, learn the tricks of the trade And at home it's the same ass story Mom's treatin' me like she don't even know me But my younger brother's got much clout
back So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping Raised in Compton Geah, y'know what I'm sayin'? MC Eiht and Compton's Most Wanted putting niggas
so please don't Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete And just like a girl, get freaked It's the big ninety-one and Eiht's coming Compton
Compton (This is Compton) (Say it louder) (Louder) (Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep) (Who's
guess a hoe is a hoe But for you to gank me? Bitch, Eiht don't think so Your nothing but a user Raised in the Compton streets girl you's a, bitch I met
you'll get stuck So who's got the Compton funk? And it's illegal if you bump it too loud in your trunk So now you know that Eiht's your top rap dealer
Yeah, killin off suckers, it's me You're stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC? I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheap Compton's Most Wanted, punk
kinda guts Who gives a fuck what your saying so get these nuts. Geah It's the nigga that you can not bite, no Thick like steel, you cant kill the Compton
t touch the Eiht. The Comptonator, the Compton cyco. Compton, Compton, Punk, we stomping. CMW shutting em down so start ducking. No where to run so you know who's
s got the rocks?" I said,"Please officer, I'm a rap singer" Boy, you from Compton, you got to be a banger Where's your hood, what's your set, throw up
I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, surprise nigga, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton, Compton's in the house, motherfucker Compton's in the house, motherfuckers, now I'm lynchin motherfuckers Compton's
, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] Compton, Compton Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] Compton (Life, life, life, life) Hey man, what's up, nigga? This [Incomprehensible] Compton, Compton
Compton's lynchin', I'm takin' money to the bank And it's the MC Eiht on your shit list Commence to killin' you off, you got's your def wish I'll make
Eiht, where's the dope you toss?" (Eight): "Me sell dope? Um sir. I'm a rap singer Won't go down like the Compton gang banger." They ran a warrant check
dick Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling He tells his homey, "G, let's get ready for the killing" Little did he know Miss. Daisy's in
loose My nigga Mike T is in the house. Dj Slips in the mutherfucking house My nigga 'Times in the house, Rick's in the house My nigga Chill's in the house
'all I guess it's time to get to the good part Geah you know it's the part when the Eiht start With the routine, tt's the same song Peel another cap,
off. All that's nice and soft, y'knowutumsaying? CMW back once again, on the late night hype tip. Or it might be on the 'who's is it' tip? I don't know