Don't Trip - feat. Ice Cube, Dr. Dre & Will.I.Am
Damn, Will.I.am, my nigga. It's your boy Dre
Yo, I don't think people know that you know
how to take it to the streets
Check it out now, check it out now
Check it out, uh-huh
It's like that, yeah, it's like that now
It's like that, uh-huh, it's like that now
A black.45, I gotta put it on
That chrome Glock 9, I gotta put it on
That.38 special, I gotta put it on
Never leave the house without the teflon
Hop off the porch like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, that new bounce
New bounce, new bo don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me
Nigga, don't trip
Don't trip, homie
Yeah, I'm the opposite of Crip, homie
You ain't even gotta ask, niggas know me
I make it rain like Tony, Toni, Tone!
Aventador to the corner store, I whip this hard
Compton God, watch em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A., nigga
And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga
Come on, don't trip, homie
Ice grew up around Crips, homie
Where you motherfuckers find this phony?
Acting hard, he's a tenderoni
The boulevard to the prison yard, I push this
cart
Westside rolling, wherever you are
And I been coming up, and ain't none of ya'll
niggas running up
Cause I'm quickdraw when I'm gunning up
Boy you know the sun ain't coming up
Layed that ass down
Tryna milk this cash cow
Face down, look at you now
Bitch!
You know the deal greet a nigga on your
knees bitch
You heard the talk around town I don't need
shit, Compton
Deep water got em sea suck
Murder, murder shit and ain't nobody see shit
Bomb weed, palm tree, gold D shit
Who that nigga that said I wasn't gon be shit
Cocktail through the window with the indo
It's what this is we gon stress them innuendos
We do what we wanna when we want to
And we never hesitated to confront you
And we same shit as kids
It was normal to us, I might take you
But it might fuck around and haunt you
Shoulda come and see this shit
Give a fuck about no tours, nigga
I want you to come and be this shit
Ren, Cube, Yella, Dre and Eazy-E t**s shit
See how long it take your punk ass to leave
this bitch
Compton
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
Don't trip blood, I make it rain in Compton like
it's a strip club
I grew up on Santana block, that's where the
Crips was
My mama house was in the middle of the
street
How was a nigga supposed to get to school
I hopped every backyard on my block
Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my
sock
And I could have been a Crip but I ain't like
blue that much
All Crip school, I ain't really go to school that
much
I was selling crack on Elm, bagging up sacks
on Elm
With the ratchet in my boogie jacket giving
you the facts on
We was fighting over territory with the T Flats
on Elm
I had to scrap on Elm, that's how I got my
stripes
Air Max 95s not a scratch on my Nikes
2016 motherfucker don't you pull it
Cause I made it out of Compton with a stab
wound and five bullets
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
Cause I'm bool like that, I'm bool like that
I'm bool like that, yeah I'm bool like that
They say Game, why you always act a fool like
that?
Cause I went to Compton High Crip School
like that
I was Blood and I ain't really like blue like that
They was Crippin they ain't give a fuck who
like that
Them niggas jumped me why they have to do
a ru like that
Nigga went and got the homies and we flew
right back
They see like that, we be like that
We trip like that cause LA sick like that
We Blood like that, we Crip like that
The blunt lit like that, we out
When you ready, lemme know
When you want it, lemme know
I got it
When you see me
Congratulate a nigga don't hate
Niggas will always be niggas yep, true!
That's why I don't trip on these niggas
Would you?
Nigga is wild like gorillas that's stuck in that
zoo, yep!
What happens when niggas unite and start
making the moves
Don't trip
Yo, I don't think people know that you know
how to take it to the streets
Check it out now, check it out now
Check it out, uh-huh
It's like that, yeah, it's like that now
It's like that, uh-huh, it's like that now
A black.45, I gotta put it on
That chrome Glock 9, I gotta put it on
That.38 special, I gotta put it on
Never leave the house without the teflon
Hop off the porch like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, that new bounce
New bounce, new bo don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me
Nigga, don't trip
Don't trip, homie
Yeah, I'm the opposite of Crip, homie
You ain't even gotta ask, niggas know me
I make it rain like Tony, Toni, Tone!
Aventador to the corner store, I whip this hard
Compton God, watch em jump over cop cars
Yeah, I grew up to N.W.A., nigga
And my grannies whipping yay-yay, nigga
Come on, don't trip, homie
Ice grew up around Crips, homie
Where you motherfuckers find this phony?
Acting hard, he's a tenderoni
The boulevard to the prison yard, I push this
cart
Westside rolling, wherever you are
And I been coming up, and ain't none of ya'll
niggas running up
Cause I'm quickdraw when I'm gunning up
Boy you know the sun ain't coming up
Layed that ass down
Tryna milk this cash cow
Face down, look at you now
Bitch!
You know the deal greet a nigga on your
knees bitch
You heard the talk around town I don't need
shit, Compton
Deep water got em sea suck
Murder, murder shit and ain't nobody see shit
Bomb weed, palm tree, gold D shit
Who that nigga that said I wasn't gon be shit
Cocktail through the window with the indo
It's what this is we gon stress them innuendos
We do what we wanna when we want to
And we never hesitated to confront you
And we same shit as kids
It was normal to us, I might take you
But it might fuck around and haunt you
Shoulda come and see this shit
Give a fuck about no tours, nigga
I want you to come and be this shit
Ren, Cube, Yella, Dre and Eazy-E t**s shit
See how long it take your punk ass to leave
this bitch
Compton
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
Don't trip blood, I make it rain in Compton like
it's a strip club
I grew up on Santana block, that's where the
Crips was
My mama house was in the middle of the
street
How was a nigga supposed to get to school
I hopped every backyard on my block
Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my
sock
And I could have been a Crip but I ain't like
blue that much
All Crip school, I ain't really go to school that
much
I was selling crack on Elm, bagging up sacks
on Elm
With the ratchet in my boogie jacket giving
you the facts on
We was fighting over territory with the T Flats
on Elm
I had to scrap on Elm, that's how I got my
stripes
Air Max 95s not a scratch on my Nikes
2016 motherfucker don't you pull it
Cause I made it out of Compton with a stab
wound and five bullets
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Don't trip on me, don't trip on me
Nigga don't trip
Cause I'm bool like that, I'm bool like that
I'm bool like that, yeah I'm bool like that
They say Game, why you always act a fool like
that?
Cause I went to Compton High Crip School
like that
I was Blood and I ain't really like blue like that
They was Crippin they ain't give a fuck who
like that
Them niggas jumped me why they have to do
a ru like that
Nigga went and got the homies and we flew
right back
They see like that, we be like that
We trip like that cause LA sick like that
We Blood like that, we Crip like that
The blunt lit like that, we out
When you ready, lemme know
When you want it, lemme know
I got it
When you see me
Congratulate a nigga don't hate
Niggas will always be niggas yep, true!
That's why I don't trip on these niggas
Would you?
Nigga is wild like gorillas that's stuck in that
zoo, yep!
What happens when niggas unite and start
making the moves
Don't trip
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Will Adams
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Other Album Tracks
- Intro
- On Me (feat. Kendrick Lamar)
- Step Up (feat. Dej Loaf & Sha Sha)
- Don't Trip - feat. Ice Cube, Dr. Dre & Will.I.Am
- Don't Trip (feat. Ice Cube, Dr. Dre & will.i.am)
- Standing On Ferraris (feat. Diddy)
- Dollar And A Dream (feat. AB Soul)
- Made In America (feat. Mvrcus Blvck)
- Hashtag (feat. Jelly Roll)
- Circles (feat. Q-Tip, Eric Bellinger & Sha Sha)
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