| Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
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| One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Call 9−1-1, emergency
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| Hands up in the air for the world to see
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| It’s murder, it’s murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder
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| My daddy done killed a bitch
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| Went and put that dome to her head
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| My daddy done killa you
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| Don’t feel a pull a part that man and
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| (Let me up!) What it look like?
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| See my daddy done kill 'em dead
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| Bullets come down from the earth
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| My daddy done killa you
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| Don’t feel a pull a part that man and
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| (Let me up!) What it look?
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| Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
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| One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Call 9−1-1, emergency
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| Hands up in the air for the world to see
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| It’s murder, it’s murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder
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| (It's been a 187 in this bitch!)
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| Murderess, murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
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| Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
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| Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both trays
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| That’s one on the left and one in the right hand, Scottie Pippen both ways
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| Been doin' drive-bys, got this music industry timelined
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| Lookin' like Rosecrans when these niggas throw up them signs high
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| I’m talkin' about that bottom where it’s hot grinds
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| Shit, I’m just tryna get paid and keep ‘em thighs high
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| Sometimes I feel like I could just bury ‘em, bury 'em
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| Cause delirium, mass hysteria, scarier area
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| I’m very aware that hip hop needed somethin' to carry it
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| So I married that bitch and swung down in that chariot
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| Hangin' way too fuckin' close, beware the barrier
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| This is hub city nigga, don’t make us embarrass you
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| Man, you should be realistic, these niggas 'round here ballistic
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| We did the numbers and you lookin' like another statistic
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| Stone cold killers in these Compton streets
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| One hand on the 9, all eyes on me
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Call 9−1-1, emergency
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| Hands up in the air for the world to see
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| It’s murder, it’s murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder
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| Ahh, recognize whatever side the sides reside until the dead has risen
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| Live in a project building, dodgin' the module ceilings
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| I ride, I’mma ride in a stolen jeep
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| Ride with the eyes of five blind men, my vision (Corrupted)
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| Mama tried counselin', five plans for Kendrick (But fuck it)
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| My family’s ties, had sabotaged Rosecrans existence (abducted)
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| My aliens on surveillance, they payed me a visit (Disgusting)
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| Our stadium’s packed, raiders in black
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| Curls drippin', silver bullet, palladium in my strap
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| I lie on the side of a one way street
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| Nowhere to go, death all I can see
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| I say «Fuck is up?», I fuck 'em up, your supper’s up or somethings up
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| I hoping all get orthotist, rope it before the double dutch broke
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| Plenty ruckus with the weapon I protect it under oath
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| My discretion, fuck your blessing, fuck your life
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| Fuck your hope, fuck your mama
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| Fuck your daddy, fuck you dead homie
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| Fuck the world up when we came up, that’s Compton homie!
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder
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| Murder
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| It’s all murder
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| Murder
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| Murder, murder
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| Murder, murder
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| It’s been a murder
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| (It's been a 187 in this bitch!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Genocide , by - Dr. Dre. Song from the album Compton, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп