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Compton's Most Wanted - Late Night Hype lyrics
Word Bet This beat is like funky Youknowmsayin? Who put this beat together, man? Yo, that's the dj unknown What, unknown? Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin They don't we got somethin for it Yeah, man, i wrote some funky lyrics to this Alright, let's get busy... [ verse 1: mc eiht ] It was a friday, and eiht was chillin like a criminal Didn't know the time, so i peeped out the digital Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission Down alondra, rollin kinda tough Twisted up the chocolate thai, and i started to puff Aroma smells better than a rose Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin To let me know if the panties was droppin Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen I guess the tramp thought that the e was buzzin I couldn't fade it, why the hell should i jib? Got the 20 sack of thai, and i'm here for the crib I can't go out like that, that ain't my type I hooked her up on my late night hype Geah Word Hey man, i don't know what's up with baby, man This broad is like real trippin Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy? Man, i guess, man Baby thinkin she gon' gank Ain't no sleepin Run it down [ verse 2: tha chill ] I was coolin to let you know tha chill cools out Explanation, chill'll tell you what it's about At the pad, on the way to e's to get got And i'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack 10:30 is the time i start bailin "chill from c.m.w.", the girlies yellin Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya Stepped back off the curb, came e around the corner Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin Swoopin through compton like batman and robin E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening? (let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin) Skeezin? i play the game like a sport Yo e, roll out, let me hit the newport Boys from compton (geah, right) And we hooked you up on that late night hype Too fresh Eiht and chill is back with a funky track Yeah, you know that Hey, i got a 100 to spend What's up on some hen? Yo, man, i'm with that Let's roll down compton boulevard I know there's stores, they open like, late night Wanna step? [ verse 3: mc eiht ] 2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky Headed to this girl house to get my dookie Stopped at the station to fill up the tank 4 niggas rollin, i better watch out for the gank Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth I said, "look, my name is eiht, and i'm your local town rapper" He said ("so what? i'm your local town jacker") Right then i knew i couldn't reason with the chap So the thought came (e, peel his cap) I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave * shots * (sucker) the punk was sprayed Checked out myself, everything was cool Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type And you'll get hip to my late night hype Damn, suckers on my tip Man, homeboy just didn't know So we got to peel Youknowmsayin, e? Man, chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin Homeboy, you know we know what's up And that's on that Youknowmsayin? Hey man, let's kick it I'm with it [ verse 4: tha chill ] On a night when things was goin kinda slow Me and e takin to the head a cold 4-0 I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short Right then eiht passed me the smoke Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor Suddenly i smelled perfume that was lit Opened my eyes, and i had to take a hit Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin It was my girl, e said (hit the bud' and stop sippin) She kept riffin, i said, "shut the trap You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and i slap" She said, "no", i said, "geah, fool, take a hike I got no time for your late night hype" Hey man Check this out It's like these girls, man They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man I can't even deal Man, that ain't nothin I had this girl last night over my house trippin Bangin on my door all night Moms was goin off Youknowmsayin? Hey man, i be trippin off these girls i hear Tryin to say they down with the e, knowmsayin? But they can like save the drama for they mama Hey, they keep trippin with me, i'ma have to whip You know me Put the whip down on em suckers, huh? |
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