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Anderson .Paak – Animals lyrics
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

The police 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're 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

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 switch blade
Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay)
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 (whoa)
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
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!)

And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain

The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police 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'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

And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day
But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane
But you don't know our pain

The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on
The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on

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
Mother fucker 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 realer
Professional winners
For realer
×

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 The police 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're 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 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 switch blade Nothing but pussy on my mind and some plans of getting paid (Ay) 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 (whoa) 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 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!) And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on The police 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'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 And the old folks tell me it's been going on since back in the day But that don't make it okay And the white folks tell me all the looting and the shooting's insane But you don't know our pain The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on The police 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're fuckin' shit up, come on 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 Mother fucker 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 realer Professional winners For realer Explain Request ×



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