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这是tmd的GAME时间！
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我奶奶的咖啡桌上有六磅的慢性药物
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这就是你我如何记住它的
It's motherfuckin' Game time!
耶，沉浸在卖酒商店，卡其布裤子里有九块
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
瘸子想追上我，我的雪佛兰像粉刺爆发般冲刺
That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
我的城市对我来说像个陷阱：被枪杀；被抢劫；被刺杀；被追到家里，然后被打出来
Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
被东西刺，警察，穿着破烂衣服的堕落黑鬼
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
崩溃的黑人朝我走来，像射击肯尼迪一样
My city a trap me; been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
轩尼诗止不住留下，有谋杀的趋势
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
如果你不知道他们让我从哪里来
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
马丁当我拔出我的枪
Slugs drippin' with Hennessey, got murderous tendencies
刀疤脸，汽车追逐，告诉我你的血什么味道
And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
问你的宝贝妈妈，她会告诉你如何品尝血液
Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
没有希望的人，我仍然回到了DRE的身边，等待并且从不离开
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
在节奏中奔跑，“在康普顿贱人才安全”
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a Blood taste
在这个操蛋的地方制作了百万的东西
Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
仍然在抽烟，DRE我们需要天花板啊
Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
康普顿！他们在这里杀戮
Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
他们在这里训练
Compton! They're killing in this motherfucker
锁上门吧，他们在这里偷窃
They're drilling in this motherfucker
没有链条，没有绳子，这是我的家
Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
黑人是这个中心城市，这是禁飞区
No chains, no reins, this my home
黑人拿着燃烧器
Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
就像涡轮增压那样开始破坏
Niggas pull out burners
后街有失去控制的怪物
Start breaking like turbo on ozone
也就是斜坡跑道和针刺的地方
Crack fiends on the back streets
和弹簧刀，你这个贱人做的
Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
把所有辣椒放到你的乐事薯条里
And switchblades, if you bitch made
像我们梦中的蒙特哥贝
Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
但是我们得到的就交换会
Where we dream of Montego Bay
哪里遇到警察，哪里就开枪
But all we got is the swap meet
把血留在混凝土上
Where the cops meet, go bang bang
我是唯一与MOBB DEEP冲突的黑人
Leaves blood stains on the concrete
因为我在那条街是暴徒
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
我是西部的骑兵，衣服上放着枪
Cause I mob deep down that side street
不要恨我，管好你的钱
I'm a West side rider, live with gats on collars
我在罗斯克兰斯两手都拿着格洛克手枪
Don't hate me, better get your dollars
依靠在马车上
I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
脸红的就像我名字在可乐罐上
Leaning on that Brougham
在康普顿的另一天，我嗨到爆
Flamed up like a coke can with my name on it
知道有人在看，但我不知道为什么
Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
感觉到火烧到了天上
Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
你感觉到什么，我今晚不会死
Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
所以我侥幸度过，侥幸度过
Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
侥幸度过，侥幸度过
So I get by, I get by
因为这是康普顿的一天
I get by, I get, I get by
Cause it's just another day in Compton
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