(Gunshot)
On and On روشن و روشن
On and On روشن و روشن
On and On روشن و روشن
On and On روشن و روشن
Back when Dot was hangin' out at Top's in the Benzo زمانی که دات در تاپز در بنزو حضور داشت
Freestylin' to them Chronic instrumentals, no pens and pencils
I was out there Bloodin' like a menstrual من آنجا بودم مثل قاعدگی خون می ریختم
With a Backwood clinched between my dentals, way back when
When we was outside with the indo
Hotboxin' rentals in front of Centennial, remedial thoughts
Never thought that I would amount to shit
Smoke chronic, *** bitches, ride around bouncin' shit
From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin' bitches
That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck
Just left Compton, and I ain't have to use my AK
What a day, what a day
Back when my driver's license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis, I made my tape
And recorded portraits in front of sirens, I made you hate the vibrant
You can't escape the tyrant, you can't relate where I've been
In '98 my problem, actin' too grown and shit
Cappin' at bitches, yeah my religion through songs and shit
On Me, that's On Me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin' with Tetris if your block neglectin' your ki
Everyday I wake up with my face up to my father
Makin' sure my heart is pure enough to grow my seed and harvest
All my king is stuffin', double up my plantation with dollar
Every dream is such reality, my déjà vu done caught up
Bitch I'm brought up with the homies, that's On Me
24/7, Kendrick revvin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I raise AK
Ain't no shame on it, cry about it, *** that, I'll play
Like no name on it, blindsided, ain't no one safe
Documentary had identities of where I'm from
Therefore my energy had to make sure the better me won
It ain't no better one, son, it ain't no tellin' me nothin'
Nigga that's Chuck, Doc Dre and K, the legacy's done, BLAOW!
Oh man, you thought these *** with attitude would show gratitude
Fooled you
From 2015 to infinity it's still bomb *** and Hennessy
I can *** a butterfly for the energy
Game I need acapella
There I go, give me a minute, nigga
'Bout to hit a home run, K. Dot, grab the pennant, nigga
Pin it on my Pendleton, *** late night, Jay Leno them
Got my mom a tennis bracelet, Wimbledon of Wilmington
Now can I rap for a minute? Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see *** like when I was a *** of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc and Kendrick
Chronic, good kid, my first year, 3 documentaries
Now I'm blockin' sentries, 16 Impalas
They bounce like they Iguodala
That's on my mama, *** up and did me a solid
I put that On Me, that's On Me
You get a bullet fuckin' with the lil' homie
Thinkin' back then like *** your rules, *** this is Piru
Slide through with the Erykah Badu
West side Compton, *** don't mind if I do
From Piru Street to my old street
Nigga this Compton, grew up on a dead end
Got an armful of dead friends
Round *** Crips be sweatin' us *** like a headband
Like what's up cuz
(Yo dawg where you from?)
No time to stop and think
Pull your strap before they do or you get shot before you blink
Straight outta Compton, 3 times I told you
The third time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you *** like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take their pitbulls and feed them *** rottweilers
My clip full, I quick pull, no more slangin' 8 *** on the corner
And all them *** I used to freestyle with, I ate y'all on the corner
Call the coroner, *** dead out here
Hangin' onto life by a thread out here
Them *** wearin' all that red out here
P snapbacks on *** heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red bandana legit
My uncle told me before he died, "Just keep your hand on the brick"
So I did
Sell every chicken that a *** had in stock, yes I did
Walked to Compton, hot pocket full of rocks, yes I did
Skipped class, yes I did, whooped *** ass, yes I did
Fucked a *** behind the bleachers while on the rag, that's on Bloods
Westside, that's on Bloods, this TEC fly, that's on Bloods
You *** with Dot, I'll let you choke on your blood
I put that...
On Me, that's On Me
On Me, that's On Me
On Me, that's On Me
Raise up, *** you are not the homie
On Me, that's On Me
On Me, that's On Me
On Me, that's On Me
Raise up, *** you are not the homie