[Intro: Ash Riser]
We're far from good, not good from far
90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming, "We don't give a f**!"
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll a blunt
Cause the kids just ain't alright
[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Oh, sh** n***a, somethin' 'bout to happen, n***a, this sh**..
n***a this sound like 30 ki's under the Compton court buildi'g
Hope the dogs don't smell it
[Verse 1]
Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me
I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your f**in' pantry
Peelin' 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 nothin' harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightnin' 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 travellin' freight train, are you trained?
To go against Dracula draggin' the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple, your homicide'll remind me that
[Hook]
Compton Crip n***as ain't nothin' to f** with
Bompton Pirus ain't nothin' to f** with
Compton éses ain't nothin' 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)
[Verse 2]
Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a 40-ounce to the neck and
In retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you mothaf**as that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a 64, better know how to drive it
I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration
Heart racin', racin' past Johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raked the leaves off
Your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I'm really out here, my n***a)
He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (Like, really out here)
He copping some blow, hopin' that it can stretch
Newborn ma**acre, hopping out the pa**enger
With calendars, cause your date's comin'
Run him down and then he gun him down, I'm hopin' that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin', because
[Hook]
[Bridge]
Can't detour when you're at war with your city, why run for?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store, right there
When you fight, don't fight fair cause you'll never win, yeah
[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Right, I had the yapper, and I tore they a** up
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, trippin', my n***a