Ronald Reagan Era (His Evil's) (исполнитель: Kendrick lamar)

[Intro: Ash Riser]
We're far from good, not good from far
90 miles per hour [bad word] Boulevard
With the top down, screaming, "We don't give a [bad word] "
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll a blunt
Cause the kids just ain't alright

[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
Oh, [bad word] [bad word]  somethin' 'bout to happen, [bad word]  this [bad word] . [bad word] this sound like 30 ki's under [bad word] court buildi'g
Hope the dogs don't smell it

[Verse 1] [bad word] to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me
I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your [bad word]  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 [bad word]  fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you getting [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] Crip niggas ain't nothin' to [bad word] with
Bompton [bad word] ain't nothin' to [bad word] [bad word] éses ain't nothin' to [bad word] with
But they [bad word] with me, and [bad word] I love it
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop, woop de woop
Woop de woop, woop de woop-woop (California Dungeons)

[Verse 2]
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 [bad word] that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a 64, better know how to drive it
I'm drivin' on with no license or registration
Heart racin', racin' past 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Can't detour when you're at war with your city, [bad word] for it?
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

[Outro: Ab-Soul]
Right, I had the yapper, and I tore they [bad word] up
We really out here, my [bad word]  you niggas don't understand, my [bad word] I'm off of pill and Remy Red, my [bad word]  trippin', my [bad word]
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