Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass nigga Shit don't change until you get up and wash your ass Oh now, slow down And once upon a time in a city so divine Called West Side Compton, there stood a little nigga What money got to do with it

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

If I lose myself tonight Lose myself tonight Places and things I've loved You can feel the light start to tremble Washing what you know out to sea It'll be by your side Wooh, wooh, wooh! It'll be you and I Wooh, wooh, wooh, wooh

This is my blues 'Cause I'm back down on my own again This is the blues I'm playing Yes it's the final thing When the nights is cold and lonely Was it the money that made me a savage? Poppin' them percs and I made it a habit Totin' them pictures and

Not a damn thing changed Tryna sit still, keep looking at the main aim Always doing me so I have to maintain Not a damn thing changed, just sticking to the game plan I'm just spittin' words out my mouth I'm glad I got somewhere to go Keep pouring out the

Waiting, waiting, waiting Whiskey in my hand Staring out the window For one more second chance Hoping headlights Come pouring round the bend Saying baby wait Up I'm coming home I'm still all alone

You can't get enough Girl, you know I set it up for after dark In a whip so low, no one's gotta know No one's gotta know (after dark) Knocking at your door, I don't gotta work anymore I don't gotta work no more (after dark) You can put your phone down

Look, I found her Look, I found her red coat Look, I found her (damn) red coat I probably shouldn't tell it but If I, if I let you know We goin' hook it up while we talk on the phone But see, I don't know if that's good I've been holding back this secret

Such a beautiful disaster I don't know what he's after But he's so beautiful And if I could hold on Through the tears and the laughter Would it be beautiful Or just a beautiful disaster It just ain't right Oh and I don't know

Look, I know you, you just wanna fuck me for my fame Girl, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame Yeah, don't you? You just wanna fuck me for the fame She wanna fuck me 'cause them diamonds on my chain Girl, I know you, you be out here playin'