37.64] You wind up dead on the news\n[01:39.08] Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n[01:40.88] Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n[01:44.04] Iv's on top of IV's\n[01:45.80] Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n[01:48.00] When you hop on that trolley\n[01:50.49] Make sure your color's correct\n[01:52.09] Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n[01:55.25] They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n[01:58.49] When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n[02:01.69] You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n[02:05.01] Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n[02:08.25] M.a.a.d city\n[02:08.93] \"Man down\n[02:10.01] Where you from, nigga?\"\n[02:11.84] \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n[02:15.01] \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n[02:18.21] \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n[02:21.41] If Pirus and Crips all got along\n[02:24.69] They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n[02:27.84] Seem like the whole city go against me\n[02:31.13] Every time I'm in the street I hear\n[02:33.01] \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n[02:37.05] Wake yo' punk ass up!\n[02:39.25] It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:42.13] Chyea\n[02:43.09] Real simple and plain\n[02:44.89] \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n[02:46.68] (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n[02:49.53] Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n[02:51.84] Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n[02:53.01] Chyea (we got five on it)\n[02:55.73] How we do\n[02:56.37] Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n[02:58.13] Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n[03:00.85] Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n[03:03.52] Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n[03:06.01] My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n[03:08.69] Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n[03:11.32] In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n[03:14.33] To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n[03:17.12] Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n[03:19.89] Cocaine laced in marijuana\n[03:22.56] And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n[03:25.17] Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n[03:27.80] I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n[03:30.36] I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n[03:33.08] You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n[03:35.77] Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n[03:38.77] Cocaine, weed\n[03:42.13] Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n[03:44.56] Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n[03:48.08] Make a nigga flip\n[03:49.65] Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n[03:52.40] One time's crooked and shit\n[03:54.61] Block a nigga in\n[03:55.89] Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n[03:59.36] I'm still in the hood\n[04:00.21] Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n[04:01.44] The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n[04:03.80] But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n[04:07.32] And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n[04:09.76] Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n[04:12.40] A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n[04:15.36] Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n[04:17.76] Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n[04:20.48] Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n[04:23.20] Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n[04:25.76] Mount up regulators in the whip\n[04:28.48] Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n[04:31.60] Trip, we in the hood still\n[04:33.81] So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n[04:36.40] Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n[04:39.00] And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n[04:41.60] If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n[04:44.56] Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n[04:47.32] With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n[04:49.60] If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n[04:52.04] Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n[04:54.84] And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n[04:57.52] With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n[04:59.40] Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n[05:02.08] Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n[05:04.00] They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n[05:08.08] Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n[05:10.96] That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n[05:13.20] is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n[05:15.76] A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n[05:18.92] live inside the belly of the rough\n[05:21.36] Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n[05:24.64] M.A.A.d city\n[05:27.28] Compton\n[05:35.51] Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n[05:37.68] You ain't the one that got fucked up\n[05:39.16] What you holdin' it for?\n[05:40.52] Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n[05:43.40] Nigga, that ain't no word\n[05:44.20] Nigga, shut up\n[05:45.11] Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n[05:47.03] Don't even trip\n[05:48.72] Just lay back and drink that\n[05:50.16] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: m.A.A.d city\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: good kid, m.A.A.d. city\n  duration_ms: 473000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 0\n  end_ms: 3120\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 3120\n  end_ms: 6410\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 6410\n  end_ms: 9320\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 9320\n  end_ms: 11530\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"'\n  start_ms: 11530\n  end_ms: 13080\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 13080\n  end_ms: 14120\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 14120\n  end_ms: 16010\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 16010\n  end_ms: 19120\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 19120\n  end_ms: 22280\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 22280\n  end_ms: 25640\n- text: Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  start_ms: 25640\n  end_ms: 28440\n- text: This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  start_ms: 28440\n  end_ms: 31690\n- text: This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  start_ms: 31690\n  end_ms: 34920\n- text: Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  start_ms: 34920\n  end_ms: 38120\n- text: It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  start_ms: 38120\n  end_ms: 41680\n- text: It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  start_ms: 41680\n  end_ms: 44810\n- text: Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  start_ms: 44810\n  end_ms: 46410\n- text: Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  start_ms: 46410\n  end_ms: 48760\n- text: The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  start_ms: 48760\n  end_ms: 51210\n- text: Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  start_ms: 51210\n  end_ms: 54550\n- text: At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  start_ms: 54550\n  end_ms: 57800\n- text: Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  start_ms: 57800\n  end_ms: 60880\n- text: But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  start_ms: 60880\n  end_ms: 63830\n- text: That was back when I was nine\n  start_ms: 63830\n  end_ms: 65520\n- text: Joey packed the nine\n  start_ms: 65520\n  end_ms: 66760\n- text: Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  start_ms: 66760\n  end_ms: 68680\n- text: We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  start_ms: 68680\n  end_ms: 71920\n- text: With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  start_ms: 71920\n  end_ms: 74040\n- text: Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  start_ms: 74040\n  end_ms: 77240\n- text: Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  start_ms: 77240\n  end_ms: 78870\n- text: Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  start_ms: 78870\n  end_ms: 82040\n- text: A wall of bullets comin' from\n  start_ms: 82040\n  end_ms: 83640\n- text: Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  start_ms: 83640\n  end_ms: 86800\n- text: That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  start_ms: 86800\n  end_ms: 89750\n- text: Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  start_ms: 89750\n  end_ms: 92760\n- text: You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  start_ms: 92760\n  end_ms: 96280\n- text: Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  start_ms: 96280\n  end_ms: 97640\n- text: You wind up dead on the news\n  start_ms: 97640\n  end_ms: 99080\n- text: Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  start_ms: 99080\n  end_ms: 100880\n- text: Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  start_ms: 100880\n  end_ms: 104040\n- text: Iv's on top of IV's\n  start_ms: 104040\n  end_ms: 105800\n- text: Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  start_ms: 105800\n  end_ms: 108000\n- text: When you hop on that trolley\n  start_ms: 108000\n  end_ms: 110490\n- text: Make sure your color's correct\n  start_ms: 110490\n  end_ms: 112090\n- text: Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  start_ms: 112090\n  end_ms: 115250\n- text: They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  start_ms: 115250\n  end_ms: 118490\n- text: When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  start_ms: 118490\n  end_ms: 121690\n- text: You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  start_ms: 121690\n  end_ms: 125010\n- text: Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  start_ms: 125010\n  end_ms: 128250\n- text: M.a.a.d city\n  start_ms: 128250\n  end_ms: 128930\n- text: '\"Man down'\n  start_ms: 128930\n  end_ms: 130010\n- text: Where you from, nigga?\"\n  start_ms: 130010\n  end_ms: 131840\n- text: '\"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 131840\n  end_ms: 135010\n- text: '\"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"'\n  start_ms: 135010\n  end_ms: 138210\n- text: '\"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"'\n  start_ms: 138210\n  end_ms: 141410\n- text: If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  start_ms: 141410\n  end_ms: 144690\n- text: They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  start_ms: 144690\n  end_ms: 147840\n- text: Seem like the whole city go against me\n  start_ms: 147840\n  end_ms: 151130\n- text: Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  start_ms: 151130\n  end_ms: 153010\n- text: '\"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!'\n  start_ms: 153010\n  end_ms: 157050\n- text: Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  start_ms: 157050\n  end_ms: 159250\n- text: It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 159250\n  end_ms: 162130\n- text: Chyea\n  start_ms: 162130\n  end_ms: 163090\n- text: Real simple and plain\n  start_ms: 163090\n  end_ms: 164890\n- text: '\"Let me teach you some lessons about the street'\n  start_ms: 164890\n  end_ms: 166680\n- text: (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  start_ms: 166680\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171840\n- text: Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  start_ms: 171840\n  end_ms: 173010\n- text: Chyea (we got five on it)\n  start_ms: 173010\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: How we do\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 176370\n- text: Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  start_ms: 176370\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 180850\n- text: Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  start_ms: 180850\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 186010\n- text: My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  start_ms: 186010\n  end_ms: 188690\n- text: Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  start_ms: 188690\n  end_ms: 191320\n- text: In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  start_ms: 191320\n  end_ms: 194330\n- 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end_ms: 224560\n- text: Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  start_ms: 224560\n  end_ms: 228080\n- text: Make a nigga flip\n  start_ms: 228080\n  end_ms: 229650\n- text: Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  start_ms: 229650\n  end_ms: 232400\n- text: One time's crooked and shit\n  start_ms: 232400\n  end_ms: 234610\n- text: Block a nigga in\n  start_ms: 234610\n  end_ms: 235890\n- text: Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  start_ms: 235890\n  end_ms: 239360\n- text: I'm still in the hood\n  start_ms: 239360\n  end_ms: 240210\n- text: Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  start_ms: 240210\n  end_ms: 241440\n- text: The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  start_ms: 241440\n  end_ms: 243800\n- text: But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  start_ms: 243800\n  end_ms: 247320\n- text: And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  start_ms: 247320\n  end_ms: 249760\n- text: Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  start_ms: 249760\n  end_ms: 252400\n- text: A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  start_ms: 252400\n  end_ms: 255360\n- text: Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  start_ms: 255360\n  end_ms: 257760\n- text: Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  start_ms: 257760\n  end_ms: 260480\n- text: Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  start_ms: 260480\n  end_ms: 263200\n- text: Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  start_ms: 263200\n  end_ms: 265760\n- text: Mount up regulators in the whip\n  start_ms: 265760\n  end_ms: 268480\n- text: Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  start_ms: 268480\n  end_ms: 271600\n- text: Trip, we in the hood still\n  start_ms: 271600\n  end_ms: 273810\n- text: So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  start_ms: 273810\n  end_ms: 276400\n- text: Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  start_ms: 276400\n  end_ms: 279000\n- text: And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  start_ms: 279000\n  end_ms: 281600\n- text: If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  start_ms: 281600\n  end_ms: 284560\n- text: Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  start_ms: 284560\n  end_ms: 287320\n- text: With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  start_ms: 287320\n  end_ms: 289600\n- text: If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  start_ms: 289600\n  end_ms: 292040\n- text: Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  start_ms: 292040\n  end_ms: 294840\n- text: And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  start_ms: 294840\n  end_ms: 297520\n- text: With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  start_ms: 297520\n  end_ms: 299400\n- text: Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  start_ms: 299400\n  end_ms: 302080\n- text: Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  start_ms: 302080\n  end_ms: 304000\n- text: They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  start_ms: 304000\n  end_ms: 308080\n- text: Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  start_ms: 308080\n  end_ms: 310960\n- text: That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  start_ms: 310960\n  end_ms: 313200\n- text: is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  start_ms: 313200\n  end_ms: 315760\n- text: A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  start_ms: 315760\n  end_ms: 318920\n- text: live inside the belly of the rough\n  start_ms: 318920\n  end_ms: 321360\n- text: Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  start_ms: 321360\n  end_ms: 324640\n- text: M.A.A.d city\n  start_ms: 324640\n  end_ms: 327280\n- text: Compton\n  start_ms: 327280\n  end_ms: 335510\n- text: Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  start_ms: 335510\n  end_ms: 337680\n- text: You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  start_ms: 337680\n  end_ms: 339160\n- text: What you holdin' it for?\n  start_ms: 339160\n  end_ms: 340520\n- text: Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  start_ms: 340520\n  end_ms: 343400\n- text: Nigga, that ain't no word\n  start_ms: 343400\n  end_ms: 344200\n- text: Nigga, shut up\n  start_ms: 344200\n  end_ms: 345110\n- text: Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  start_ms: 345110\n  end_ms: 347030\n- text: Don't even trip\n  start_ms: 347030\n  end_ms: 348720\n- text: Just lay back and drink that\n  start_ms: 348720\n  end_ms: 350160\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 350160\nplain: |\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\"\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane\n  This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine\n  This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain\n  Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain\n  It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans\n  It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self\n  Uh, Warriors and Conans\n  Hope euphoria can slow dance with society\n  The driver seat the first one to get killed\n  Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out\n  At the same burger stand where-, hang out\n  Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it\n  But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different\n  That was back when I was nine\n  Joey packed the nine\n  Pakistan on every porch is fine\n  We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time\n  With the sliding door, fuck is up?\n  Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you fuckin' punk?\n  Pickin' up the fuckin' pump\n  Pickin' off you suckers, suck a dick or die or sucker punch\n  A wall of bullets comin' from\n  Ak's, AR's, \"Aye y'all. Duck\"\n  That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch\n  Aw man, God damn, all hell broke loose\n  You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce\n  Now crawl yo' head in that noose\n  You wind up dead on the news\n  Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin'\n  Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies\n  Iv's on top of IV's\n  Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys\n  When you hop on that trolley\n  Make sure your color's correct\n  Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect\n  They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except\n  When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat\n  You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC\n  Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess\n  M.a.a.d city\n  \"Man down\n  Where you from, nigga?\"\n  \"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?\"\n  \"Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?\"\n  \"This m.A.a.d city I run, my nigga\"\n  If Pirus and Crips all got along\n  They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song\n  Seem like the whole city go against me\n  Every time I'm in the street I hear\n  \"Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!\n  Wake yo' punk ass up!\n  It ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea\n  Real simple and plain\n  \"Let me teach you some lessons about the street\n  (Smoke somethin', nigga)\n  Hood ('sup, cuz? Wassup? nah, nah, nah, fuck that, nah)\n  Ain't nothin but a Compton thang\n  Chyea (we got five on it)\n  How we do\n  Fresh outta school 'cause I was a high school grad\n  Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad\n  Reality struck I seen the white car crash\n  Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot and dashed (watch out cuz)\n  My Pops said I needed a job I thought I believed him\n  Security guard for a month and ended up leaving\n  In fact I got fired 'cause I was inspired by all of my friends\n  To stage a robbery the third Saturday I clocked in\n  Projects tore up, gang signs get thrown up (wassup?)\n  Cocaine laced in marijuana\n  And they wonder why I rarely smoke now\n  Imagine if your first blunt had you foaming at the mouth\n  I was straight tweaking the next weekend we broke even\n  I made allegiance that made a promise to see you bleeding\n  You know the reasons but still won't ever know my life\n  Kendrick AKA Compton's human sacrifice (yeah)\n  Cocaine, weed\n  Nigga's been mixing shit since the 80's, loc\n  Sherm sticks, butt-nakeds, dip\n  Make a nigga flip\n  Cluck heads all up and down the block and shit\n  One time's crooked and shit\n  Block a nigga in\n  Alondra, Rosecrans, Bullis, it's Compton\n  I'm still in the hood\n  Loc yeah that's cool (chyea)\n  The hood took me under so I follow the rules\n  But yeah that's like me, I grew up in the hood where they bang\n  And niggas that rep colors is doing the same thing\n  Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me\n  A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)\n  Couple of IV's with the fucking spray-can\n  Shots in the crowd then everybody ran\n  Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave\n  Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave\n  Mount up regulators in the whip\n  Down the boulevard with the pistol grip (chyea)\n  Trip, we in the hood still\n  So loc, grab a strap 'cause chyeah, it's so real (chyea)\n  Deal with the outcome, a strap in the hand\n  And a bird and ten grand's where motherfuckers stand\n  If I told you I killed a nigga at sixteen, would you believe me?\n  Or see me to be innocent Kendrick you seen in the street\n  With a basketball and some Now & Laters to eat\n  If I mentioned all of my skeletons, would you jump in the seat?\n  Would you say my intelligence now is great relief?\n  And it's safe to say that our next generation maybe can sleep\n  With dreams of being a lawyer or doctor\n  Instead of boy with a chopper that hold the cul de sac hostage\n  Kill 'em all if they gossip, the Children of the Corn\n  They vandalizing the option of living a lie, drown their body with toxins\n  Constantly drinking and drive, hit the powder then watch this flame\n  That arrive in his eye, listen coward, the concept\n  is aim and then bang it and slide out that bitch with deposit\n  A price on his head, the tithes probably go to the projects, I\n  live inside the belly of the rough\n  Compton, U.S.A. made me an angel on angel dust, what? (Compton)\n  M.A.A.d city\n  Compton\n  Nigga, pass Dot the bottle, damn\n  You ain't the one that got fucked up\n  What you holdin' it for?\n  Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit\n  Nigga, that ain't no word\n  Nigga, shut up\n  Hey, Dot, you good, my nigga?\n  Don't even trip\n  Just lay back and drink that\n"}]