These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks I be stomping down, down, down, down, down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class eat Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat Glad I got my sticks, oh you jumping on the fat Laying in the ditch, I be stomping down demons Stomping down quick, come on And please don't come around these parts They tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fucking shit up, come on Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement Black folks grieving, headlines reading Tryna pay you no mind, you just living your life Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes I ain't living in fear, but I'm holding him tight Damn, why the fuck are they after me? Maybe cause I'm a bastard, or maybe cause of the way my hair grow naturally Still trying to figure out, why the fuck I'm full of rage I think I noticed this bullshit right around the fifth grade Paraphernalia in my locker right next to the switchblade Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid But I'm a product of the system, raised on government aid And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid Just a young black man from Compton, wondering who could save us And could barely read the sentences the justice system gave us So many rental cars with bricks, I think they probably funded Avis Some of us was in ballots, but some of us used our talents Not all of us criminals, but cops be yelling, stay back nigga We need a little bit of payback Don't treat me like an animal, cause all this shit is flammable Don't fuck around, cause when it's done, it's done And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that'll make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know how it pains me And please don't come around these parts They tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fucking shit up, come on And please don't come around these parts They tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fucking shit up, come on These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks I be stomping down, down, down, down, down demons Rolling up trees in the belly of the beast Where the people disagree, the upper class eat Middle don't exist, the bottom of the beat Glad I got my sticks, on you jumping on the fat Laying in the ditch, I be stomping down demons Stomping down quick And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that'll make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know how it pains me And please don't come around these parts They tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fucking shit up, come on And please don't come around these parts They tell me that we're all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fucking shit up, come on Come on, come on Yeah, this is DJ motherfucking Premiere And I'm Dr. Dre Dr. Dre What? Primo! Yeah, we fucking shit up No, we don't play no games here Motherfucker please Aftermath One of the reasons that me and you clique We don't lose, I always win Let's face it, you basic boy F-F-F-F-Ferula, Ferula R-R-R-R-R-Ferula, Ferula R-R-R-R-Professional winner F-F-F-F-Ferula, Ferula R-R-R-R-F-F-F-F-Ferula Ferula, Ferula, Ferula