ronald reagan era (his evils)

we're far from good

not good from far

ninety miles per hour down compton boulevard

with the top down screaming we don't give a fuck

drink my forty ounce of freedom while i roll my blunt

cause the kids just ain't alright

oh shit nigga

something bout to happen

nigga

this shit

nigga

this sound like thirty ki's under the compton court building

hope the dogs don't smell it

welcome to vigilante

eighties so don't you ask me

i'm hungry

my body's antsy

i rip through your fucking pantry

peeling off like a xanny

examine my orchestra

granny said when i'm old enough

i'll be sure to be all i can be

you niggas marcus camby

washed up

pussy fix your panties

i'm mr. marcus

you getting fucked

uh

you ain't heard nothing harder since daddy kane

take it in vain

vicodins couldn't ease the pain

lightning bolts hit your body

you thought it rained

not a cloud in sight

just the shit that i write

strong enough to stand in front of a traveling freight train

are you trained

to go against dracula?

dragging the record industry by my fangs

ak clips

money clips and gold chains

you walk around with a p-90 like it's the 90s

bullet to your temple

you're homicidal

remind me

that

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compton crip niggas ain't nothing to fuck with

bompton pirus ain't nothing to fuck with

compton eses ain't nothing to fuck with

but they fuck with me

and bitch i love it

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop-woop

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop-woop

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop-woop

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop

woop-de-woop-woop

let's hit the county building

gotta cash my check

spend it all on a forty-ounce to the neck

and in retrospect i remember december being the hottest

squad cars

neighborhood wars and stolen mazdas

i tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

up and down

get a six-four

better know how to drive it

i'm driving on e with no license or registration

heart racing

racing past johnny because he's racist

1987

the children on ronald reagan

raked the leaves off your front porch with a machine blowtorch

you blowing on stress hoping to ease the stress

he copping some blow

hoping that he can stretch

newborn massacre

hopping out the passenger

with calendars

cause your day coming

run him down and then he gun him down

i'm hoping that you fast enough

even the legs of michael johnson don't mean nothing

because

can't detour when you at war with your city

why run for it?

just ride with me

just die with me

that gun store right there

when you fight don't fight fair

cause you'll never win

can't detour when you at war with your city

why run for it?

just ride with me

just die with me

that gun store right there

when you fight don't fight fair

cause you'll never win

yeah

yeah

yeah

whoa

whoa

whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

whoa

whoa

whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

whoa

whoa

whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

whoa

whoa

whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

we really out here my nigga

you niggas don't understand my nigga

i'm off of pill and remy red my nigga

tripping my nigga