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The City

(Leave the angels in the city)

(Leave the angels in the city)

Tell them muthafuckas I'm forever paid, California king

Wrestle gators in the Everglades, drive up out that mothafuckin' swamp

In the Escalade so before you put that Red rag

In your pocket I wanna see your fuckin' resume

Started off on ground zero, then I start to levitate

Rip rappers a new asshole, I never hesitate

Dre Beats on, smoking that chronic just to meditate

I'mma give em hurricanes until another levee break

You niggas is featherweights, I'm Aftermath's heavyweight

Now Dre's weapon of mass destruction is 'bout to detonate

When a nigga wack found me, shit, I was selling weight

Now a nigga's selling millions, now it's time to celebrate

Performing in front of millions, nigga every race

Six four in a six four, now watch the Chevy scrape

Fourth album, no five mics? Then let 'em hate

But I'm not stopping 'til I'm the fucking king in every state

[Chorus]

Recognize my life, ridicule my fight,

Give me fuel for the fire burning when I yearn these lights

In the midst of the hieroglyphs my fingertips start to write,

Get familiar with Cartwright

Cause I wrote that shot, I'm a raging bull when the needle drops

For the record, I'mma wreck it,

Even if my record don't pop

I'mma tie your knot on a downtown building,

Let the toll behind me tell 'em

They can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart,

Nigga fuck your feelings, this is me

I'm sick of motherfuckers talking about "the West died"

Can't you hear my heart beating?

That's the motherfuckin' west side, you test me, you test God

I'm his son, insane songs, you come at me

Then I can split you with this Tommy gun,

You won't have time to run

I'm from the Compton slums and that's how the West ride

I'm from the city where two of the best died

Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em

Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em

Name your top ten, I'm harder than the most of 'em

Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top five

Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas

No particular order, bet a mil that I slaughter

Serve niggas, give a fuck what you ordered

How dare you niggas pop fly

When I'm the nigga sold five mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

[Chorus]

I gave you the Documentary, shit was a classic

Gave you Doctor's Advocate, you ripped it out the package

Came with LAX, since critics said it was average

I was stressed the fuck out, torn between Aftermath and

Geffen, Interscope, now I got you in the scope

Spill the red ink on the paper, it's like my pen is broke

And this is what you all been waiting for

I'm the lost angel knocking on Satan's door

What the fuck y'all take me for?

I love you cause you hate me more

I'm Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you eighty four

Shake you like Haiti's floor,

Walk up on you like "what's going on baby boy?"

Shots in that Mercedes door

Either I'm crazy, or the black Slim Shady, or

Could that be the reason that Baby said he would pay me more

But I still owe Jimmy one more album

The best the West has ever seen, no disrespect to Calvin

[Chorus]

And I wear pendant on my shoulder, soldier

Like a lieutenant, and the coupe tinted got pulled over

Johnny always lock a nigga down

Knowing damn well we don't wanna see the box like Manny Pacquiao

Little nigga Mayweather size, ride like Pac

In his prime, thug life is now on radar

Til the federal come through and raid ours

Reminiscing when the LA Raiders

Was in my home, snapback fitted on my uncle's dome

And I don't condone dickriding, I'm addicted to

Westsiding, living in a city where the skinny niggas die

And the semi bullets fly, but it turn me to a lion

Trying,

And I mean that shit

Game came through, put the city on his back

I was in the city with a nigga, had seen that shit

"Compton!", a nigga gotta scream that shit

Never went commercial, never T.V. screened that shit

Can't block or screen that shit, now everybody sing that shit

Red, is a very emotionally and intense color

It enhances human metabolism,

Increases respiration rate and raises blood pressure.

It has a very high visibility, it is why

Stop signs, stop lights and fire equipments are usually painted red.

It also represents one third of California's gang population.

Needless to say, please dress accordingly

While visiting the Los Angeles area

Also, tuck your jewelry,

And keep your hands inside your vehicle.

Thank you!

Enjoy!

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written by TAYLOR, JAYCEON / STEINMAN, JIM / VALENZANO, MARCELLO / MONTILLA, EDWARD / LYON, ANDRE / LAMAR, KENDRICK

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