
It literally happened in a matter of hours.įor Dre to see us working together, no egos no publishing splits. Dahi and Dem Jointz came in and added to what we had there and Dre came in over all of that and just orchestrated where he wanted what piece and how he wanted it to sound.


He came in did the drum bed, I grabbed the sessions from Cardiak, married the two, and starting doing certain little tweaks like glitching. I played it for Ty and I told him where I wanted it to go, but I know I can’t do the trap drums or that aggressive trap sound, so he told me to get up with Cardiak. It’s just a little sound I put together and treated.
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I had a music bed that I was building, that’s the initial thing you hear at the top end. Producer Focus… spoke about the track’s production: Some adapt and eventually make it their territory, while some end up drowning up like a Anderson. This song describes the unforeseen difficulties that come with the rap game and gangbanging, comparing it to ocean depths. County zoo Pick them off like a big dog, motherfucker, woof! Once upon a time, I shot a nigga on accident (Boom, boom, boom) I tried to kill him but I guess I needed more practicing (Boom, boom, boom) That's when I realized banging wasn't for everybody Switch it up before my enemy or the sheriff got me They liable to bury him, they nominated six to carry him They worry him to death, but he no vegetarian The beef is on his breath, inheriting the drama better than A great white, nigga, this is life in my aquarium ( Don't get it fucked up!) Been away from home But I ain't been gone that long ( All they wanna know is: where you from? Where you from? Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton!) Feels like you're drowning, don't you? About a hundred miles down in that ocean It's over, shoulda never jumped in If you can't swim (If you can't swim, if you can't swim) Oh my God, where's a lifeguard when you need one? Motherfucker know I started from the bottom, vodka baby bottle Mixin' that with Similac, my momma knew I had a problem Wasn't thinking 'bout no rapping, I was juuging for a dollar Putting quarter pieces in the black Caprice and make it holla No policing me, I got the beast in me, I gotta holla Keep the decency and make them TNT my product I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-innovator, energizer Inner city bullet flyin' 'til that bitch on auto pilot Ah, shit! I don't give a fuck about your whereabouts All I care about is wearing out your area And airing out your upper body When I catch ya walking out your parents' house ( Don't get it fucked up!) Homie got fucked up Tryna park his tour bus, not knowing what's what Or who's who, living in the L.A. ( Don't get it fucked up!) Been away from home But I ain't been gone that long (All they wanna know is: where you from? Where you from? Where you from, nigga, huh? Compton!) Psst! This is about where I'm from I think it's time to take these niggas to the deep water Yeah, down in the Pacific (The Pacific), representin' Where them sharks at, nigga, down in the deep water Listen, listen, listen, all you niggas swimming in the info Go fuck around and drown in the specifics Always going overboard, used to be my kinfolk Now you sleeping with the motherfuckin' fishes (Swimming with the mothefuckin' fishes, what the business?) These niggas won't let up until they all wet up (Don't get it fucked up!) Naw, nigga! Now everybody wanna visit tryna re-up that prescription (That prescription, yep, yeah, re-up) That's my nigga, watercolors couldn't even paint the picture If they don't get the picture, fuck them Yeah, drugs by the dozen You might just wanna go and check the children (You might just wanna check your fuckin' children) I'm the one that got they ear Ah, for many years, I been making parents live in fear I just wanna make it clear: My influence run deep like the ocean
