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N 2 Deep

Compton's Most Wanted

Music to Driveby

1992

story about a nigga 
Who lives his life by the fuckin trigga. 
Gotta get my serve on, nigga you don't hear me though 
Throw up the hood, might blast

She like Esme why you so rude
Why you never call me
Why you never in the mood
I'm tryna come by
And see yo ass
To see how you doing
I'm doing good

that make you colour blind
Epileptic city flashes - this is how we come alive
Circumscribed ideas of what life could be like
Boujee misdemeanours topped

on their hips
I must be stopped, so call the cops and insist
They shoot me on sight - 'Cause Even if I don't fight
I'm a threat you must eliminate before I

a woody again
Tellin my son he got 2 extra hands 
I'll be there when you fall fall fall
Make it happen
Don't be a nigga out cappin
Come from the streets but

how things grown, what I gotta bring home
And she even got the have-nots on her ringtone
She's throwin' me the keys like you don't have to call
I'll be

Black Dice

Death Grips

No Love Deep Web

2012

where are we how far along
Me care not dare not key my brom
My life on a limb about to break
I'm a tower 'pon tectonic plate

Feel me now

Why you

Closed Session

Defari

Neighborhood Watch

2004

hit
Don't know who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous

her scream, make her shout
Shrooms come in heavy by the ounce
Weed in here smelling up the house
...You be doing too much I ain't going up there
Yall be

Smoke Dope and Rap

Dre Dog

Producer's Cut, Vol. 1

2001

me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number 'cause I fucked her best friend

Smoke Dope and Rap

Dre Dog

New Jim Jones [Clean]

2006

doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number

the keys to our fair land?
Why don't you meet me at the border
We can see for once and all how they're defined
I am a son and you're a daughter
And I can't

park
It might not get to see, this a new Ferrari
Man in the mirror, how you choose to bother
Someone said they callin', I don't feel like talkin'

toxins
In the Moshpit, oooh
Come around, come around
Ooh, don't let me down
Let me down, let me down
In a moshpit
I got bad bitches, flying cross the atlas

to acquaintances to strangers
Wondering if you still care
Because you haven't tried to call me since then
Under the covers
A faint blue light
Fills my eyes once

call Me Mr UGee
Girl I'm soo freaky
Girl I make your body bang bang shey you feel me
Shawdi drip drip anytime wey she see me
Shawdi come close omalicha

feature don't call me
All of you rappers is phony
Think it's your home got the wrong key
808s bang it's gon' cause a lil riot
Everythin' gold I touch just

alone
You left me here to suffer
Got me fucked up
Got me fucked up
The man up stairs
Is the one to call out
He's the man upstairs
And he's pulling all

or convolute the truth for 
Justify for me the same shit i judged you for 
And lived a lie in my complacence 
A fact i nearly took a lifetime to come to face

And she get faded at the bar
She come home and call me daddy
I've been laying under stars
I could put you on the bench 
You wanna play, don't even start
She

Call upon the dark lord please wake me from my dream
I'm steady popin no-doze, I never want to sleep
Mental pressure over comes the brain, the evil

there's no reason at all why you can't leave here with me
In the meantime stay and let me watch you break it down
And dance, gonna be okay (oh) da da

Now, you can call me Christo (Christo)
I stay low key (Low key)
Might be smoked out chillin' with the homies (Aww shit)
Born in '94 (Fo'sho)
I really

can’t let stick with you
I’m a lock without a key, you’re not gonna get inside of me, I
Thought the eleven I manufactured would be enough for me
I should