Dr. Dre, Marsha Ambrosius, Candice Pillay, Kendrick Lamar - Genocide lyrics
Dr. Dre [Andre Romell Young] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Dr. Dre, Marsha Ambrosius, Candice Pillay, Kendrick Lamar - Genocide lyrics]
Stone-cold killers in these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder murder, murder, ha
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
Murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo)
Bullet to the dome, to the head
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and
(Turn me up) What it look like?
See, murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo)
Bullets come down from the air
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and
(Turn me up) What it look?
There's the stone cold killers
In these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder it's murder, it's murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
Murder this, murder listen
Hear that Suburban whippin'?
Tinted windows, right at your wifey (Brrrat)
And I bet you miss her
Reload the Pro Tools and we throw
The clip in both trays
That's one on the left and
One in the right hand
Scottie Pippen, both ways
Been doin' drive-bys
Got this music industry timeline
Lookin' like Rosecrans
When these niggas throw up them signs high
I'm talking about that bottom
Where it's high crimes
Shit, I’m just tryna get paid
And keep them thighs high (Thighs high)
Sometimes, I feel like I could just bury ‘em
Bury 'em cause delirium, mass hysteria
No scarier area
I'm very aware hip-hop needed
Something to carry it
So I married that bitch and
Swung down in that chariot
And you way too fuckin' close
Beware the barrier this is Hub City, nigga
Don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic
These niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers
And you looking like another statistic
There's the stone-cold killers in
These Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder it's murder, it's murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
(Ahh, shit) Recognize what live
Inside these eyes
I'ma ride until the dead has risen
Live in a project building
Dodging the module ceilings
I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen Jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men
My vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counseling
Five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family ties had
Sabotaged Rosecrans existence (Abducted)
My aliens on surveillance
They paid me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, Raiders in black
Curls dripping, silver bullet
Palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one-way street
(Blow-blow-blow-blow)
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
(Blow-blow-blow-blow)
I say "Fuck is up?" I fuck 'em up
Your supper's up, and something's up
I hope he no can walk the
Tightest rope before the double-dutch
Broke plenty records with this weapon
I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing
Fuck your life, fuck your hope
Fuck your mama fuck your daddy
Fuck your dead homie
Fucked the world up when we
Came up, that's Compton, homie!
Murder, murder murder murder
It's all murder murder ahh!
Murder, murder murder, murder
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder murder, murder, ha
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
Murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo)
Bullet to the dome, to the head
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and
(Turn me up) What it look like?
See, murda dem down, kill 'em dead (Yo)
Bullets come down from the air
Murda dem down, kill a yout'
Don fi pull up on di man and
(Turn me up) What it look?
There's the stone cold killers
In these Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder it's murder, it's murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
It's been a 187 in this bitch!
Murder this, murder listen
Hear that Suburban whippin'?
Tinted windows, right at your wifey (Brrrat)
And I bet you miss her
Reload the Pro Tools and we throw
The clip in both trays
That's one on the left and
One in the right hand
Scottie Pippen, both ways
Been doin' drive-bys
Got this music industry timeline
Lookin' like Rosecrans
When these niggas throw up them signs high
I'm talking about that bottom
Where it's high crimes
Shit, I’m just tryna get paid
And keep them thighs high (Thighs high)
Sometimes, I feel like I could just bury ‘em
Bury 'em cause delirium, mass hysteria
No scarier area
I'm very aware hip-hop needed
Something to carry it
So I married that bitch and
Swung down in that chariot
And you way too fuckin' close
Beware the barrier this is Hub City, nigga
Don't make us embarrass you
Man, you should be realistic
These niggas 'round here ballistic
We did the numbers
And you looking like another statistic
There's the stone-cold killers in
These Compton streets
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
Murder, murder it's murder, it's murder
Call 9-1-1, emergency
Hands up in the air for the world to see
It's murder, it's murder
Murder, murder (Murder)
(Ahh, shit) Recognize what live
Inside these eyes
I'ma ride until the dead has risen
Live in a project building
Dodging the module ceilings
I ride, I'ma ride in a stolen Jeep
Ride with the eyes of five blind men
My vision (Corrupted)
Mama tried counseling
Five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
My family ties had
Sabotaged Rosecrans existence (Abducted)
My aliens on surveillance
They paid me a visit (Disgusting)
Our stadium's packed, Raiders in black
Curls dripping, silver bullet
Palladium in my strap
I lie on the side of a one-way street
(Blow-blow-blow-blow)
Nowhere to go, death all I can see
(Blow-blow-blow-blow)
I say "Fuck is up?" I fuck 'em up
Your supper's up, and something's up
I hope he no can walk the
Tightest rope before the double-dutch
Broke plenty records with this weapon
I protect it under oath
My discretion, fuck your blessing
Fuck your life, fuck your hope
Fuck your mama fuck your daddy
Fuck your dead homie
Fucked the world up when we
Came up, that's Compton, homie!
Murder, murder murder murder
It's all murder murder ahh!
Murder, murder murder, murder
It's been a 187 in this bitch!