Lyrics:
Membrane pain unfazed by permadaze
I'd say I'd fuck flame
In fact I'd fuck a fake fuck for a fucking walk of fame
I'm fucking broken minded
Remember that?
a glock, the one with the 17 shots
Nicknamed Smith & Wessun
Gonna teach them punks on your blocks a little lesson
But, who you gon' shoot with that,
in plain simple slang, no jivin'
Fucking with me is more lethal than drinking and drivin'
Or try to figure the flow I deliver
Punk, it makes you
the time i got off
I had a few more subscriptions on my channel
A few more views on my youtube, Yep
And i'm that dude with a new track
Coming back with
gotta chunk for Christmas
Feel like huck and Jim when
They raft sunk
I’m blacked out like daft punk
if you get lucky you getting Splashed on
Singing sad
on you
Yummy mommy
You got me running
Butterflys in my tummy
Got me spending all the money on you
One more time please
I will be there for you
I feeling
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker and you know this
But the pussy ass
(Whassup?)
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad motherfucker,
Time never slow, and the next thing I know I be cutting off people like sorry new phone
I've been starving for more money, everyday thinking of new ways
bitch where is your heart
You mark
Watch niggas fall when I call they name
We outlaws hold your head niggas all the same
Except some who want more out
've heard about the pain that can be caused by cancer
Or any disease that leads your life to disaster
Though when he's a little bit cold the delicate punk I
back, boy, I'm comin' straight outta Compton
Yo Ren
Whassup?
Tell 'em where you from!
Straight outta Compton, another crazy ass nigga
More punks
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
got a technique that'll
Give twelve a hundred
Now the tables turn, to whom it may concern
I used to control more
Shooters than David Stern
With Lucifer,
you want me leggo
(repeat)
I am appointed by Jah
To go everywhere and preach
People of this world
Request that I speak
I am present in
of the week
And working hard to make two ends meet
So erase all the negative thoughts from your mind
Don't judge me by the past 'cause I am right this time
Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More
Feet, with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to jet out but I'll be back
But next time expect a more funkier Track
Deep down for your enjoyment to hear
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it?
Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, alright (ah)
Yo, man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it? (Yeah, sure)
I don't know, what day is it?
down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)
I landed in Tilted
my fuckin face
I ain't got no more time to waste
A ho is a ho, a bitch is a bitch, a nigga is a nigga
And that's it
I'm through explainin the shit
You
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