m.A.A.d city - Kendrick Lamar

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NOT CLEAN! Just press the green flag and let it loop. Use the sliders to change the speed or volume. WHEN YOU ARE READY TO UNPAUSE MAKE SURE TO MOVE YOUR MOUSE AWAY FROM THE BUTTON THEN PRESS IT. Clean Lyrics: If Guys and Dudes all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!" "Man down Where you from, fella?" "Smash who you know, where you from, my fella?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my fella?" "This m.A.A.d city I run, my fella" Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin rugs or move rugs This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighing on your brain It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans It got ugly, waving your hand out the window, check yo self Uh, Warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The driver seat the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned fella with his brains blown out At the same burger stand where-, hang out Now this is not a tape recording saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Pakistan on every porch is fine We adapt to crime, pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door, smash is up? Smash you shootin' for if you ain't walkin up you smashin' punk? Pickin' up the smashin' pump Pickin' off you suckers, suck a rooster or die or sucker punch A wall of bullets comin' from Ak's, AR's, "Aye y'all. Duck" That's what momma said when we was eatin' that free lunch Aw man, God darn, all heck broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94, smash yo' truce Now crawl yo' head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' Bgs up to pre-approve, bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of IV's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trolley Make sure your color's correct Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be calling your mother collect They say the governor collect, all of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that crap ain't no threat You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess m.A.A.d city "Man down Where you from, fella?" "Smash who you know, where you from, my fella?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my fella?" "This m.A.A.d city I run, my fella" If Guys and Dudes all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear "Yawk! Yawk! Yawk!