Artist: Dr. Dre f/ Anderson .Paak, DJ Premier
Album:  Compton: A Soundtrack
Song:   Animals
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Anderson .Paak]
Uh... yeah, check
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks, no gimmicks, I be stompin down down down down down demons
Rollin up trees
In the belly of the beast where the people disagree
The upper class eat, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumpin on a fad, layin in a ditch
I be stompin down demons, stompin down quick, c'mon

[Chorus: Anderson .Paak]
And please don't come around these parts
And 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, c'mon

[Anderson .Paak]
Bullets still ringin, blood on the cement
Black folks grievin, headlines readin
Tryna pay it no mind, you just livin yo' life
Everyone is a witness, everyone got opinions
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't livin in fear, but I'm holdin him tight
Got a son of my own, look him right in his eyes
I ain't livin in fear, but I'm holdin him tight

[Dr. Dre]
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 switchblade
Nothin but pussy on my mind and some plans of gettin paid (AY!)
But I'm a product of the system raised on government aide
And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid (WHOA!)
Just a young black man from Compton wonderin 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 while some of us used our talents (SHIT!)
Not all of us criminals but cops be yellin, "Stay back nigga!"
We need a little bit of payback (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!

[Interlude: Anderson .Paak]
And the old folks tell me it's been goin on since back in the day
(They try to tell me man) But that don't make it okay
And the white folks tell me all the lootin and the shootin's insane
(I ain't tryin to hear that man) But you don't know our pain (c'mon!)

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Anderson .Paak]
These old sneakers, faded blue jeans
No tricks, no gimmicks, I be stompin down down down down down demons
Rollin up trees
In the belly of the beast where the people disagree
The upper class eat, middle don't exist
The bottom of the beat, glad I got my sticks
Are you jumpin on a fad, layin in a ditch
I be stompin down demons, stompin down quick

[Interlude]

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

[Outro: DJ Premier] + (Dr. Dre)
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, motherfucker 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 reala, for reala"}
{"For reala, for reala"}
{"Professional winners"}
{"For reala, for reala"}
{"For reala, for reala"}