m.A.A.d City Kendrick Lamar [Bridge] [Riff 1] e|--4-4-4-5-5-5-9-9-4-4-4-5-5-5-9-9--| B|--4-4-4-5-5-5-9-9-4-4-4-5-5-5-9-9--| G|--1-1-1-2-2-2-6-6-1-1-1-2-2-2-6-6--| D|-----------------------------------| A|-----------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------| [Verses] [Riff 2] e|-----------------------------------| B|---------------2-2-------------2-2-| G|---1-1-1-2-2-2-----1-1-1-2-2-2-----| D|-----------------------------------| A|-----------------------------------| E|-----------------------------------| [Hook] [Riff 3] e|---------------------------------------------------| B|---------------------14-14-------------------14-14-| G|---13-13-13-14-14-14-------13-13-13-14-14-14-------| D|---------------------------------------------------| A|---------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------| No Guitar [Intro/Bridge] If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear [Schoolboy Q] "Yock! Yock! Yock! Yock! " Riff 3 [Hook] "Mandown Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" This M.A.A.D city like, "Run, my nigga." Riff 2 [Verse 1] Brace yourself, I'll take you on a trip down memory lane This is not a rap on how I'm slingin crack or move cocaine This is cul de sac and plenty congnac and major pain Not the drill sergeant, but the stress that weighin on your brain It was me, O-Boogy, Yaya, YG Lucky ride down RosecransIt It got ugly wavin yo hand out the window. Check yo self. Uh, warriors and Conans Hope euphoria can slow dance with society The tribe received the first one to get killed Seen a light-skinned nigga with his brains blown out At the same crib they stay, where — hang out Now this is not a tape recorder saying that he did it But ever since that day, I was lookin at him different That was back when I was nine Joey packed the nine Packed to stand on every porch was fine We adapt to crime Pack a van with four guns at a time With the sliding door Fuck is up? Fuck you shootin for if you ain't walkin up? You fuckin punk Pickin up the fuckin pump Pickin off you suckers Suck a dick or die or sucker punch Or warn the bullets comin from Ak's Ar's "Aye y'all. Duck." That's what momma said when we was eatin the free lunch Aw man God damn All hell broke loose You killed my cousin back in '94. Fuck yo truce Now crawl yo head in that noose You wind up dead on the news Ain't no peace treaty, just pieces Bg's up to pre-approve Bodies on top of bodies Iv's on top of iv's Obviously the coroner between the sheets like the Isleys When you hop on that trollie Make sure your colors correct Make sure you're cornbread, or they'll be callin your mother collect They say the governor collect All of our taxes except When we in traffic and tragic happens, that shit ain't no threat You movin backwards if you suggest that you sleep wit a Teck Go buy a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess M.A.A.D city Riff 2 [Hook] "Man down Where you from, nigga?" "Fuck you." "No, where you from, my nigga?" "Where your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?" This M.A.A.D city like, "Run, my nigga." Riff 1 [Bridge] If Pirus and Crips all got along They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song Seem like the whole city go against me Every time I'm in the street I hear [Schoolboy Q] "Yock! Yock! Yock! — (Static)
