Quando è stata rilasciata la canzone “Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)” di Kendrick Lamar?

La canzone Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils) è stata rilasciata nel 2011, nell’album “Section.80”.

Chi ha composto la canzone “Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)” di di Kendrick Lamar?

La canzone “Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)” di di Kendrick Lamar è stata composta da Kendrick Lamar, Dante Perkins, Donte Perkins.

Ronald Reagan Era (His Evils)

Kendrick Lamar, Dante Perkins, Donte Perkins

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We're far from good, not good from far
Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"
Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt
'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Oh shit, nigga
Somethin' 'bout to happen
Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building
Hope the dogs don't smell it

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me
I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' 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
Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh
You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane
Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain
Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained
Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' 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 homocide'll remind me

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with
Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with
Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with
But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it
Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop
Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop
(California Dungeons)
Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop
Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop
(California Dungeons)

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 motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics
Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it
I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration
Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist
1987, the children of Ronald Reagan
Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)
He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)
He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch
New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger
With calendars 'cause your date comin'
Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down
I'm hopin' that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?
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
(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)
Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?
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, yeah, yeah

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga
You niggas don't understand, my nigga
I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga
Trippin', my nigga

We're far from good, not good from far

Siamo lontani dal bene, non bene da lontano

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Novanta miglia all'ora giù per Compton Boulevard

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Con il tetto abbassato, urlando, "Non ce ne frega un cazzo"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Bevo la mia libertà da 40 once mentre arrotolo il mio spinello

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Perché i ragazzi non stanno bene

Oh shit, nigga

Oh merda, negro

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Sta per succedere qualcosa

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Negro, questa merda, negro, suona come trenta chiavi sotto l'edificio del tribunale di Compton

Hope the dogs don't smell it

Spero che i cani non lo annusino

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Benvenuto a vigilante, anni '80 quindi non chiedermi

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

Ho fame, il mio corpo è inquieto, strappo il tuo cazzo di dispensa

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Staccandomi come uno Xanny, esamino la mia orchestra

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

La nonna ha detto che quando sarò abbastanza grande, farò tutto quello che posso

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Voi negri Marcus Camby, lavati

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Fica, aggiusta le tue mutandine, io sono Mr. Marcus, stai per essere scopato, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

Non hai sentito niente di più duro da Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Prendilo in vena, i Vicodin non potrebbero alleviare il dolore

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Fulmini colpiscono il tuo corpo, pensavi che piovesse

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

Nessuna nuvola in vista, solo la merda che scrivo abbastanza forte

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Per stare di fronte a un treno merci in movimento

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

Sei addestrato, per andare contro Dracula?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Trascinando l'industria discografica con i miei canini

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

Clip AK, clip di soldi e catene d'oro

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Cammini in giro con un P90 come se fossero gli anni '90

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Proiettile al tuo tempio, il tuo omicidio mi ricorderà

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Che i Crip di Compton non sono da prendere alla leggera

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

I Piru di Bompton non sono da prendere alla leggera

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Gli eses di Compton non sono da prendere alla leggera

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Ma loro si fanno i cazzi miei, e puttana, mi piace

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Carceri della California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Carceri della California)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Andiamo all'edificio della contea, devo incassare il mio assegno

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Spendo tutto in una 40 once per il collo

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

E in retrospettiva, ricordo dicembre come il più caldo

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Auto della polizia, guerre di quartiere e Mazdas rubate

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Vi dico stronzi che la vita è piena di idraulici

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Su e giù, prendi un sei-quattro, meglio che sappia come guidarlo

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Sto guidando a vuoto senza patente o registrazione

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Cuore che corre, corre più veloce di Johnny perché è razzista

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, i figli di Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Rastrello le foglie dal tuo portico con un cannello (Sono davvero qui fuori, mio negro)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Sta soffiando sullo stress, sperando di alleviare lo stress (come, davvero qui fuori però)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Sta comprando un po' di cocaina sperando che possa durare

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Massacro di neonati, saltando fuori dal passeggero

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Con calendari perché la tua data sta arrivando

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Li insegue e poi li ammazza

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

Spero che tu sia abbastanza veloce

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Anche le gambe di Michael Johnson non significano niente perché

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

I Crip di Compton non sono da prendere alla leggera

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

I Piru di Bompton non sono da prendere alla leggera

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Gli eses di Compton non sono da prendere alla leggera

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Ma loro si fanno i cazzi miei, e puttana, mi piace

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Carceri della California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Carceri della California)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Non puoi deviare quando sei in guerra con la tua città, perché scappare?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Basta guidare con me, basta morire con me, quel negozio di armi proprio lì

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Quando combatti, non combattere lealmente, perché non vincerai mai

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(Giusto, avevo il yopper, e li ho fatti a pezzi)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Non puoi deviare quando sei in guerra con la tua città, perché scappare?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Basta guidare con me, basta morire con me, quel negozio di armi proprio lì

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Quando combatti, non combattere lealmente, perché non vincerai mai, sì, sì, sì

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Siamo davvero qui fuori, mio negro

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Voi negri non capite, mio negro

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Sono fuori di testa con una pillola e Rémy Red, mio negro

Trippin', my nigga

Strambo, mio negro

We're far from good, not good from far

Estamos longe de ser bons, não somos bons de longe

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Noventa milhas por hora pela Compton Boulevard

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Com o teto aberto, gritando, "Nós não damos a mínima"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Beba minha liberdade de 40 onças enquanto eu enrolo meu baseado

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Porque as crianças simplesmente não estão bem

Oh shit, nigga

Oh merda, mano

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Algo está prestes a acontecer

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Mano, essa merda, mano, isso soa como trinta chaves debaixo do prédio do tribunal de Compton

Hope the dogs don't smell it

Espero que os cães não sintam o cheiro

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Bem-vindo ao vigilante, anos 80 então não me pergunte

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

Estou com fome, meu corpo está inquieto, eu rasgo sua despensa

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Descascando como um Xanny, examine minha orquestra

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

Vovó disse que quando eu for velho o suficiente, com certeza serei tudo o que posso ser

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Vocês são Marcus Camby, acabados

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Vadia, arrume suas calcinhas, eu sou o Sr. Marcus, você está sendo fodido, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

Você não ouviu nada mais difícil desde Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Leve em vão, Vicodins não puderam aliviar a dor

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Relâmpagos atingem seu corpo, você pensou que choveu

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

Nenhuma nuvem à vista, apenas a merda que eu escrevo forte o suficiente

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Para ficar na frente de um trem de carga em movimento

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

Você está treinado, para ir contra Drácula?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Arrastando a indústria da música pelos meus dentes

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

Clipes AK, clipes de dinheiro e correntes de ouro

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Você anda por aí com um P90 como se fosse os anos 90

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Bala na sua têmpora, seu homicídio vai me lembrar

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Que os Crips de Compton não são nada para se mexer

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Os Piru's de Bompton não são nada para se mexer

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Os eses de Compton não são nada para se mexer

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Mas eles mexem comigo, e vadia, eu adoro

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Califórnia Dungeons)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Califórnia Dungeons)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Vamos ao prédio do condado, tenho que descontar meu cheque

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Gasto tudo em uma garrafa de 40 onças para o pescoço

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

E em retrospecto, lembro de dezembro sendo o mais quente

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Carros de polícia, guerras de bairro e Mazdas roubados

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Eu digo a vocês filhos da puta que a vida é cheia de hidráulicos

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Para cima e para baixo, pegue um seis-quatro, é melhor saber como dirigir

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Estou dirigindo na reserva sem licença ou registro

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Coração acelerado, correndo passado Johnny porque ele é racista

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, os filhos de Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Rake as folhas da sua varanda com um maçarico (Eu estou realmente aqui, meu mano)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Ele está fumando estresse, esperando aliviar o estresse (tipo, realmente aqui mesmo)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Ele está comprando um pouco de cocaína esperando que possa esticar

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Massacre de recém-nascidos, pulando do passageiro

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Com calendários porque sua data está chegando

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Corra atrás deles e depois atire neles

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

Estou esperando que você seja rápido o suficiente

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Mesmo as pernas de Michael Johnson não significam nada porque

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Os Crips de Compton não são nada para se mexer

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Os Piru's de Bompton não são nada para se mexer

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Os eses de Compton não são nada para se mexer

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Mas eles mexem comigo, e vadia, eu adoro

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Califórnia Dungeons)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Califórnia Dungeons)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Não pode desviar quando você está em guerra com sua cidade, por que correr?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Apenas ande comigo, apenas morra comigo, aquela loja de armas bem ali

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Quando você luta, não lute de forma justa, porque você nunca vai ganhar

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(Certo, eu tinha a metralhadora, e eu acabei com eles)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Não pode desviar quando você está em guerra com sua cidade, por que correr?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Apenas ande comigo, apenas morra comigo, aquela loja de armas bem ali

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Quando você luta, não lute de forma justa, porque você nunca vai ganhar, sim, sim, sim

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Nós realmente estamos aqui, meu mano

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Vocês não entendem, meu mano

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Estou sob o efeito de uma pílula e Rémy Red, meu mano

Trippin', my nigga

Pirando, meu mano

We're far from good, not good from far

Estamos lejos de ser buenos, no somos buenos desde lejos

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Noventa millas por hora por el Boulevard Compton

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Con la capota bajada, gritando, "No nos importa un carajo"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Bebo mis 40 onzas de libertad mientras armo mi porro

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Porque los niños simplemente no están bien

Oh shit, nigga

Oh mierda, negro

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Algo está a punto de suceder

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Negro, esta mierda, negro, suena como treinta llaves bajo el edificio de la corte de Compton

Hope the dogs don't smell it

Espero que los perros no lo huelan

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Bienvenido a vigilante, 80's así que no me preguntes

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

Tengo hambre, mi cuerpo está inquieto, arraso con tu maldita despensa

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Despegando como un Xanny, examina mi orquesta

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

La abuela dijo que cuando sea lo suficientemente mayor, me aseguraré de ser todo lo que puedo ser

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Ustedes negros Marcus Camby, lavados

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Coño, arregla tus bragas, soy el señor Marcus, te están jodiendo, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

No has oído nada más duro desde Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Tómalo en vano, los Vicodins no pudieron aliviar el dolor

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Los rayos golpean tu cuerpo, pensaste que llovía

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

No hay una nube a la vista, solo la mierda que escribo lo suficientemente fuerte

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Para pararme frente a un tren de carga en movimiento

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

¿Estás entrenado, para ir contra Drácula?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Arrastrando la industria discográfica por mis colmillos

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

Clips AK, clips de dinero y cadenas de oro

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Andas con una P90 como si fueran los 90

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Bala en tu sien, tu homicidio me recordará

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Que los Crip de Compton no son con quienes joder

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Los Piru de Bompton no son nada con lo que joder

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Los eses de Compton no son nada con lo que joder

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Pero se meten conmigo, y perra, me encanta

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Mazmorras de California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Mazmorras de California)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Vamos al edificio del condado, tengo que cobrar mi cheque

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Gástalo todo en una 40 onzas para el cuello

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

Y en retrospectiva, recuerdo diciembre siendo el más caliente

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Patrullas, guerras de barrio y Mazdas robados

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Les digo a ustedes hijos de puta que la vida está llena de hidráulicos

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Arriba y abajo, consigue un seis-cuatro, mejor saber cómo conducirlo

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Estoy conduciendo en E sin licencia ni registro

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Corazón acelerado, corriendo más rápido que Johnny porque es racista

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, los hijos de Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Barre las hojas de tu porche con un soplete (Realmente estoy aquí, mi negro)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Está soplando en estrés, esperando aliviar el estrés (como, realmente aquí)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Está comprando algo de coca esperando que pueda estirarse

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Masacre de recién nacidos, saltando del pasajero

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Con calendarios porque tu cita está llegando

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Los derriba y luego los acribilla

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

Espero que seas lo suficientemente rápido

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Incluso las piernas de Michael Johnson no significan nada porque

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Los Crip de Compton no son con quienes joder

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Los Piru de Bompton no son nada con lo que joder

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Los eses de Compton no son nada con lo que joder

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Pero se meten conmigo, y perra, me encanta

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Mazmorras de California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Mazmorras de California)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

No puedes desviarte cuando estás en guerra con tu ciudad, ¿por qué correr?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Simplemente viaja conmigo, simplemente muere conmigo, esa tienda de armas está justo allí

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Cuando peleas, no peleas limpio, porque nunca ganarás

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(Correcto, tenía la yopper, y les rompí el culo)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

No puedes desviarte cuando estás en guerra con tu ciudad, ¿por qué correr?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Simplemente viaja conmigo, simplemente muere conmigo, esa tienda de armas está justo allí

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cuando peleas, no peleas limpio, porque nunca ganarás, sí, sí, sí

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Realmente estamos aquí, mi negro

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Ustedes negros no entienden, mi negro

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Estoy con una pastilla y Rémy Red, mi negro

Trippin', my nigga

Tripeando, mi negro

We're far from good, not good from far

Nous sommes loin d'être bons, pas bons de loin

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Quatre-vingt-dix miles à l'heure sur le boulevard Compton

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Avec le toit ouvert, criant, "On s'en fout"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Bois ma liberté de 40 onces pendant que je roule mon joint

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Parce que les gosses ne vont pas bien

Oh shit, nigga

Oh merde, mec

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Quelque chose est sur le point de se passer

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Mec, cette merde, mec, ça sonne comme trente clés sous le tribunal de Compton

Hope the dogs don't smell it

J'espère que les chiens ne le sentiront pas

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Bienvenue au vigilantisme, années 80 alors ne me demande pas

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

J'ai faim, mon corps est impatient, je déchire ton putain de garde-manger

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Je décolle comme un Xanny, examine mon orchestre

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

Mamie a dit que quand je serai assez grand, je serai sûr d'être tout ce que je peux être

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Vous, les négros Marcus Camby, vous êtes finis

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Chatte, arrange tes culottes, je suis Mr. Marcus, tu te fais baiser, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

Vous n'avez rien entendu de plus dur depuis Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Prenez-le en vain, les Vicodins ne pouvaient pas soulager la douleur

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Des éclairs frappent votre corps, vous pensiez qu'il pleuvait

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

Pas un nuage en vue, juste la merde que j'écris assez fort

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Pour tenir devant un train de marchandises en mouvement

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

Êtes-vous formé, pour aller contre Dracula ?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Je traîne l'industrie du disque par mes crocs

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

Des chargeurs AK, des pinces à billets et des chaînes en or

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Vous vous promenez avec un P90 comme si c'était les années 90

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Une balle dans votre temple, votre homicide me rappellera

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Que les Crips de Compton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Les Piru de Bompton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Les eses de Compton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Mais ils se foutent de moi, et salope, j'adore ça

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Allons au bâtiment du comté, je dois encaisser mon chèque

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Je dépense tout pour une 40 onces dans le cou

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

Et en rétrospective, je me souviens que décembre était le plus chaud

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Voitures de patrouille, guerres de quartier, et Mazdas volées

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Je vous dis, putains, que la vie est pleine d'hydrauliques

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Haut et bas, obtenez une six-quatre, mieux vaut savoir comment la conduire

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Je conduis sur E sans permis ni immatriculation

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Le cœur battant, je dépasse Johnny parce qu'il est raciste

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, les enfants de Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Ratissez les feuilles de votre porche avec un chalumeau (Je suis vraiment là, mon pote)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Il souffle sur le stress, espérant soulager le stress (genre, vraiment là)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Il achète de la coke en espérant qu'elle puisse s'étirer

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Massacre de nouveau-nés, sautant hors du passager

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Avec des calendriers parce que votre date arrive

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Il les abat et puis il les descend

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

J'espère que vous êtes assez rapide

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Même les jambes de Michael Johnson ne signifient rien parce que

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Que les Crips de Compton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Les Piru de Bompton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Les eses de Compton ne sont pas à prendre à la légère

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Mais ils se foutent de moi, et salope, j'adore ça

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

On ne peut pas détourner quand on est en guerre avec sa ville, pourquoi courir ?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Roule juste avec moi, meurs juste avec moi, ce magasin d'armes juste là

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Quand tu te bats, ne te bats pas à la loyale, parce que tu ne gagneras jamais

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(D'accord, j'avais le yopper, et je les ai déchirés)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

On ne peut pas détourner quand on est en guerre avec sa ville, pourquoi courir ?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Roule juste avec moi, meurs juste avec moi, ce magasin d'armes juste là

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Quand tu te bats, ne te bats pas à la loyale, parce que tu ne gagneras jamais, ouais, ouais, ouais

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Nous sommes vraiment là, mon pote

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Vous ne comprenez pas, mes potes

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Je suis sous l'effet d'une pilule et du Rémy Red, mon pote

Trippin', my nigga

Je délire, mon pote

We're far from good, not good from far

Wir sind weit entfernt von gut, nicht gut von weit

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Neunzig Meilen pro Stunde die Compton Boulevard hinunter

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Mit dem Dach unten, schreiend, „Es ist uns scheißegal“

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Trinke meine 40 Unzen Freiheit, während ich meinen Joint drehe

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Denn die Kinder sind einfach nicht in Ordnung

Oh shit, nigga

Oh Scheiße, Nigga

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Etwas steht kurz bevor

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Nigga, dieser Scheiß, Nigga, das klingt wie dreißig Schlüssel unter dem Compton Gerichtsgebäude

Hope the dogs don't smell it

Hoffentlich riechen die Hunde es nicht

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Willkommen beim Vigilanten, 80er also frag mich nicht

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

Ich habe Hunger, mein Körper ist unruhig, ich reiße durch deine verdammte Speisekammer

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Abziehen wie ein Xanny, untersuche mein Orchester

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

Oma sagte, wenn ich alt genug bin, werde ich sicher alles sein, was ich sein kann

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Ihr Niggas Marcus Camby, ausgewaschen

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Muschi, richte deine Höschen, ich bin Mr. Marcus, du wirst gefickt, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

Du hast nichts Härteres gehört seit Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Nimm es eitel, Vicodins konnten den Schmerz nicht lindern

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Blitze treffen deinen Körper, du dachtest es regnet

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

Keine Wolke in Sicht, nur der Scheiß, den ich schreibe stark genug

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Um vor einem fahrenden Güterzug zu stehen

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

Bist du trainiert, gegen Dracula zu kämpfen?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Die Plattenindustrie an meinen Reißzähnen ziehend

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

AK Clips, Geldclips und Goldketten

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Du läufst mit einer P90 herum, als wäre es die 90er

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Kugel zu deinem Tempel, dein Mord wird mich erinnern

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Dass Compton Crip Niggas nichts sind, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Bompton Piru's sind nichts, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Compton eses sind nichts, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Aber sie legen sich mit mir an, und Schlampe, ich liebe es

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Kalifornische Verliese)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Kalifornische Verliese)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Lasst uns zum Bezirksgebäude gehen, ich muss meinen Scheck einlösen

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Gib alles für eine 40 Unzen bis zum Hals aus

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

Und im Nachhinein erinnere ich mich, dass der Dezember der heißeste war

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Streifenwagen, Nachbarschaftskriege und gestohlene Mazdas

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Ich sage euch Arschlöchern, dass das Leben voller Hydraulik ist

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Auf und ab, hol dir einen Sechser, du solltest besser wissen, wie man ihn fährt

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Ich fahre auf E ohne Führerschein oder Zulassung

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Herzrasen, rasen an Johnny vorbei, weil er rassistisch ist

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, die Kinder von Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Reche das Laub von deiner Veranda mit einem Maschinenbrenner (Ich bin wirklich hier draußen, mein Nigga)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Er bläst auf Stress, in der Hoffnung, den Stress zu lindern (wie, wirklich hier draußen)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Er kauft etwas Blow in der Hoffnung, dass es sich strecken lässt

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Neugeborenes Massaker, aus dem Beifahrer hüpfend

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Mit Kalendern, denn dein Date kommt

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Lauf sie nieder und dann erschießt er sie

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

Ich hoffe, dass du schnell genug bist

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Selbst die Beine von Michael Johnson bedeuten nichts, weil

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Dass Compton Crip Niggas nichts sind, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Bompton Piru's sind nichts, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Compton eses sind nichts, mit denen man sich anlegen sollte

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Aber sie legen sich mit mir an, und Schlampe, ich liebe es

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Kalifornische Verliese)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Kalifornische Verliese)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Kann nicht umkehren, wenn du im Krieg mit deiner Stadt bist, warum rennen?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Fahr einfach mit mir, stirb einfach mit mir, dort drüben ist der Waffenladen

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Wenn du kämpfst, kämpfe nicht fair, denn du wirst nie gewinnen

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(Recht, ich hatte den Yopper, und ich habe ihren Arsch aufgerissen)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Kann nicht umkehren, wenn du im Krieg mit deiner Stadt bist, warum rennen?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Fahr einfach mit mir, stirb einfach mit mir, dort drüben ist der Waffenladen

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Wenn du kämpfst, kämpfe nicht fair, denn du wirst nie gewinnen, ja, ja, ja

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Wir sind wirklich hier draußen, mein Nigga

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Ihr Niggas versteht nicht, mein Nigga

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Ich bin auf einer Pille und Rémy Red, mein Nigga

Trippin', my nigga

Trippin', mein Nigga

We're far from good, not good from far

Kami jauh dari baik, tidak baik dari jauh

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

Sembilan puluh mil per jam di Compton Boulevard

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

Dengan atap terbuka, berteriak, "Kami tidak peduli"

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

Minum 40 ons kebebasanku sambil menggulung bluntku

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

Karena anak-anak ini tidak baik-baik saja

Oh shit, nigga

Oh sial, bro

Somethin' 'bout to happen

Ada yang akan terjadi

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

Bro, ini serius, ini terdengar seperti tiga puluh kunci di bawah gedung pengadilan Compton

Hope the dogs don't smell it

Semoga anjing-anjing tidak menciumnya

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

Selamat datang di dunia vigilante, tahun 80-an jadi jangan tanya aku

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

Aku lapar, tubuhku gelisah, aku merobek lemari makananmu

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

Lepas seperti Xanax, periksa orkestraku

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

Nenek bilang saat aku cukup umur, aku akan pastikan aku bisa melakukan segalanya

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

Kalian ini Marcus Camby, sudah cuci tangan

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

Pussy, betulkan celana dalammu, aku Mr. Marcus, kau akan kena, uh

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

Kau belum mendengar sesuatu yang lebih keras sejak Daddy Kane

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

Ambil secara sia-sia, Vicodin tidak bisa meredakan rasa sakit

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

Kilat menyambar tubuhmu, kau kira hujan

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

Tidak ada awan di langit, hanya omong kosong yang kutulis cukup kuat

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

Untuk berdiri di depan kereta barang yang melaju

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

Apakah kamu terlatih, untuk melawan Dracula?

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

Menyeret industri rekaman dengan taringku

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

Magazine AK, klip uang dan rantai emas

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

Kau berjalan-jalan dengan P90 seolah-olah ini tahun 90-an

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

Peluru di pelipismu, pembunuhanmu akan mengingatkanku

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Bahwa geng Crip Compton itu tidak bisa diacuhkan

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Piru Bompton juga tidak bisa diacuhkan

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Ese Compton juga tidak bisa diacuhkan

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Tapi mereka bergaul dengan saya, dan sial, saya suka

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Dungeons California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Dungeons California)

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

Ayo ke gedung kabupaten, harus tunai cekku

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

Habiskan semua untuk 40 ons ke leher

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

Dan jika dipikir-pikir, aku ingat Desember adalah yang terpanas

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

Mobil patroli, perang lingkungan, dan Mazda yang dicuri

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

Aku bilang pada kalian semua bahwa hidup ini penuh dengan hidrolik

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

Naik turun, dapatkan enam-empat, lebih baik tahu cara mengendarainya

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

Aku mengemudi dengan E tanpa SIM atau registrasi

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

Jantung berdebar, melaju melewati Johnny karena dia rasis

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987, anak-anak Ronald Reagan

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

Membersihkan daun di beranda depanmu dengan obor mesin (aku benar-benar di luar sini, bro)

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

Dia meniup stres, berharap bisa meredakan stres (seperti, benar-benar di luar sini)

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

Dia membeli kokain berharap itu bisa bertahan

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

Pembantaian bayi baru lahir, melompat keluar dari penumpang

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

Dengan kalender karena tanggalmu akan tiba

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

Tabrak mereka lalu tembak mereka

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

Aku berharap kau cukup cepat

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

Bahkan kaki Michael Johnson tidak berarti apa-apa karena

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

Bahwa geng Crip Compton itu tidak bisa diacuhkan

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

Piru Bompton juga tidak bisa diacuhkan

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

Ese Compton juga tidak bisa diacuhkan

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

Tapi mereka bergaul dengan saya, dan sial, saya suka

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Dungeons California)

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

(California Dungeons)

(Dungeons California)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Tidak bisa mengambil jalan lain saat kamu berperang dengan kotamu, mengapa lari?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Hanya berkendara denganku, hanya mati denganku, toko senjata tepat di sana

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

Saat kamu bertarung, jangan bermain adil, karena kamu tidak akan pernah menang

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

(Benar, aku punya yopper, dan aku menghancurkan mereka)

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

Tidak bisa mengambil jalan lain saat kamu berperang dengan kotamu, mengapa lari?

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

Hanya berkendara denganku, hanya mati denganku, toko senjata tepat di sana

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

Saat kamu bertarung, jangan bermain adil, karena kamu tidak akan pernah menang, ya, ya, ya

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

We really out here, my nigga

Kami benar-benar di luar sini, bro

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

Kalian tidak mengerti, bro

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

Aku mabuk pil dan Rémy Red, bro

Trippin', my nigga

Terganggu, bro

We're far from good, not good from far

我们离好还很远，不是从远处看好

Ninety miles per hour down Compton Boulevard

我们以每小时九十英里的速度沿康普顿大道疾驰

With the top down, screamin', "We don't give a fuck"

敞篷车顶下，我们尖叫着，“我们不在乎”

Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I roll my blunt

我一边喝着自由的40盎司啤酒，一边卷着我的烟卷

'Cause the kids just ain't alright

因为孩子们并不好

Oh shit, nigga

哦，天哪，兄弟

Somethin' 'bout to happen

要发生什么事了

Nigga, this shit, nigga, this sound like thirty keys under the Compton court building

兄弟，这事儿，兄弟，这听起来像康普顿法院大楼下的三十公斤

Hope the dogs don't smell it

希望警犬闻不到

Welcome to vigilante, 80's so don't you ask me

欢迎来到自卫队，80年代的，所以别问我

I'm hungry, my body's antsy, I rip through your fuckin' pantry

我饿了，我的身体焦躁，我要闯进你他妈的食品储藏室

Peelin' off like a Xanny, examine my orchestra

像服用了Xanax一样迅速离开，检查我的管弦乐队

Granny said when I'm old enough, I'll be sure to be all I can be

奶奶说等我长大了，我会尽力做到最好

You niggas Marcus Camby, washed up

你们这些家伙就像马库斯·坎比，洗刷刷的

Pussy, fix your panties, I'm Mr. Marcus, you gettin' fucked, uh

小妞，整理好你的内裤，我是马库斯先生，你要被操了，呃

You ain't heard nothin' harder since Daddy Kane

自从Daddy Kane以来你没听过更硬的东西

Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't ease the pain

白费劲，Vicodin也无法缓解痛苦

Lightning bolts hit your body, you thought it rained

闪电击中你的身体，你以为下雨了

Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write strong enough

天空一片晴朗，只有我写的东西足够强大

To stand in front of a travelin' freight train

能站在行驶中的货运列车前

Are you trained, to go against Dracula?

你接受训练了吗，去对抗德古拉？

Draggin' the record industry by my fangs

用我的獠牙拖着唱片行业

AK clips, money clips and gold chains

AK弹夹，钱夹和金链

You walk around with a P90 like it's the 90's

你带着P90四处走动，好像还在90年代

Bullet to your temple, your homocide'll remind me

子弹打在你的太阳穴，你的谋杀会让我想起

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

那些康普顿克里普帮的黑人不是好惹的

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

庞普顿皮鲁帮也不是好惹的

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

康普顿的墨西哥帮派也不是好惹的

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

但他们和我一起，而且，宝贝，我喜欢

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦呼啦

(California Dungeons)

（加利福尼亚地牢）

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦呼啦

(California Dungeons)

（加利福尼亚地牢）

Let's hit the county buildin', gotta cash my check

我们去县政府大楼，得兑现我的支票

Spend it all on a 40 ounce to the neck

把钱都花在一瓶直接喝的40盎司啤酒上

And in retrospect, I remember December being the hottest

回想起来，我记得十二月是最热的

Squad cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen Mazdas

警车，街区战争，和被偷的马自达

I tell you motherfuckers that life is full of hydraulics

我告诉你们这些混蛋，生活充满了液压机

Up and down, get a six-four, better know how to drive it

上上下下，得到一辆六四，最好知道怎么开

I'm drivin' on E with no license or registration

我开车没油了，没有驾照或登记

Heart racin', racing past Johnny because he's racist

心急如焚，超过约翰尼，因为他是种族主义者

1987, the children of Ronald Reagan

1987年，罗纳德·里根的孩子们

Rake the leaves off your front porch with a machine blow torch (I'm really out here, my nigga)

用机器喷灯清扫你前廊的落叶（我真的在外面，我的兄弟）

He blowin' on stress, hopin' to ease the stress (like, really out here though)

他吹着压力，希望能缓解压力（就像，真的在外面）

He coppin' some blow hopin' that it can stretch

他买了些可卡因，希望能撑得住

New born massacre, hoppin' out the passenger

新生的屠杀，从副驾驶座上跳下来

With calendars 'cause your date comin'

带着日历，因为你的日期快到了

Run 'em down and then he gun 'em down

追上他们然后枪毙他们

I'm hopin' that you fast enough

我希望你跑得够快

Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't mean nothin' because

即使是迈克尔·约翰逊的腿也没用，因为

That Compton Crip niggas ain't nothin' to fuck with

那些康普顿克里普帮的黑人不是好惹的

Bompton Piru's ain't nothing to fuck with

庞普顿皮鲁帮也不是好惹的

Compton eses ain't nothin' to fuck with

康普顿的墨西哥帮派也不是好惹的

But they fuck with me, and bitch, I love it

但他们和我一起，而且，宝贝，我喜欢

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦呼啦

(California Dungeons)

（加利福尼亚地牢）

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦

Whoopty-whoop, woopty-woop-woopty-woop-woop

呼啦呼啦，呼啦呼啦呼啦

(California Dungeons)

（加利福尼亚地牢）

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

当你和你的城市处于战争状态时，不能绕道而行，为什么要逃跑？

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

只要和我一起，只要和我一起死，那家枪店就在那里

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win

当你战斗时，不要公平战斗，因为你永远不会赢

(Right, I had the yopper, and I tore they ass up)

（对，我有重型机枪，我把他们打得屁滚尿流）

Can't detour when you at war with your city, why run for?

当你和你的城市处于战争状态时，不能绕道而行，为什么要逃跑？

Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store right there

只要和我一起，只要和我一起死，那家枪店就在那里

When you fight, don't fight fair, 'cause you'll never win, yeah, yeah, yeah

当你战斗时，不要公平战斗，因为你永远不会赢，是的，是的，是的

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

哇，哇，哇-哇-哇-哇

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

哇，哇，哇-哇-哇-哇

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

哇，哇，哇-哇-哇-哇

Whoa, whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

哇，哇，哇-哇-哇-哇

We really out here, my nigga

我们真的在外面，我的兄弟

You niggas don't understand, my nigga

你们这些人不懂，我的兄弟

I'm off a pill and Rémy Red, my nigga

我吞了药丸和雷米红，我的兄弟

Trippin', my nigga

疯了，我的兄弟

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