[Ash Riser]
We´re far from good, not good from far
90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screaming, "We don´t give a fuck!"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
Cause the kids just ain´t alright

[Ab-Soul]
Oh, shit nigga, somethin´ ´bout to happen, nigga, this shit..
Nigga this sound like 30 ki´s under the Compton court buildi´g
Hope the dogs don´t smell it

[Kendrick Lamar]
Welcome to vigilante, 80´s so don´t you ask me
I´m hungry, my body´s antsy, I rip through your fuckin´ pantry
Peelin´ 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 nothin´ harder since Daddy Kane
Take it in vain, Vicodins couldn´t ease the pain
Lightnin´ 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 travellin´ freight train, are you trained?
To go against Dracula draggin´ the record industry by my fangs
AK clips, money clips and gold chains
You walk around with a P90 like it´s the 90´s
Bullet to your temple, your homicide´ll remind me that

[Kendrick Lamar & RZA]

Compton Crip niggas ain´t nothin´ to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain´t nothin´ to fuck with
Compton éses ain´t nothin´ 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 (California Dungeons)
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop, woop de woop
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop (California Dungeons)

Let´s hit the county buildin´, gotta cash my check
Spend it all on a 40-ounce to the neck and
In retrospect I remember December being the hottest
Squad cars, neighborhood wars and stolen Mazdas
I tell you mothafuckas that life is full of hydraulics

Up and down, get a 64, better know how to drive it
I´m drivin´ on E with no license or registration
Heart racin´, racin´ pass Johnny because he´s racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raked the leaves off
Your front porch with a machine blowtorch (I´m really out here, my nigga)
He blowin´ on stress, hopin´ to ease the stress (Like, really out here)
He copping some blow, hopin´ that it can stretch
Newborn massacre, hopping out the passenger
With calendars, cause your date´s comin´
Run him down and then he gun him down, I´m hopin´ that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don´t mean nothin´, because

[Kendrick Lamar & RZA]
Compton Crip niggas ain´t nothin´ to fuck with
Bompton Pirus ain´t nothin´ to fuck with
Compton éses ain´t nothin´ 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 (California Dungeons)
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop, woop de woop
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop (California Dungeons)

Can´t detour when you´re at war with your city, why run for?
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

[Ab-Soul]
Right, I had the yapper, and I tore they ass up
We really out here, my nigga, you niggas don´t understand, my nigga
I´m off of pill and Remy Red, my nigga, trippin´, my nigga