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Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick LamarThis is king Kendrick LamarKing Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is rawFix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed itPretend it's a massacre and the masses upon usAnd I mastered being the master and dodging your honorAnd the chapter that read at 25 I would live dormant like 5 in the morningThen ring your spot while Kendrick's performingAnd if they take everything, know I gotCompton, compton, ain't no city quite like mine(ay, dre what's happenin' wit' it my nigga!)Still I'm mad, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magicStill I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gaggingWhen I'm back in the back of my city, back in the backWith a batch of them bangin' dre beats with me, look where I'm atIt's the murder cap' and I'm captain at birth of this gangster rapIt's a wrap when I'm done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a monthTo a hundred mil' in a day, bitch I'm fromCompton, compton, ain't no city quite like mineSo come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policemanWon't you spend a weekend on rosecrans niggaKhaki creasing, crime increasing on rosecrans niggaLetras de cancionesKendrick conan niggaWhere you sword at, hand on the cross and swore thatI do it big as rasputia (?) kama sutra scream fuck your positionAnd make you hold thatI'm trying to stay grounded like four flatsBut I know flats and piru crip tats(will swarm on me like a beehiveHop in the g rideFrom the west to the east sideKnow that's just how compton roll)And that's a givenI pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that's my decisionI crash the porsce then you report that you see me in benzesI must report that we import the narcotics you bought it(then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music businessI blow up every time we throw up a recordDepending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religionPerfected by niggas that manifested music to live in)Compton, compton, ain't no city quite like mineSo tell that gangster throw his set highRoll it up in a blunt, i'mma take you on the next highI did exactly what I wanted that's what made them checks flyIn my direction, you never questioned when I said IWould be a mogul before I visit 2pac and left-eyeEazy and aaliyah when I see you we gon' test driveA lambo in heaven but for now I'm on the redeyeFlying back to my city cuz I'll forever standbyCompton, compton, ain't no city quite like mineNow we can all celebrateWe can all harvest the rap artists of nwaAmerica target our rap market, it's controversy and hateHarsh realities we in made our music translateTo the coke dealers, the hood rich, and the broke niggas that playWith them gorillas that know killers that know where you stayRoll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rozayThis was brought to you by dreNow every motherfucker in here say:"look who's responsible for taking compton internationalI make 'em holla" From Letras Mania