m.A.A.d city [Mixed] [Throwback Workout, Vol. 2]

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Man down, where you from, nigga?

Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?

Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?

This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

[Verse: Kendrick Lamar]

Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane

This is not a rap on how I'm slingin' crack or move cocaine

This is cul-de-sac and plenty Cognac and major pain

Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin' on your brain

It was me, L Boog, and Yan Yan, YG Lucky ride down Rosecrans

It got ugly, wavin' yo' hand out the window, check yourself

Uh, Warriors and Conans, hope euphoria can slow dance

With society, the driver seat, the first one to get killed

Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out

At the same burger stand where **** hang out

Now this is not a tape recorder sayin' that he did it

But ever since that day, I was lookin' at him different

That was back when I was nine, Joey packed the nine

Pakistan on every porch is fine, we adapt to crime

Pack a van with four guns at a time

With the sliding door, fuck is up?

Fuck you shootin' for if you ain't walkin' up, you fuckin' punk?

Pickin' up the fuckin' pump, pickin' off you suckers

Suck a dick or die or sucker punch

A wall of bullets comin' from AK's, AR's, "Ayy, y'all, duck"

That's what mama said when we was eatin' that free lunch

Aw man, goddamn, all hell broke loose

You killed my cousin back in '94, fuck yo' truce

Now crawl your head in that noose

You wind up dead on the news

Ain't no peace treaty, just piecin' BGs up to pre-approve

Bodies on top of bodies, IVs on top of IVs

Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys

When you hop on that trolley, make sure your color's correct

Make sure you're corporate, or they'll be callin' your mother collect

They say the governor collect all of our taxes, except

When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat

You movin' backwards if you suggest that you sleep with a TEC

Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess

​m.A.A.d. city

[Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]

Man down, where you from, nigga?

Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?

Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?

This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga

[Refrain: Kendrick Lamar, ScHoolboy Q & Gucci Mane]

If Pirus and Crips all got along

They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song

Seem like the whole city go against me

Every time I'm in the street, I hear—

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (Huh)

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (Huh, huh)

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (Huh, huh, huh)

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (Huh)

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (I'm wasted, I'm wasted)

Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk (I'm wasted, I'm wasted)