Lyrics:
I'm known to pasteurize
And criticize
A nigga size
look him right in the eyes
And leave him dead where he lies
We come through mobbin'
Like crips
on that bike, ride through the neighborhood
Compton on smash, them boys get Cash Money like Baby do
I got a scar over my heart, cause that's what
To beep beep
Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me
My Body all over Your Body like LSG
Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like
bitches lookin' at me strange but you know i don't care
step up in this mothafucker just to swingin' my hair
Bitch quit talkin' Crip walk
If you down with
and deep
Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street
Get'cha motherfuckin ass beat
L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?
I don't give a fuck
through Compton and see real Bloods
Real Crips
And I'ma always hold you down dat's real shit
I'm the Los Angeles king
And you remind me of Mary the R&B
and deep
Bogart yo beef get the fuck off my street
Get'cha motherfuckin ass beat
L.A., Compton, Long Beach, whooptie-whoop nigga what?
I don't give a fuck
Started off BG, OG, baby
Real life homie, two heaters in my seat
Had to check a nigga at the Compton Swap Meet
Where you from? I don't bang
Where you
The hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from Compton
Tip on the glock from a crip up in Compton shooting at the cops
Fuck one time I gave her to the block
I fucked 1 time we boys in the hood and nigga you
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
From Compton to Baltimore I'mma kill it
I buy a morgue in a minute
The public house,
And I’m out thatbitch
Broadcasting live from Compton California
Where foreigners never come
Mothers are worrisome and we
Dislike the governor
I hope these
Reporting live, Compton California
The good kid
I'm tired of doing it the same way
Gotta Flip it before I ruin it
Make it all make sense
Before you
Matter fact, no, I take that back
See I don't play with real legends
Of rap like you do and I'm crucial
Concealed by real Crips and Soowoos
And they shoot
to battle
Now a pyru is a crip
Nor a pyru's just a value that
Is sure to be heard
Like a fuckin sheep's cattle
Niggas got some nerve
Talkin bout they move
Crip walk
Stay down with the set
Take a bullet with some dick and
Take this dope from this jet out of town
Put it down for the Father of Rap
And if yo'
the people
Bunchy with 'em and they tryna stop the evil
And they cliqued up with they fist up
The whole neighborhood feelin' like they meant somethin'
Then
wasn't thinking about fucking
Bumping Late Night Hype by Compton's Most Wanted
Them Tracks was so crisp
Bo$$ and Spice 1 and King Tee At Your Own Risk
cielo è blu (Ah)
Sto a fumare, passa il tempo, sottofondo Blues
Rivivo un ricordo (Aaaah)
Jiz mi porta in America L.A. Compton (Kraaah)
È ora di dirmi la
like puff
When life after death hit
Mo' money, mo' problems
And i lost my best friend
I'm the second dopest nigga
From Compton you'll ever hear
a Compton nigga, west side monster, nigga
You should know by now, I fuck with all kinds of niggas
Call Big U and we gon' see 'bout that vagina in you
You
welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week
Ab-Soul!
Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol
On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal
I said
throw it up call the shit hydraulics
Then piss in the cup call the shit Hipnotiq
I bleed Compton, spit crack, the shit chronic
And you new niggas
Dre, I ain't mean to turn my back on you
But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do
Remember, I'm from Compton too
I saw you and Eazy in
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