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

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're fucking 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

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 imbalanced 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 (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!

And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day

But that don't make it okay

And them white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane

But you don't know our pain

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 fucking shit up, come on

And please don't come around these parts

And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals

The only time they wanna turn the cameras on

Is when we're 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

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

But that don't make it okay

And them white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane

But you don't know our pain

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 fucking shit up, 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 fucking shit up, come on

Yeah! This is DJ motherfucking Premier!

And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)

What, Premo! Yeah we fucking shit up!

No! We don't play no games here! Motherfucker, please!

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

Professional winners!

For realla, for realla