| These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
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| No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
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| Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
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| Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
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| Middle don’t exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
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| Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
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| I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
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| The police don’t come around these parts
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| They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
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| The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
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| Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on
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| Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement
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| Black folks grieving, headlines reading
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| Tryna pay it no mind, you just living your life
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| Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
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| Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
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| I ain’t living in fear but I’m holding him tight
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| Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
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| I ain’t living in fear but I’m holding him tight
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| Damn, why the fuck are they after me?
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| Maybe cause I’m a bastard
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| Or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally
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| Still tryna figure out, why the fuck I’m full of rage
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| I think I know this is bullshit right around the fifth grade
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| Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switch blade
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| Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay)
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| But I’m a product of the system raised on government aid
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| And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (whoa)
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| Just a young black man from Compton wondering who could save us
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| And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us
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| So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis
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| Some of us was unbalanced but some us used our talents
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| Not all of us criminals but cops be yelling, «Stay back nigga!»
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| We need a little bit of payback
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| Don’t treat me like an animal cause all this shit is flammable
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| Don’t fuck around cause when it’s done it’s done
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| (Fuck you!)
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| And the old folks tell me it’s been going on since back in the day
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| But that don’t make it okay
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| And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting’s insane
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| But you don’t know our pain
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| The police don’t come around these parts
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| They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
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| The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
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| Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on
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| The police don’t come around these parts
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| They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
|
| The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
|
| Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on
|
| These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
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| No tricks no gimmicks, I be stomping down down down down down demons
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| Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast
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| Where the people disagree, the upper class hate
|
| Middle don’t exist, the bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
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| Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch
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| I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on
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| And the old folks tell me it’s been going on since back in the day
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| But that don’t make it okay
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| And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting’s insane
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| But you don’t know our pain
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| The police don’t come around these parts
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| They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
|
| The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
|
| Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on
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| The police don’t come around these parts
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| They tell me that we all a bunch of animals
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| The only time they wanna turn the cameras on
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| Is when we’re fuckin' shit up, come on
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| Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier
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| And I’m Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)
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| What, Premo!
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| Yeah we fuckin' shit up
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| No, we don’t play no games here
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| Mother fucker please!
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| Aftermath
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| One of the reasons that me and you click
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| We don’t lose, I always win
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| Let’s face it you basic boy
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| For realer
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| Professional winners
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| For realer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Animals , by - Dr. Dre. Song from the album Compton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп