Stay Another Day
Dr. Albern Lyrics

It's motherfuckin' Game time!
The singer implies that it's time to focus and get ready for whatever challenge is ahead.

Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee table
The singer recalls a time when they had a large quantity of marijuana stored on their grandmother's coffee table.

That's how you remember it, that's how I remember it
The singer acknowledges that their memory of the past may be different from others, but they choose to stick to their own version of events.

Yeah, dip into the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
The artist describes a scenario where they went to a liquor store while carrying a gun in their khaki pants.

Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping like acne
The artist explains that they were being chased by members of the Crips gang while driving a red Impala that had a bumpy ride.

My city a trap me
The singer feels trapped by the negative and violent conditions of their city that pose a constant danger.

Been shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
The singer has been the victim of various violent incidents, including being shot, robbed, stabbed, chased, and beaten up.

Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
The artist has been attacked by people of different backgrounds, such as Hispanic gangsters, police officers, and African American criminals wearing bandanas.

Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
The artist recalls being shot in the head like President John F. Kennedy, an event that has left a lasting impact on them.

Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got murderous tendencies
The artist describes the combination of alcohol and bullets, which can lead to dangerous consequences and increase a person's likelihood of committing murder.

And if you don't know where the fuck they got me from
The singer is challenging someone who does not understand their background or the rough conditions of their surroundings.

Martin Scorsese when I pull out my gun
The artist is referencing famous director Martin Scorsese and combining his style of violence with their own actions of pulling out a gun in a threatening manner.

Scarface, car chase, tell me how your blood taste
The singer references the movie Scarface, with its theme of drugs and violence, while taunting someone about the possibility of them feeling the pain of blood loss.

Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a blood taste
The singer implies that the listener's partner would know how a bloody encounter feels, possibly suggesting that they have been in similar situations before.

Basket case, still I'm back with Dre, wait I never left
The singer may feel like an emotional wreck but is still working with Dr. Dre, and never actually left his side.

Run up in Beats, "Bitch pass the safe! Compton"
The artist describes a scenario where they break into a building and demand the safe to be opened while shouting the name of their city, Compton.

Produced by a billionaire in this motherfucker
The artist points out the irony of recording music in a studio owned by a billionaire, yet coming from humble and difficult backgrounds.

Still smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
The singer is smoking marijuana inside the studio and joking that the smoke is so thick, they need to install a ceiling to contain it.

They're killing in this motherfucker
The singer acknowledges that there are violent acts happening around them, possibly referring to their hometown or the music industry.

They're drilling in this motherfucker
The artist is likely talking about violence or intense work that is causing discomfort or anxiety. The word "drilling" may imply a repetitive or invasive action.

Lock the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
The artist is urging the listener to take precautions and lock the door due to the possibility of theft.

No chains, no reins, this my home
The artist feels that they are free to live their life without restraints or limitations, indicating a sense of ownership or belonging to their home city.

Nigga this hub city, no fly zone
The singer refers to their city as a transportation hub that experiences a lot of activity but has become a restricted area to outsiders.

Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like turbo on ozone
The artist describes a situation where someone pulls out a gun and violence erupts suddenly like a turbo engine breaking apart in the atmosphere.

Crack fiends on the back streets
The singer points out that there are drug users who are addicted to crack on the less frequented streets of their city.

Where the tracks lean and the needles lay
The singer describes a place where drug addicts shoot up using syringes, and the railroad tracks in the area are in a state of disrepair.

And switchblades, if you bitch made
The singer states that in their city, people carry switchblades, and if someone is weak or cowardly, they will become targets for violence and abuse.

Put chili all on your Frito Lay's
The artist jokingly suggests that they would add hot sauce to someone's bag of Frito Lay's chips to make them spicier.

Where we dream of Montego Bay
The artist talks about a dream destination (Montego Bay) that is a stark contrast to their current reality in Compton.

But all we got is the swap meet
The singer laments that their city is mostly characterized by economic activities that cater to lower-income individuals, such as swap meets (outdoor markets where people sell used goods).

Where the cops meet, go bang bang
The singer describes a place where the police engage in gunfire battles with criminals.

Leaves blood stains on the concrete
The violence and bloodshed in the city have become so common that the concrete is stained with blood.

And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb Deep
The artist mentions listening to the rap group Mobb Deep, which may suggest their appreciation for a style of music that talks about violence and street life.

'Cause I mob deep down that side street
The artist walks confidently and intimidatingly down a street, influenced by their connection to Mobb Deep and their surroundings.

I'm a west side rider, live with gats on collars
The singer identifies as a tough person from the west side of their city and carries concealed weapons ("gats") for protection.

Don't hate me, better get your dollars
The artist asserts that no one should dislike them because they are tough; instead, people should work hard and earn money like they did.

I be on Rosecrans with a Glock in both hands
The singer is carrying two guns (Glocks) on Rosecrans Boulevard, which is known for its high crime rate.

Leaning on that bro hand
The singer leans on their closed hand while holding their guns, indicating a nonchalant and overly confident demeanor.

Flame dump like a co-tail with my name on it
The singer is likely referring to an act of violence where they use a gun and fire repeatedly ("flame dump") like it is linked to their identity ("with my name on it").

Another day in Compton, the thrill is high
The artist is acknowledging that life in Compton is dangerous and intense, but the adrenaline rush makes them feel alive ("the thrill is high").

Know somebody's watching, but I don't know why
The artist senses that someone is watching them, but they cannot determine who it is or why they are being watched.

Feel the fire burning, it touches the sky
The singer experiences intense emotions and sensations, such as anger and passion, that feel like a towering blaze reaching for the sky.

Feeling coming at you, I won't die tonight
The singer has a sense of impending danger but reassures themselves that they will not die tonight.

So I get by, I get by
The artist is determined to survive and make it through another day.

I get by, I get, I get by
The artist repeats their determination to persevere despite the challenges they face.

'Cause it's just another day in Compton
The artist acknowledges that every day in Compton is a struggle, but they embrace it and are determined to survive.