Kendrick Lamar - Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils) lyrics

[Ashtro Bot] We're far from good, not good from far Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard with the top down screaming we don't give a f** Drink my forty ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt cause the kids just ain't alright [Interlude] Oh sh** n***a, something bout to happen n***a, this sh**, n***a, this sound like thirty ki's under the Compton court building Hope the dogs don't smell it [Kendrick Lamar] Welcome to vigilante, eighties so don't you ask me I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your f**ing pantry Peeling off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be You n***as Marcus Camby, washed up p**y fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you getting f**ed, uh You ain't heard nothing harder since Daddy Kane Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained Not a cloud in sight, just the sh** that I write Strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train Are you trained, to go against Dracula? Dragging the record industry by my fangs AK clips, money clips and gold chains You walk around with a P-90 like it's the 90s Bullet to your temple, you're homicidal, remind me, that [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar (RZA)] Compton Crip n***as ain't nothing to f** with Bompton Pirus ain't nothing to f** with Compton eses ain't nothing to f** with But they f** with me, and b**h I love it Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons) Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop, woop-de-woop Woop-de-woop, woop-de-woop-woop (California dungeons) [Kendrick Lamar] Let's hit the county building, gotta cash my check Spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck And in retrospect I remember December being the hottest Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas I tell you motherf**ers that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it I'm driving on E with no license or registration Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he's racist 1987, the children on Ronald Reagan raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I'm really out here n***a) You blowing on stress hoping to ease the stress (Like, really out here) He copping some blow, hoping that he can stretch Newborn ma**acre, hopping out the pa**enger with calendars, cause your day coming Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hoping that you fast enough Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothing, because [Chorus] [Kendrick Lamar] Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win (Right, I had the chopper and I tore they a** up) Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for it? Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there When you fight don't fight fair, cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa [Outro] We really out here my n***a, you n***as don't understand my n***a I'm off of pill and Remy Red my n***a, tripping my n***a