1.One Time Gaffled 'em Up
(chorus：scratched by dj unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, wanna front; wanna jack
On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
Gossiping about the latest compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
The boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
Had a g-ride, so i suggest that we punch it
Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
Hit a corner on the plata. checked the spot
Seen the p.d. lights. down the spot was hot
Ed dog was cuffin'. threw in the back
Chiste and lil' rock jacked for selling that crack
E, man, hit the fence. yelled out, 'see you later!'
Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
Dookie and boo didn't know what to do
Jumped in the car with d.t, bumpin' cmw
Hit a u around the corner. did it work？ i wonder
C.p.d. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
Didn't want to be like brother and fly： locked up
So i downed the bird that was still in my cup
Parked the g-ride, and i started to bail
'cause my trip was to home, not the county jail
Police swooped. by the time the boys was near me
Go go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary
I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
Bam looked bag. they were named. now his pony
They peeped out the pager. said, 'how much did it cost？
By the way mc 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. i must have had good luck
But the homie who ran. mmmm
One time gaffled him up
(chorus 3x： scratched by dj unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep still boy. no need for static.
Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!
(verse 2)：
Had a show to do on a thursday night
Me, chill, slip, and tom rolling in big white
Loaded as fuck, bumping 'the cactus.'
I hope the stoney boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the e
Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good e.t.
Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
Switching to another form about how he get paid
Just then the boys came behind the truck
Tom looked out and said, 'what the fuck？!？!'
A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip
Had to clown his ass once. n' said, 'this ain't no c.h.i.p.s!'
Homie had a warrant for a d.u.i.
And in my pocket was a fat sack of chocolate thai
Damn! (damn)
Now it's time to get nervous
Starey clown caught back em
And they was fixing to serve us
Dumb dumb walked up and started asking for names
They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang i claim
The fact that i'm black is the reason you jack me
I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
If i was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
He said, 'shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the county!'
He was already late. the fools had they nerves
To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
Twas showt, shorter that showt. what can i say？
'keep on talking. go ahead. make my day
He started to acting tough n' chill thought he was bluffin
But in a second or two, the boys started the cuffin
Bud in our pockets. brew in our cups
No time for explanations. one time gaffled us up
(chorus 3x： scratched by dj unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
For when？ for what？
I ain't guilty!
Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!
2.I'm Wit Dat
Yo, eiht and chill
It's a rumour going around sayin
Compton's most wanted ain't funky enough
Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
Personally, i don't know where the rumour got started
They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
But anyway, in the meantime
Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
Set the record straight
As i commence with the def dope strategy
Of the lyrics i'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
I presume that you fools wanna get some
As the bass starts to boom i begin to get real dumb
Downest is the eiht from the c-p-t
Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
Stupid little punk, eiht'll all-out bust
Compton's most w-a-n-t-e-d
Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
Hah! eiht is only good for steady dumpin
Geah, unknown and slip be like bumpin
High, cause you're so fly - dud
Kick back with the pack, and i get high off the bud'
Cause i'm with that
Yeah, eiht, that was like funky
I think that'll do the trick
But chill - you're next up to bat on this
You with it？
Yo, let's go, another star
The p-a-r-t-n-e-r
Of the e, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
And the lyrics eiht write be like pitchin
Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
Chill, will get ill, so get real
Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
The lyrics that i bust make you brag and boast
How cmw rocks the fresh west coast
Eiht and chill, two fresh afro-americans
Dj mike t is down with me ？？？
3 the hard way is the way that it goes
Just another dumb victim with a swoll' up nose
Because i'm with that
(yeeaaah!)
(cool, i'm with it) --＞ the d.o.c.
3rd verse, i'm here to cause a little shock
Down to rock round the block while you're ridin my jock
The coolest, geah, i got to play it cool
Keep it calm, no alarm while i dis a fool
Unlike a pumped-up there's no need for gettin hostile
Get hip and take a sip of chicken bottle
In other words, i could be drunk as a skunk
And i still won't waste time to get up with a punk
It's competition that makes me wanna push, push
Grab a skee next to me, start to water her bush
A battle against a roody-poo punk like that
Will mean that the eiht will have to peel your cap
Chap, so wake up to pay attention to what i'm sayin
Won't stop sprayin, won't stop slayin
Won't give a break to a fool who's fake
Want a challenge？ you can come and challenge the eiht
Cause i'm with that
(get on it)
(the music just turns me on)
I run you wreckless when i see that you are fake
Leave you breathless, because i got the back of eiht
On the mike, i take care of business, i do my job
Don't preprare, just beware when i'm ready to squab
Make a note, program it in your memory bank
Unlike a boat i won't sink, cause i'm rough as a tank
Surprisin, realizin of who i am
Compton's most wanted mc, and i don't give a damn
Jokers think it's funky, no time for a fake
Sucker punks try to steal the dope rhymes that i make
My homeboy mike t cuts like a savage
And unknown and slip does damage
So go ahead, and perpetrate like you're with it
You'll be caught, you'll be fought, you'll be stalked in a
minute
Geah chill
That's how we handle that business
Butterin em up, this boy
(geah, i'm with it)
3.Final Chapter
(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness the 8th...)
Okay, i may not be a historical feature
Or better yet meant to as a big public speaker
But when i chill in compton people scream, 'there he goes!'
The one who throws, deliver big blows
Here to define my name like an era
My serial number is 8, i bring terror
Concert halls, crowds that are packed
Be sure to bring the tangueray gat
You got the privilege to sit next to me
And then you get jealous, start thinkin you can do me
Believe that, punk fool, you must be basin
I make more sequels than my man jason
And when it's over, you'll be screamin and dreamin
To be down with the winning team, but
Get off the rap tip and sing how you're caught up in a rapture
This is the final chapter
(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hard city)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon) --＞ king tee
(ladies and gentlemen
There are 7 acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness...)
(hit it)
Begin part two, up next comes three
And the fourth verse is final from the eiht mc
No time for slip up, but slip laid the beats, so hit it
And if i need double the funk, unknown'll kick it
You came up short tryin to say you was a scholar
The way you school and clock big dollars
But now you're lookin like you're all dried up
Bailin through life with pennies in a cup
So tell me now, are you ready for the schoolin？
But you got to know, in the nine-o, who's rulin
Me, the king of swing, but not a swinger
Unlike a song but called a rap singer
And when i'm done, you be scared to react
Because your conscience is guilty, and your rap is wack
So get off the rap tip before i have to take a step atcha
This is the final chapter
(how y'all feel out there？) --＞ run
(hear the drummer get wicked) --＞ chuck d
(you are about to witness the 8th...)
Part 3 is here, so let me kick a little more
Lyrics i bust, the eiht'll make another score
His luck is short, because it's 8 to 0
In a story, i'll be the villain, you play the hero
Slipped off fast with a fucked up anger
While my fingers round your neck as i commence to strangle
The hip-hop-matic application to the power
Is how i keep em pumpin hour after hour
The eiht's purpose is to explain the ongoing
Of how i school suckers and keep the rhythm flowing
All my homies be like starin and cheerin
And when i'm done, they be passin e the beer, and
I might be buzzed, but i'm ready to stick
Tryin to say the e's a sucker, but a sucker gets licked
So get off the rap tip with dreams tryin to make it on vinyl
Because this chapter is final
(1-2-3-4
Hit it)
(you are about to witness...)
In effect mode, you took the wrong road, so what's up next？
Clown the silly suckers and they hittin the deck
You're sweatin, you must be hot, so what you got？
No rhymes will come out straight because your brain's in a knot
You must be crazy if you think you can hit me
The odds of you survivin ain't no 50／50
Not no 60／40, or no 70／30
Might be 80 to 20, if your knees get dirty
H-a-r-d is e and tha c
New jack is you ridin the t-i-p
Tryin to be down sayin, 'yo, what's up？'
But you're duckin and suckin, just like a suction cup
C.m.w., kingpin, first rate hero
The eiht is the eiht, tha chill's a chill, you a zero
So get off the rap tip and go back to bein a drunk wino
Because the chapter is final
(hit it)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
(compton's in effect
Everyone is on the bandwagon)
(hear the drummer get wicked)
4.I Give Up Nuthin
Don't nobody move, look at the westside rulin
Never hot on the spot, cause eiht keeps coolin
Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart
Cause i give it my heart
Hard to understand why the fools keep trippin
Ladies on my jock, cause they want me to take a dip in
The ocean, geah, i cause commotion
Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
Compton is the city, you want us to description
Eiht and chill puttin suckers in a painfull position
So back up, slack up, before i just tack up
Any soft new jack, i just rack up
Throwin up the 'w' as i bail
Eiht is down as fuck - no, hard as hell
I give up nothin
I caught you, give up the confession
Eiht'll put your ass in a state of depression
You're kinda angry cause you're jocked by none
Try to voice your opinion, get smoked by the gun
Conflict you pick, you dick
Your strategy apalls with a subordinate clog
Despite the fact that i'm a criminal
Deliver the wild cause i'm the pinnacle
Just like a hologram to find out that you're hollow
Mc eiht is the leader you follow
Rhymes that flow, i never practice
Pray for help, but you suckers try to whack this
I stake my claim in the lyrics of humanity
Put me on a stand and i'm claimin insanity
The boy brutalize another soft-ass punk
Need to calm my being nervous, so i hit the blunt
I give up nothin
I gotta get you hot in the last verse
Complication of styles that are bust, it gets worse
Eiht, the rider, the partner, the back-up
Yo slip, blow the beat, so we can stack-up
Suckers on the tip with a fool attitude
Slow your roll, don't make me get rude
Cause if i get rude, i proceed to start jackin
Never sweatin it, i'm known for packin
I see you're kinda nervous cause i'm representin compton
What do you want, before i start stompin
Take a sec, so you can witness the sound
Never half-step in my path, because yo, i am down
I'm more than a mc, a assassin
In other words, eiht is a black charles manson
Waxin up suckers with the lyrics of one breath
Kill em off till there's no one left
I give up nothin
5.This Is Compton
Fresh off the streets from the underground
Nick-named mc eiht, black brother gets down
Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk
To let em know (this is compton) now what's up, punk
Westside rulin all world cause i dump
And the city that i'm from take no shit from a chump
Niggas don't care if their enemy's beefin
Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin
You entered the criminal zone
If you're just a little punk-ass fool, you should run on home
Try to compare？ get real
I'm from compton, so you should know the deal
Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
Loced-out muthafuckas make the one time scatter
Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
It's the down mc eiht, and fool, this is compton
(this is compton)
Another crazy nigga from the city
Chill's from the c-p-t, you got beef？ what a pity
I don't play, cause i slay all rap suckers
Down with e, killin rookie muthafuckas
Squabbin in the streets, with the left you fall
Make a right on alondra, see my name on the wall
Not like the banger, but i bust up
(any punk-ass fool that'll step up)
So follow me into the zone they call panic
Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic
Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop
Crazy brothers goin out all for the gangbang, stop
Compton is thumpin, suckers we stompin
Rhymes on hit, but they still talk shit
I gives a fuck about a fool who's frontin
They call me tha chill, and yo, this is 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 playing all that damn loud-ass music out there？)
(eiht'll get crazy, kill like the terminator)
(who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there？)
(boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stage)
(who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there？)
(i plays the drums, the sp-1200)
(eiht is back again with power after hour)
(tha chill is ready, so pass me the sack)
Compton is the city that i'm claimin
Hardcore fact with the gat, to the punks i start gamin
Devious, so what do you expect？
I'm from the city on missions, and i pop your fuckin neck
People understand what i'm sayin
Talk more shit, i'm on hit, keep the fools all payin
Niggas make the scale when they bail
Police punks talk shit, but you still get out of jail
Eiht represents the place with the bass
The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace
Try to be casual, but that shit won't work
Get sweated in a minute, cause they down for the dirt
Maximum capacity, the crowd just jumps
For the rhythm that i give em, make the souls all pump
Energetic, so don't forget it, yeah, the eiht keeps pumpin
And fool, this is compton
(this is compton)
(commpton)
Punk muthafucka, tha chill will destroy ya
With the dope hub style for ya
Bein that you're just another fan on the tip
Get dropped by eiht, ant, bam, and slip
Suckers better watch out, chill's here to scrap
As i say it everytime in my muthafuckin rap
Just like a warzone got my territory marked
You be slippin if you're caught in the dark
(sorry clown) don't be slippin
Don't go head up with tha chill
Cause chill can kill
I can't stop because the city i'm from
I get too fucked up, and kick the ass of a bum
So if you got static, punk keep frontin
Yo e, they know where the fuck we from...
Yo, this is compton
You sorry-ass muthafuckas can't deal
Especially you sucker-ass d-v-3 muthafuckas
Geah
Y'all muthafuckas is too crazy
If y'all think y'all can hang with compton's muthafuckin most
wanted
In effect
Youknowmsayin
For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool
Sucker-ass niggas
Can't fade us
C.m.w.
Punk-ass perm-wearin pussies
Ha-ha-ha
Yeah i like that shit
Faggot-ass
Shit, i'm about pissed off, man
Hey ant, let's get the fuck out of here
6.Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1
Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there？
(with the funky piano...) --＞ chuck d
Turn that shit down, man
Don't you know i'm tryin to get some sleep here？
(with the funky piano...) --＞ chuck d
Huh？
What you say？
I'll go upside your goddamn head, man
If you don't put that goddamn music down, man
(with the funky piano...) --＞ chuck d
Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street
I got to sleep now
(compton's in the house)
(yeah)
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, rollin four deep
Gats that i'm packin, sucker better put it back
I'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit
But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt
Had too much st. ides, and started throwin it up
Super lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
I'm sprayin all you faggot fake mc jacks
Boy, i smack and rack and pack and stack
To smash all the sucker mc's in a war-like attack
So chill (what's up？)
Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck
(hey yo eiht) what's up？
(boy, i think you said enough)
Chill, i ain't said shit until i call a punk's bluff
Put you on to punishment, eiht is like your father
Wanna beg？ sucker, don't bother
Last-place mc's think you can handle this？
(1-2-3) sock em smooth through the canvas
It's time to start pumpin, know what i'm sayin
Yeah, i got the picture, i commence the sprayin
Boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stage
C.m.w. is like a hub city army brigade
Give no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
Get racked like that because your rhymes are wack
So hit me with your best shot, and boy, you see
How tha chill and the eiht drop punk mc's
But credit's never due to you suckers that be fakin it
Call it a jack, but yo, i'm just takin it
Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your fame
So hang it up, because you got no game
So just let up, i'm gettin fed up
You're talkin trash, punk, just shut up
Leave it to tha chill, yeah, i take care of business
(that's bet, cause eiht is the witness)
A super hype mellow compton cold chillin lyricist
Like a scary movie suckers play fearin this
In fact you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
But diss my down posse, yo, i'm droppin the dogs
So just chill as tha chill explains
When it comes to gettin over i know all the game
So suckers don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
Cause c.m.w.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too funky
C.m.w. - is that you, man？
(yeah!)
Keep on playin that shit, man
I like that shit, man
Woman, cancel that 911 call
They ain't comin anyway, this is compton
Man, that shit was gonna sound good in my t-bird, man
7.Duck Sick
(you was jealous, it's all your fault) --＞ milk dee
(what's up, punk？)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(got beef？ what a pity)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss c.m.w, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya： kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, i commence to paint a picture
Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious？ i think about it while i'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How i chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., c.m.w., and you can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
You can get my duck sick
You can get the duck sick
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax？
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and i heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think i tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like king cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that i can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, i know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, i'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what i mean？
But unlike yourself, sucker, i do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, tha chill mc, claim to gory
So that's it, the eiht and chill is the shit
(chill) word, and you can get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Yo, you can get my - duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah - get the duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Get the duck sick
Word up
You can get the duck sick
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, i know you're kiddin
Sayin e can't hang, you're bullshittin
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
Fresh off the compton streets, so start runnin
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin to compare with a hard mutphafucka
Punk, they call me eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the e's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
Geah, you can get the e's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
School em
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper？
You sorry jack-ass (you punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin
On eiht and chill (geah, ain't no sleepin)
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like aids
Hip-hop, c.m.w. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to chill, don't mean shit
Just a test i have to pass to show i'm on hit
And tha chill's on hit, legit
With the e i don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers i'm tamin
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because i'm gamin
So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get chill's duck sick
You can get the duck sick
What you say, e？
Get the duck sick
Get the duck sick
Yo, who want the duck sick now？
My man unknown want the duck sick, e
My man dj slip want the duck sick
Word em up, mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sick
My deejays ant c and mike t want the duck sick
You guys are sick
8.Give It Up
Yo, i got a word for a skee tryin to bust me
All they gotta do is just give up that pussy
Girls, save the drama, cause i know you're in heat
Spread your legs and get ready for the compton meat
I'm a hound, cause the twat makes the eiht go wild
Throw your legs on my shoulder, or doggy style
Got to play the role like a punk-ass skee
Next thing that you know is, you give it to me
Girls in compton say they ain't with it
Save the drag, stupid bitch, in other words, quit it
Cause i deliver quick fast like roto-rooter
Say the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, i shoot her
First you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes'
In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'i guess'
？？？ compton ain't the eiht, so what
All i know is that i'm a pussy hound, and you got to give it up
(give it up, you give it up
You know what's on my mind
Give it up, you give it up now
You been wasting too much time)
I know you're frontin like a virgin queen
But tha chill is on attack smooth, more like a hype sex fiend
Give it up, don't play dumb, sayin what？
I got a little love, because my hand's on your butt
Girls walk, girls talk, girls talk smack
Don't play him, cause chill ain't goin out like that
Shake your tight butt while you rock to the beat
Then you hound like a female dog in heat
Girls, i see the games that you're playin
Moment i arrive in the pussy, bitch, start prayin
Kotex, i fill it, girls too serious
Down some satin to the head, then i fuck you on your period
My dick's on hard while i'm rhymin
I want the real pussy, to hell with the grindin
I don't show no mercy
So go ahead and curse me
Chill gives a fuck
So yo, give it up
(give it up, you give it up)
(make love to me)
(make love to me)
(give it up, you give it up)
(you know i will make love to you)
(i wanna fuck you)
(give it up, you give it up)
(i want a blowjob, and i'm not kiddin)
(give it up, you give it up)
(wing-ding-ding-a-ling down your throat)
Not a drag, so why you play me like a kitten？
Straighforward to the point, girl, no bullshittin
We can get loaded, and as you get hot
Think a plot you can drop, yo, it pops on the twat
Juice me like a fruit, but you know it ain't cute
Stinky slut, eiht'll give your punk ass the boot
Cause i'm the type of brother who don't waste time
With the fancy-ass dress and red roses and wine
I'm a compton nigga, compton got it goin
Peace to the compton girls, because they hoein
So if another brother try to call you a skee
Fuck the shit that he's talkin, you can skid to e
Here's the final word to the girls that skip
Should they give it up, e？ (hell geah)
Chill is ready for the ultimate takin
Got no time for no bitch that's fakin
Let me be the first to break you in
Another skee comes along, and yo, i'm in like flynn
You say it's too soon, i don't give a fuck
But if the e want some (bitch, we got to toss you up)
It's simple, don't try to front like you don't know
But if you skee with tha chill, then you got to be a hoe
No draggin, no laggin, and please stop naggin
Chill is ready for the fuck
So yo, give it up
(give it up, you give it up)
(we wanna fuck you)
(give it up, you give it up)
(compton's most wanted)
(give it up, you give it up)
(biiitch)
(i wanna fuck you too)
(give it up, you give it up)
(whose pussy is this？
Who's it？)
(give it up, you give it up)
(it's yours) (yours) (yours)
(yeah, i'm tryin to dog the best i can
？？？ as i enjoy it)
9.Late Night Hype
Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin？
Who put this beat together, man？
Yo, that's the dj unknown
What, unknown？
Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, i wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...
It was a friday, and eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so i peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and i started to puff
Aroma smells better than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the e was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should i jib？
Got the 20 sack of thai, and i'm here for the crib
I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
I hooked her up on my late night hype
Geah
Word
Hey man, i don't know what's up with baby, man
This broad is like real trippin
Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy？
Man, i guess, man
Baby thinkin she gon' gank
Ain't no sleepin
Run it down
I was coolin to let you know tha chill cools out
Explanation, chill'll tell you what it's about
At the pad, on the way to e's to get got
And i'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
10：30 is the time i start bailin
'chill from c.m.w.', the girlies yellin
Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
Stepped back off the curb, came e around the corner
Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
Swoopin through compton like batman and robin
E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening？
(let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
Skeezin？ i play the game like a sport
Yo e, roll out, let me hit the newport
Boys from compton (geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype
Too fresh
Eiht and chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, i got a 100 to spend
What's up on some hen？
Yo, man, i'm with that
Let's roll down compton boulevard
I know there's stores, they open like, late night
Wanna step？
2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
4 niggas rollin, i better watch out for the gank
Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
I said, 'look, my name is eiht, and i'm your local town rapper'
He said ('so what？ i'm your local town jacker')
Right then i knew i couldn't reason with the chap
So the thought came (e, peel his cap)
I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
＊ shots ＊ (sucker) the punk was sprayed
Checked out myself, everything was cool
Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
And you'll get hip to my late night hype
Damn, suckers on my tip
Man, homeboy just didn't know
So we got to peel
Youknowmsayin, e？
Man, chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
Homeboy, you know we know what's up
And that's on that
Youknowmsayin？
Hey man, let's kick it
I'm with it
On a night when things was goin kinda slow
Me and e takin to the head a cold 4-0
I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
Right then eiht passed me the smoke
Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
Suddenly i smelled perfume that was lit
Opened my eyes, and i had to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, e said (hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, i said, 'shut the trap
You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and i slap'
She said, 'no', i said, 'geah, fool, take a hike
I got no time for your late night hype'
Hey man
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had this girl last night over my house trippin
Bangin on my door all night
Moms was goin off
Youknowmsayin？
Hey man, i be trippin off these girls i hear
Tryin to say they down with the e, knowmsayin？
But they can like save the drama for they mama
Hey, they keep trippin with me, i'ma have to whip
You know me
Put the whip down on em suckers, huh？
10.I Mean Biznez
(everything i do gon' be funky)
(this is serious business)
(i'm from compton, so you should know the deal) (4x)
(this is serious business)
(compton's in the house)
Let me explain the game that i'm performin
Before i get loced i give a warnin
Take cover, cause i blow up suckers like i'm atomic
Hittin harder than any, releasin rhymes like a bionic
Human, you're assumin that i've run out of luck
But i clock big bucks, so i don't give a fuck
If you play me, cause playin me means that you're jockin
For the food that i'm droppin and for the rhythms that i'm
rockin
A criminal, recognized for rookies that i'm killin
Presidents i'm bankin for the raps that i'md ealin
So if you claim the fo', wanna go toe to toe
I got the heart to take you out with just one blow
Eiht means business
Here comes the chill again
I drink gin to sin, because i'm in in to win
You want static？ punk, don't trip
Dope beats laid by dj slip
My lyrics go good with the groove
And while you're dazed, i pull a jack move
My rep never lets, no sucker slip behind me
Put the fools in check, so jack, don't even try me
Feelin like a villain cause i'm illin
And as i'm killin i'm chillin
And on the new jacks i'm stealin
Niggas gotta have it, girls wanna grab it
They on the tip like it's a habit
I mean business
(this is serious business)
(cause i'm strictly business) (4x)
I'm kinda pissed off, because you thought we was flops
What？ it's cmw, punk, it's time to get mopped
Listen closely to what it's about
It's a petition, so we can boot your punk-ass out
I guess it's your fault, because the e got the feelin
That, yeah, you be nothin but another mercy killin
It started, and i recruit you like a trooper
Snatchin all those stupid party poopers
I mean business, so yo, don't even try
And geah, the e is potent like some chocolate thai
Like a poet my poetry thumps
Stick in a tape and watch your system bump
You played yourself out for the last time, sucker
No way, no how, no need, you say, 'what the？!'
Chill's on the mic goin wild
Buck the fake rap new jacks with my compton style
And yeah, i do it better than most, cause i'm the c
Down with e, a-n-t and s-l-i-p
Dj rockin tom got the back, so yo
Master rick kinda slick, down with jolly joe
I take care of business, first intuition
Cancel all the sorry competition
So witness, first class sign, you say, 'what is this？'
Another funky rhythm, cause yo, i mean business
Yeah, mc eiht in the house
Compton's most wanted
I mean business
Yo chill, tell these fools what's up
Alright, check this out
My name's the chill
A／k／a the hip-hop thug
You know
And i'm definitely meanin business
And i'm not takin no shorts
But yo
I'ma let y'all know who handlin business out there
My homeboy crazy tee, he handlin that business
My little homeboy jonathan, he got that business
Hey yo, eiht, what's up on that？
Geah
I want y'all to know
My man dj slip means business
The unknown dj means business
My homeboy dj rockin tom
Kickin it right now in the place means business
My dj ant c mean business
My homeboy jolly joe mean business
Master rick kinda slick
Get off the tip
Youknowmsayin？
All y'all suckers out there tryin to fade
Hate the capital cmw
Y'all ain't got nothin comin
11.It's A Compton Thang
Modern society, get hip quick
Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick
Suckers like jockin for a large extent
Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent
Eiht, considered to be major and substandtial
Put the damn mic down, boy, you can't handle
The pressure, or the assumption that i am great
Black psychologist known as eiht
Let me suggest that the black race made up rap
And this black brother's here to clock them snaps
Let me propose that i can be nothing nonetheless
Yes, c.m.w. - funky fresh
My main attempt on this final approach
Is to get you to attend, but you can't, you whimp
My wisdom, as you can tell, speaks for itself
Try to compete, then i destroy your mental health
Cause it's a compton thang
(just the way you like it)
I speak in the language of the compton streets
Add profanity a bit to keep it discrete
The title that i uphold, not rap feminine
Hardcore, makin that top dollar dividend
Peep this out, i may not state i have a message
But down to kick butt of the fools that be geffin
Eradicatin, takin nothin i got
Prestige awarded, cause the eiht keeps hot
It's mandatory that i can rock your world with c
Cause to me there is no world outside the c-p-t
If i don't kick ya, or get with ya, cause i'ma stick ya
Pop the chops too much, the eiht'll hit ya
So what you got？ come and show me your stuff
Got a million more rhymes and i'm callin your bluff
As it happens you fall into the zone that's insane
Eiht, chill, dj ant, it's a compton thang
(just the way you like it)
(compton's in the house)
Pick a number, cause when i call it, you'll be next
Got to sla,y it's just the way i get my royalty checks
Assumin that all has gone the way i planned it
As i rock new jacks, they can't stand it
Stable, and yes, i'm able to get harder
So watch my tempo flow just like water
I rush a statement address to the press
You got to understand, my man, it's like fresh
A black entrepreneur with a theory
Suckers, open your ears, so you can hear me
I got the need to obtain a position
I keep my rhythm rollin, no intermission
In order to cancel suckers who wanna diss
That means i cancel suckers who don't exist
But to inherit my title, they can't hang
Or try to hang with my wanted gang
Cause it's a compton thang
It seems regular for my kick-back outcome
To leave your crew in suspense, that's why you feel dumb
Impossible, and yet unwise to disguise
A surprise, won't you open your eyes
Eiht plus chill plus ant equals terror
Unknown and slip is hip, look in the mirror
The call for the wanted posse is demandin
As i release rhymes so outstandin
Don't stop at nothin, cause i got much heart
Just do the e a favor, and punk, don't start
Rhymes that i portion in order to make a point
I write em up while i hit the joint
I'm in effect, so let me show you how i rock
And when i rock suckers quick better jock
Give me peace, and suckers, stop all the ying-yang
You fail to understand, it's a compton thang
This is for compton
And compton is rollin
Geah, number one
C.m.w. in effect
(just the way you like it)
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