Lyrics:
yo gudda, do yo gudda
D-do yo gudda
First off, R.I.P fo'
Compton California in case you didn't know
All up on derm with a pretty white ho
Made it out
would trade gold for food
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead
Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if
science
For keeping us protected
To see the tiny things
We can use a microscope
To see the universe
We can use a telescope
Science helps us to explore
the cosmic symphony of elemental forces. Gravity, electromagnetism, the strong nuclear force, and the weak nuclear force – these fundamental forces
the police
Get it good girl, use your knees
I love them brainiacs
Yeah, my last ho had a few degrees (for real)
Back on my Compton shit
Demonic how I
With my nigga e and cypress, what i write bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war, crisis
In your back yard, word to god, def squad!
With my nigga
cut is on fire
Causin much damage like a nuclear war
You know what time it is, I'm always reachin for more
To turn the party out my rhymes are
pon cell block is
Like Satan weh have hell lock
When cage lock up
Mine pull back cah dem know me dark
Like Bounty inna di full black
When Nuclear drop
my skill set
Can't stay in Compton
Too much incompetence
Blowing cash to look cool
People lacking common sense
I think back to when I had a crush
usher
Since 8, I was most wanted like the MC from Compton
See my sense is above and beyond common
Picture me rolling listening to black cotton
fur
Behind a velvet rope
With a telescope
To see what possibilities pop
I'm runnin the option
Stealin home buntin', always into somethin
It's different
Compton kick doors telescope hit folds make you boys sound softer than wet dough stack dollaz
Went to crack college I like my salad with extra black olives
the satellite, GPS
Nuclear fission, electricity
Photography, plastics, central heating, sewage systems
The toilet, the light bulb, eye glasses, anaesthesia
travel
Radio, computers, the satellite, GPS
Nuclear fission, electricity
Photography, plastics, central heating, sewage systems
The toilet, the light
the nuclear saint
Gold chain – a crucifix around your neck until reality hits
Throw the rope or cut the rope, death in your eyes last breath of hope
Black hole,
the flow is nuclear
Since the moment of birth I was chosen
My soul had a glow that was blinding them all
The gold in the dirt, the light in the dark
H-O-T, fuck around and sign to H-O-V
Compound ain’t you signed up with Taydoe’s team?
Chase yo dreams homie, ain’t no need to be loungin’ around a nuclear
come from Compton
Still me nah tek back no chat and me mek no fun they call mi didigi don ribidi bom
Flingin nuff style and vibration sittin upon
[Mac Dre]
I be that cold crest creeper, stompin' and rompin'
Puttin' the crest on the map, like NWA did Compton
Got my finger on the trigger,
mouth like we playin hockey
I stick and move like rocky cause I'm cocky
A motherfuckin nuclear bomb couldn't stop me
I throw a bottle at the mirror
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