Don't let it fall away No longer hold them down It's come down through the ages This gift down through the ages Forsaken few to live with nothing Belief is true we all just torch them Give me strength to resist what my fathers bought Fight for the scars

All night anthem Ain't never gonna leave your head Ain't nobody goin' to bed 'Til the drinks go down And the sun comes up The rhythm's gonna hold you for ransom It's an all night anthem This ain't about who's got money And ain't about what kind of car

I need a hammer, a hammer, a hammer, a hammer To hammer them down I need a rammer, a rammer, a rammer, a rammer To ram them down Won't let go To rama them down They just keep holdin' me

The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} (Compton, Compton, Compton) It's the home of America's gangsta rap The place of danger where Where the cops is crooked, and them bitches is killas And them niggas hold it down like black guerillas, where

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

In the fall, in the fall, when the tide took them all I gave my life to save her The ocean turned to red Cut down like lambs at slaughter, Good men were left for dead Time rolling along with the waves, A thousand miles away Holding you close in the rain,

Hold your horses now (We sleep until the sun goes down) Through the woods we ran (Deep into the mountain sound) Through the woods we ran We sleep until the sun goes down I heard them calling in the distance So I packed my things and ran Far away from all

Keep living loud and proud They never can hold you down Everything that I say won't mean anything less When I'm down in a grave And you've put me to rest This is for the kids with the beaten in lips Whose parents try to shut them up using their fists

Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two