Compton - Kendrick Lamar, Dr. Dre

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 and dodging your honor

And the chapter that read at 25 I would live dormant like 5 in the morning

Then ring your spot while Kendrick’s performing

And if they take everything, know I got

Compton, compton, ain’t no city quite like mine

(Ay, dre what’s happenin’wit’it my nigga!)

Dre

Still I’m mad, 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 back

With a batch of them bangin’dre beats with me, look where I’m at It’s the murder cap’and I’m captain at birth of this gangster rap

It’s a wrap when I’m done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month

To a hundred mil’in a day, bitch I’m from

Kendrick

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 (?) 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)

Dre (and Kendrick)

And that’s a given

I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that’s my decision

I crash the porsce 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)

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 cuz I’ll forever standby

Kendrick

Now we can all celebrate

We can all harvest the rap artists of nwa

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 rozay

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»