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Compton's Most Wanted - This Is Compton lyrics
[ verse 1: mc eiht ] Fresh off the streets from the underground Nick-named mc eiht, black brother gets down Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk To let em know (this is compton) now what's up, punk Westside rulin all world cause i dump And the city that i'm from take no shit from a chump Niggas don't care if their enemy's beefin Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin You entered the criminal zone If you're just a little punk-ass fool, you should run on home Try to compare? get real I'm from compton, so you should know the deal Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters Loced-out muthafuckas make the one time scatter Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin It's the down mc eiht, and fool, this is compton (this is compton) [ verse 2: tha chill ] Another crazy nigga from the city Chill's from the c-p-t, you got beef? what a pity I don't play, cause i slay all rap suckers Down with e, killin rookie muthafuckas Squabbin in the streets, with the left you fall Make a right on alondra, see my name on the wall Not like the banger, but i bust up (any punk-ass fool that'll step up) So follow me into the zone they call panic Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop Crazy brothers goin out all for the gangbang, stop Compton is thumpin, suckers we stompin Rhymes on hit, but they still talk shit I gives a fuck about a fool who's frontin They call me tha chill, and yo, this is compton (this is compton) (say it louder) (louder) (who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (compton's most wanted, punk, rollin four deep) (who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (eiht'll get crazy, kill like the terminator) (who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stage) (who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (i plays the drums, the sp-1200) (eiht is back again with power after hour) (tha chill is ready, so pass me the sack) [ verse 3: mc eiht ] Compton is the city that i'm claimin Hardcore fact with the gat, to the punks i start gamin Devious, so what do you expect? I'm from the city on missions, and i pop your fuckin neck People understand what i'm sayin Talk more shit, i'm on hit, keep the fools all payin Niggas make the scale when they bail Police punks talk shit, but you still get out of jail Eiht represents the place with the bass The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace Try to be casual, but that shit won't work Get sweated in a minute, cause they down for the dirt Maximum capacity, the crowd just jumps For the rhythm that i give em, make the souls all pump Energetic, so don't forget it, yeah, the eiht keeps pumpin And fool, this is compton (this is compton) (commpton) [ verse 4: tha chill ] Punk muthafucka, tha chill will destroy ya With the dope hub style for ya Bein that you're just another fan on the tip Get dropped by eiht, ant, bam, and slip Suckers better watch out, chill's here to scrap As i say it everytime in my muthafuckin rap Just like a warzone got my territory marked You be slippin if you're caught in the dark (sorry clown) don't be slippin Don't go head up with tha chill Cause chill can kill I can't stop because the city i'm from I get too fucked up, and kick the ass of a bum So if you got static, punk keep frontin Yo e, they know where the fuck we from... Yo, this is compton You sorry-ass muthafuckas can't deal Especially you sucker-ass d-v-3 muthafuckas Geah Y'all muthafuckas is too crazy If y'all think y'all can hang with compton's muthafuckin most wanted In effect Youknowmsayin For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool Sucker-ass niggas Can't fade us C.m.w. Punk-ass perm-wearin pussies Ha-ha-ha Yeah i like that shit Faggot-ass Shit, i'm about pissed off, man Hey ant, let's get the fuck out of here |
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