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mc eiht – straight outta compton lyrics

[mc eiht]
geah
c’mon
geah

straight outta compton, crazy m-th-f-cka named eiht, fool (geah)
from the gang called c-m-w
when i’m called off, i got a sawed off (boom boom!)
squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
you too boy, if you f-ck with me
one time’s gon’ after come and get me
off your -ss, that’s how i’m goin’ out (geah)
with a gat (c’mon, uh!)
gots pointed at (geah)
n-gg-s start to mumble, they wanna rumble
mix ’em and cook ’em in a pot like gumbo (geah)
goin’ out on a m-th-f-cka like that
with a strap, that’s pointed at your -ss
so give it up smooth
ain’t no tellin’ when i’m down for a jack move
here’s a murder rap to keep you dancin’
with a crime record like charles manson (c’mon)
tec-9 is my m-th-f-ckin’ tool
don’t make me act the gangsta fool
cause me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe (that’s right)
knockin’ n-gg-s out the hood daily
yo weekly, monthly, yearly
until them mark–ss fools see clearly
that i’m down, it’s the capital c-p-t
marks can’t f-ck with me!
so when i’m in your neighbourhood, you better duck
cause eiht loc, is crazy as f-ck
as i leave, believe i’m bustin’
but when i come back, fool (c’mon)
geah you know it’s compton

[king tee]
straight outta compton
another crazy–ss n-gg-
punks i smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
i’m a bad m-th-f-cka and you know this
but these mark–ss n-gg-s want show this
but i don’t give a f-ck, i’ma make my snaps
if not from the records to jack in and cr-ps
like burglary, the definition is jackin’
but when illegally armed it’s called packin’
i shoot a m-th-f-cka in a minute
find a good piece of p-ssy, and go up in it
so if you’re at my show in the front row
i’ma call you a b-tch, or a dirty–ss hoe
you’ll probably get mad like a b-tch is supposed to
but that shows you sl-t, don’t get close to
a crazy m-th-f-cker from the street
att-tude legit because i’m tearin’ up sh-t
king tee controls the automatic
for any dumb m-th-f-cker, who want static
not the right hand cause i’m the hand itself
every time, i pull an a.k. off my shelf
security is maximum and that’s the law
k-i-n-g tee and i’m raw
see, cause i’m the m-th-f-ckin’ baller
and double baller tossin’ up the ???
ah, that ain’t a place without a clue
and once their -ss is in the scope, their -ss is through
look, you might take it as n-gg- simple
but a n-gg- like t is on a gangsta tip
straight outta compton

[dre’sta]
straight outta compton
another brother that’ll smother your mother
and make your b-tch think i love her
dangerous
m-th-f-cka raise in h-ll
and if i ever get caught
i make bail
see i don’t give a f-ck n-gg-
that’s the problem
i see a m-th-f-ckin’ cop i don’t dodge him
but i’m smart
lay low, creep a while
and when i see a punk p-ss
i smile
to me it’s kinda funny
the att-tude showin’ n-gg- drivin’
but don’t know where the f-ck he goin’ just rollin’
lookin’ for my lil’ n-gg- eazy
i just blast, they never seize him
ruthless; never seen like a shadow in the dark
except when i unload
and with the strap i blast, no hesitation
you hear the screams of the one
who caught the last penetration
feel a little gust of wind and i’m jettin’
but leave a memory no one’ll be forgettin’
but what about the b-tch who got shot? f-ck her!
you think i give a f-ck about a b-tch? i ain’t a sucker!
this is the autobiography of the d
and if you try to f-ck with me
you’ll be taken, by a stupid–ss n-gg- that i’ll smother
beggin’ like a m-th-f-cka
straight outta compton

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