เพลง The City (Explicit)

Leave the angels in the city

Leave the angels in the city

Tell them muthaf-ckas I’m forever paid

California king wrestle gators in the Everglades

Drive up out that muthaf-ckin swamp in the Escalade

So before you put that Red rag in your pocket I wanna see your f-ckin 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’ma give em hurricanes until another Levee break

You niggas is featherweight, 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

64 in the ’64, now watch the Chevy scrape

4th album, no 5 mics? Then let ‘em hate

But I’m not stopping ’til I’m the f-cking king in every state

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 Cartwrightwith

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

For the record, I’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop

I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me

Tell ‘em they can find me in with the dark the ghetto children look at my heart

Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

I’m sick of muthaf-ckers talking about “the West died”

Can’t you hear my heart beating?

That’s the motherf-ckin 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 no time to run

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

I’m from the city where 2 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 10, I’m harder than the most of ‘em

Matter of fact, shorten your list nigga, top 5

Game, Biggie, Hov, prolly Pac, Nas, no particular order

Bet a mil that I slaughter, serve niggas, give a f-ck what you ordered

How dare you niggas pop fly

When I’m the nigga sold 5 mil out the gate and numbers do not lie

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’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop

I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me

Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the look ghetto at children my heart

Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

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 f-ck 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 f-ck y’all take me for? I love you cause you hate me more

I’m Kobe on the Lakers floor, except I give you 84

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

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’mm wreck it, even if my record don’t pop

I’mma tie your knot on a Downtown building, let it tow behind me

Tell ‘em they can find me in the dark with the ghetto children look at my heart

Nigga f-ck your feelings, this is me

Kendrick, 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 Manny like 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 but fly, 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!”, nigga a 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 intense colour.

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 jewellry, and keep your hands inside your vehicle.

Thank You! Enjoy it!