Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Genocide, artist - Dr. Dre. Album song Compton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Aftermath, Interscope
Song language: English
Genocide |
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets |
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me |
Murder, murder |
Murder, 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 |
My daddy done killed a bitch |
Went and put that dome to her head |
My daddy done killa you |
Don’t feel a pull a part that man and |
(Let me up!) What it look like? |
See my daddy done kill 'em dead |
Bullets come down from the earth |
My daddy done killa you |
Don’t feel a pull a part that man and |
(Let me up!) What it look? |
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets |
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me |
Murder, murder |
Murder, 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!) |
Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin' |
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her |
Reload the protools 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 timelined |
Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high |
I’m talkin' about that bottom where it’s hot grinds |
Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep ‘em thighs high |
Sometimes I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury 'em |
Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area |
I’m very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it |
So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot |
Hangin' 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 lookin' like another statistic |
Stone cold killers in these Compton streets |
One hand on the 9, all eyes on me |
Murder, murder |
Murder, 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, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen |
Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings |
I ride, I’mma ride in a stolen jeep |
Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted) |
Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it) |
My family’s ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted) |
My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting) |
Our stadium’s packed, raiders in black |
Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap |
I lie on the side of a one way street |
Nowhere to go, death all I can see |
I say «Fuck is up?», I fuck 'em up, your supper’s up or somethings up |
I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke |
Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath |
My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life |
Fuck your hope, fuck your mama |
Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie |
Fuck the world up when we came up, that’s Compton homie! |
Murder, murder |
Murder |
Murder |
It’s all murder |
Murder |
Murder, murder |
Murder, murder |
It’s been a murder |
(It's been a 187 in this bitch!) |