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Compton Lyrics & Chords By Kendrick Lamar

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Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar
This is King Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw
Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it
Pretend it's a massacre and the masses upon us
And I mastered being the master at dodging your honor
And the chapter that read at twenty-five I would live dormant like five in the morning
They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing
And if they take everything, know I got

Compton, Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine

Dr. Dre and Kendrick Lamar:
(Ay, Dre what's happening with it my nigga)
Still I'm at it, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magic
Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging
When I'm back in the back of my city, back in the 'bach
With a batch of them banging Dre Beats with me, look where I'm at
It's the murder cap' and I'm captain at birthing this gangsta rap
It's a wrap when I'm done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month
To a hundred mill in a day, bitch I'm from

Compton, Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine

Kendrick Lamar:
So come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policeman
Won't you spend a weekend on Rosecrans nigga?
Khaki creasing, crime increasing on Rosecrans nigga
Kendrick Conan nigga, where you sword at?
Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters
Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that
I'm trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know flats and Piru Crip tats

Will swarm on me like a beehive, hop in the G ride
From the West to the East side, know that's just how Compton roll

Dr. Dre and Kendrick Lamar:
And that's a given
I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that's my decision
I crash the Porsche then you report that you see me in Benzes
I must report that we import the narcotics you bought it
(Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business
I blow up every time we throw up a record
Depending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion
Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in)

Compton, Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine

Dr. Dre:
So tell that gangster throw his set high
Roll it up in a blunt, I'mma take you on the next high
I did exactly what I wanted that's what made them checks fly
In my direction, you never questioned when I said I
Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye
Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive
A Lambo in heaven but for now I'm on the redeye
Flying back to my city 'cause I'll forever standby

Compton, Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine

Kendrick Lamar:
Now we can all celebrate
We can all harvest the rap artists of N.W.A.
America target our rap market, it's controversy and hate
Harsh realities we in made our music translate
To the coke dealers, the hood rich, and the broke niggas that play
With them gorillas that know killers that know where you stay
Roll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rosé
This was brought to you by Dre, now every motherfucker in here say
"Look who's responsible for taking Compton international, I make 'em holla, ooh"

Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie (Just Blaze)

Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah
In the city of Compton
Ain't no city quite like mine

Mom, I finna use the van real quick
Be back, fifteen minutes

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