[Produced by DJ Premier & BMB Spacekid]

[Refrain: 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, come on

[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, come on

[Verse 1: Anderson Paak]

Bullets still ringin', blood on the cement

Black folks grievin', headlines readin'

Tryna pay it no mind, you just livin' your 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

[Verse 2: 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

But I'm a product of the system, raised on government aid

And I knew just how to react when it was time for that raid

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 imbalanced but some 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!

[Pre-Chorus: Anderson Paak]

And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on since back in the day

But that don't make it okay

And them white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin's insane

But you don't know our pain

[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 fuckin' shit up, come on

And please don't come around these parts

And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals

The only time they wanna turn the cameras on

Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on

[Refrain: Anderson Paak]

These old sneakers, faded blue jeans, no tricks, no gimmicks

I be stomping 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, laying in a ditch?

I be stompin' down demons, stompin' down quick, come on

[Pre-Chorus: Anderson Paak]

And the old folks tell me it's been goin' on since back in the day

But that don't make it okay

And them white folks tell me all the lootin' and the shootin's insane

But you don't know our pain

[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, come on

And please don't come around these parts

And tell me that we're all a bunch of animals

The only time they wanna turn the cameras on

Is when we're fuckin' shit up, come on

[Outro: DJ Premier, Dr. Dre, & Samples]

Yeah! This is DJ motherfuckin' Premier!

And I'm Dr. Dre (Dr. Dre)

What, Preemo! 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 realla, for realla

Professional winners!

For realla, for realla