Anderson .Paak: Uh Yeah, check it 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 hate, middle don't exist The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad? Laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we fuckin' shit up, come on Bullets still ringing, blood on the cement Black folks grieving, headlines reading Tryna pay it 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 Dr. Dre: 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 tryna 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 unbalanced but some us used our talents, shit 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, fuck you Anderson .Paak: And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day (Tryna tell me man) But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane (I ain't tryna hear that man) But you don't know our pain (Come on) And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' 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 hate, middle don't exist The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks Are you jumping on a fad, laying in a ditch I be stomping down demons, stomping down quick, come on And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day (Tryna tell me man) But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane (I ain't tryna hear that man) But you don't know our pain (Come on) And please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on Please don't come around these parts And tell me that we all a bunch of animals The only time they wanna turn the cameras on Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on, come on, come DJ Premier and Dr. Dre: Yeah, this is DJ motherfuckin' Premier (and I'm Dr. Dre) Dr. Dre What, Premo, yeah we fuckin' shit up No, we don't play no games here, motherfucker, please Eminem, Torae, Edo G, and J Dilla: Aftermath, (one of the reasons that me and you click) (We don't lose, I always win) (Let's face it you basic boy) For realla, for realla For realla (Professional winners), for realla For realla, for realla, for realla, for realla