Chords for Ronald Reagan Era - Kendrick Lamar - Section .80

[E] We're far from [B] good, not good from [C#m] far, 90 miles per hour down Compton Boulevard
[E] With the top down [B] screamin' we don't give [C#m] a fuck
Drink my 40 ounce of [B] freedom while I roll my [E] blunt
Cause the kids just ain't alright
[C#m] Oh _ _ [D#] [C#m] shit nigga, [D#] something [C#m] about to happen
Nigga this [D#] shit, nigga this [E] sound like 30 keys under the Compton Court Building
[C#] Hope the dogs don't smell it
Welcome to Fish-O [E]-Lanty, 80's so don't you [C#] ask me
I'm hungry, my body's [G] anti, I rip [C#] through your fuckin' pantry
Pilling off like a [G] Xanny, [E] examine my orchestra
Granny said when I'm old enough, I be [C#m] sure to be all I can be
You niggas mark as [E] can't be, washed up, [C#] pussy fix your panties
I'm [E] Mr.
Marcus, you gettin' fucked, [C#m] uh
You ain't heard [D#] nothing hard as [E] this daddy yang
Take it in vain, bike it in, couldn't ease the [C#m] pain
Lightening bolts [G#m] hit your body, you thought it [C#m] rang
Not a cloud in [G#m] sight, just the shit that I write
[C#m] Strong enough to stand in front [D#] of a traveling [E] freight train
Are you trained?
Boy [C#m] it's Dracula, tracking the [E] record industry by my [C#m] fangs
AK clips, [E] money clips, and gold [C#m] chains
Walk around with [E] a P90 like it's the 90's
Bullet to your temple, your homicidal remind [C#m] me
That Compton Crip [D#] niggas ain't [E] none to fuck [C#] with
Compton [D#] barooms ain't [E] none to fuck [C#m] with
Compton [D#m] essays ain't [E] none to fuck with
But they fucked with me, and bitch I love [C#m] it
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[C#] _ [D#] Chow [E] love who you're [C#] going to
_ [G#m] _ _
[E] _ Chow love who you're going to
Left [D#] at the county building, gotta cash [A] my check
Spent it [D#] all on a 40 ounce through the [C#m] neck
And in retrospect, I rep [D#] Ewa, December [E] being the hottest
Spy cars, neighborhood wars, and stolen [C#m] monsters
I tell you [E] motherfuckers that life is full of [C#m] hydraulics
Up and down get a [D#] little flow, better know how to [C#m] drive it
I'm driving on [D#] E with no [E] license or registration
Heart racing, racing past Johnny because he's [C#m] racist
1987, [D#] the [E] children of Ronald [C#m] Reagan
Break the leaves off your [D#] front porch with [C#m] a machine blowtorch
I'm really out here, man
He's [D#] low on no [E] stress, hoping that he's the stress
I'm really out here
He's topping some flow, hoping that [C#] it can stretch
Newborn, [E] fat skunk
Hopping out the [C#m] passenger with calendars
Cause [D#] show day [E] coming
[C#] Run him down and then he [D#] gun him down
I'm [E] hoping that you fast enough
Even the legs of Michael Jobs that don't mean [C#] nothing
Because Compton Crip [D#] niggas [E] ain't nothing to [C#] fuck with
Bop the [D#] Bahoos [C#m] ain't nothing to fuck with
Compton [E] essays ain't nothing to fuck with
But they fuck with me and bitch I [C#] love it
Wokey, wokey, [E] wokey, [C#m] wokey
[D#] Shout out for your [C#] gun, Jays
Wokey, [E] _
wokey, wokey
Shout out for your gun, Jays
Can't [C#m] detour when [G#] you at war [C#m] with your city
Why run for it?
Just ride with me, [D#m] just die with me
That [E] gun store right there
When you fight, don't fight fair
Cause you'll never [C#m] win
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[C#m] Can't detour when [E] you at war with your city
Why [C#m] run for it?
Just ride with me, [D#] just die with me
[E] That gun store right there
When you fight, don't fight fair
Cause you'll never [C#m] win
_ [D#] _ [C#m] _
_ _ [D#] _ [C#m] _ We [D#] _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [C#m] really [G] out here my nigga
You niggas [C#m] don't understand my nigga, [D#] I'm a full seal [E] in Remy [C#m] Red my nigga
[E] Rampage my nigga
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