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1. _ Intro
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2. _ Driveby Miss Daisy
Picture a nigga on the warpath,
And he'll spread terror through the city and leave a trail of blood baths.
And to those that know, he's not a phony.
But tonight he'll get his vengence on the fool who killed his homey.
Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out.
Cause the hood is where its good is what its about.
Geah. don't wanna squable, through down or even kick him.
Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim.
Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub.
Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
Spot where its hot. yeah boy he knows it.
But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded.
Throws up the set, then he bones out quick.
Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick.
Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling.
He tells his homey, "g lets get ready for the killing."
Little did he know miss daisy's in the kitchen
Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking.
Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races.
Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces.
He heres this fucking little voice in his brain.
And its saying dont kill, we're all in the same gang.
He tells it back, that aint the gang i'm in.
Because the gang i'm in is like in it to win.
So he killed off the sucker right there he didnt stop.
Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop.
The explenation for this, he must was crazy.
I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy.
[and now the driveby].....[say hello to my little friend.]
[you die mutherfucker...]
Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy.
Drive a 190e, ain't got no time for a caddy.
He got snaps because he jacked a nigga.
But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger.
Now theres a contract for your head on a platter.
If theres somebody with you they'll kill them too it dont matter.
Now your laying low at your girlfriends crib.
And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did.
Now you got balls and you pull another jack.
Another and another, your pockets on fat.
Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail.
Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells.
So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed.
Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled.
So now its 12 o'clock, and its time for a jack.
Not even thinking it was time for payback.
And yeah you spot a fool who'll get the rag pack.
Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack.
He stops at a light on elandra and central.
Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, its kinda simple.
But you know how it deal, and what the fuck was in store.
It was the same punk who you tried to jack before.
And he wont give up shit. point blank hesitation.
Innocent miss daisy at the mobile gas station.
His 9 went click, your 9 went clack.
Miss daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back.
The explanation for this he must was crazy.
I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy.
[and now the driveby].....[i'm gonna get you mutherfucker...]
[say hello to my little friend]....[so long..have a good trip.]
[you die mutherfucker...]
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3. _ I Don't Dance
Scratching: [i can make you dance...][i don't think so]
[i can make you dance...][on the dance floor baby..]
I don't dance because that just aint my style.
Portray the prep and act so buck wild.
And when the eiht bails to these local clubs
My first inspiration is to just get buzzed.
Dress code inforced, just like i said i aint frightened.
The homie dressed up is a brand new shirt and dickies.
So i spot a female up to par, jump out my car
And head straight for the bar.
As i proceed i got a shove in the back.
Turned around and said "black, you hopping like your on crack"
But he was hopping, and spinning so fast, brother put me in a trance.
Mm-mm, i don't dance.
Scratching: (...and i will never dance...) x2
The place is packed. just like ring around the collar.
Bail up to the door and don't have to pay a dollar.
"compton's in the house" as everybody screams
As i dust off the sweatshirt and levi's jeans.
Cant peep out the scene its a damn disgrace.
Everytime i try a brother slides in my face.
And i aint with breaking my back
Trying to impress a girl who ain't giving up jack.
And i never see you leave with a girl.
All that sweating dried out your curl.
Too much ants in your pants.
I aint hype, thats why i dont dance.
Scratching: [i can make you dance...][i don't think so]
[i can make you dance...][on the dance floor baby..]
[i dont think so...][i leave that to the brothers with the funny hair]
Now its 3'oclock, am, boy and i was gone.
Grooving to the round the way girls song. it was on.
Downed the last of the cogniac.
Eiht was ready to attack.
Grabbed the girl i was peeping.
She was 5000 baby, i said "baby, aint no sleeping."
Get my gangsta slide to the middle.
That pumped her up i seen her earings jiggle.
Right then the crowd got crazy.
But the dj got kinda lazy.
Through on the "ice ice baby"
It just didn't fade me, thats why i dont dance.
Scratching: [...and i will never dance...] x2
[i dont think so..] x2
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4. _ Gangsta Shot Out
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5. _ Compton's Lynchin
Compton's lynchin mutherfuckers with a left hook.
So turn the eiht on 80 as i start to cook.
As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark.
I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks.
So get a puff of the bomb ass compton shit.
And watch the a double m pop in a second clip.
And when i'm all finished unloading,
I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start exploding.
So punk get your shit in gear.
Say your prayers, your scared, as mike brings up the rear.
Now your caught in a trap and you can't escape.
Made a bad mistake cause you dissed the eiht.
You broke the penalty, punk start paying.
And your short, shorter then short, knowutumsaying?
So step back sorry clown, you ain't hitting.
You gets no juice, cause compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers] x2.
Fools gang way, no time to play pussy.
Eiht is back to attack so dont push me.
Dont try to play with my rhyme you can't stand this.
I'm from compton so i dont give a fuck if you ban this.
I got you trapped in a mutherfuckin straight coat.
I guess you just cant talk with a clenched throat.
So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes.
Playing me close will mean your crossing eiht's line.
And thats not good for your health.
Cause when it comes to eiht and mike, you'll get dealt with.
The mutherfucking power after hour.
No air to breath, cause all the suckers we devour.
So hang up your dreams of making snaps.
You won't make a penny with your fucked up raps.
So step back or its your title i'm clinching.
Punk ass fool, cause compton's lynchin
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now wait a minute. hey man]..[now i'm lynchin
Mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[stop stop stop!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
I guess i'll start dropping these fools, cause they lyrics be like
Offending me.
So you can say that eiht's your worste enemy.
So make tracks or its your fucking hood i'll blow down.
One on one in the compton streets we'll have a showdown.
And when it comes to eiht its quite simple.
Pull the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple.
No explanations on why i did it.
When they ask, i tell em cause the punk bullshitted.
So now i leave his homeys in grief.
I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef.
And the eiht aint bullshitting g.
I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me.
So raise the fuck up because the eiht aint tripping.
Before i let a sucker slide, he's already slipping.
And whats left is a sucker caught up in suspension.
Word em up g, cause compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[no, please don't!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[stop stop stop!]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
You give up? i see your sweating like crazy.
Eiht'll stay cool, cause fool you tried to phaze me.
Your rhymes are washed up your beats are fucked.
Your just a victim punk you'll get stuck.
By a brother with a evil vengence.
And when i say eiht kills, boy i meant this.
And if your caught in the crossfire its like that.
I mean the shooting of lyrics or the damn gatt.
And geah, eiht is back.
Teaming up with the mike on the sneak attack.
So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix.
As my dj mike t fuck with the turntable tricks.
So take flicks, cause your all on his dick.
And its making me sick as he start to do a trick.
So raise the fuck up, its pieces of your brain that i'm pinchin.
Word em up g, compton's lynchin.
[compton]..[oh oh oh]..[get your ass up]..[whats up nigga]..[now i'm
Lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[shit]..[punk ass nigga]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[surprise nigga]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[compton's in the house]..[mutherfucker]
[compton's in the house]..[mutherfuckers]
[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
[compton's in the house]..[mutherfuckers]
[compton]..[now i'm lynchin mutherfuckers]
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6. _ Def Wish
Geah. the mc eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin?
The compton maniac,
Here to break your ass something off real proper, y'knowutumsayin?
Damn!
Suckers, i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke.
Cause if i hit the chronic, eiht starts the rap bionic.
So enough with that punk shit.
With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift
Like it should be shot.
Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got.
And at the end of the trail is whats left.
Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death.
So if ya got static go and gather up your army.
You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me.
I bet you sorry mc's never seen this.
A sucker punk hung up by his penis.
So watch out for a sucker on the gank
Cause while compton's lynchin, i'm taking money to the bank.
And its the mc eiht on your shit list.
Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish.
[i'll make you famous...]
[now when i go for my gun...you can start shooting]
Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing.
Running over punks like my brother bo jackson.
As your card's on freeze frame your chicken.
It's the eiht double m and i'll keep sticking.
All that pay back shit is in effect.
Cause i'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check.
So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay.
As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay.
So give up to the compton psycho,
Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick.
Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises.
Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises.
So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme.
And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams.
Another victory on my list.
One more punk ass fool with a def wish.
Chorus
Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this.
I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist.
No mistakes i make, so don't fake.
Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake.
Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro.
On the stage i'm in a rage with a gangsta show.
The capital e, the capital i, the capital h,
The capital t, down mc.
Mike t is the partner down with me.
Suckers got static, here goes the g-a-t.
So take a step up and play for the rhythm.
>from compton boy, and this is what i give em.
A blast from the gat just for talking that junk.
Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk.
I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways.
And don't be no hero like in the western days.
At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me.
Grab your davey crocket, i'll grab my gangsta uzi.
And after all that, you'll still be r.i.p.
If you fuck with me...fool theres your def wish.
Geah, y'knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91
My dj mike t's in the mutherfuckin house.
Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah.
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7. _ Growin' Up In The Hood
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8. _ Wanted
Just like a prisoner, because i'm brown with some black skin
A fugitive, running cause i just won't give in.
And its hard when it's black on black.
Gotta blast another brother trying to scheme on my stack.
For me to be a busta, oh no.
Police is hunting a brother like an animal.
So i play my cards right, watch my back.
Because the enemy is scheming, trying to kick a rat pack.
Straight up, a gangsta, ain't got time for faking.
Label me a pusher, dead presidents i'm making.
A brother who's young, got the neighbourhood sprung.
Police riding my tip, if they catch me i'm hung.
But no, i don't sleep as they creep. take a peep out the scene,
Cause they trying to stop the flow of my green.
So i keep stepping, and bailing hard because a brother is up on it.
Catch me if you can cause fool, eiht is wanted.
I lace up my kicks, because a brother's on the run.
Chase me down with a gun, because my lyrics weigh a ton.
Now i'm sweating cause you're sweating me big time.
Hang me up by a rope for my murder rhyme.
No shorts given, thats how i'm living in the 91.
Slide my car in, and smoking with my mike gun.
Pop off 2 lyrics so they can slack up.
If it gets too deep mike's got the back up.
Packin' tools, droppin' fools, i'm from compton
So that should be your first rule.
Here comes the pick of the weak, so dont sneek.
If you do, eiht'll take 2 to your cheek.
So don't get uptight if you a victim.
Got a gang of gangsta rhymes so let me kick em.
Geah, i can't be stopped, cause i'm up on it.
And a brother like eiht's still wanted.
So now i break faster, not because i want to, cause i got ta.
Now your homies after me because i grabbed my mike and shot a-
Nother sucker dead, lyrics straight to your head.
Cannot bite, no. the compton cyco.
Quick on the gank, so you might get shanked.
And i dont need a gatt just to jack your bank.
Another stick-up kid just got crazy.
Try to double cross the eiht you'll be pushing up daisies.
Or you can get the backwash
From the 40 thats poured on the ground, so i clown.
So your mad, but your bad and you press your luck.
But you still wanna nag, yeah 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.
But you a punk ass new jack squeeler.
Thats why i'm wanted.
Tha odds against me. so now its time to break.
Seconds tick off the clock so i don't fake.
I gots to keep on steppin, dont run outta breath.
Cause if i slow down punk it might spell death.
I confuse the mark, throw him off the trail.
This aint no picnic punk you picked hell.
Better known as rambro, not afraid.
Mike t starts the gatt, eihts a hand grenade.
And who's got the 411?
Just can't do me punk your getting done.
Eiht is the nigga eating them up.
Yeah thats my cue so i start kicking but.
And you don't want to witness the compton rage.
Trapped just like a rat in a snake cage.
Boy you diss the crew, geah you flaunt it.
Now i hunt you down because your wanted.
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9. _ They Still Gafflin
They still gafflin
Damn, mc eihts back in the mutherfuckin house.
Last year we came with the one times gaffled em up. y'knowutumsayin"
Now the whole mutherfuckin world know.
They still gaffling, this young black nigga.
So why in the fuck should i sleep when they creep
As i roll through the streets i see another raided house and
Thats why the eiht'll be out in 5000.
And the fools wont give a chance to explain.
If you're from compton, you either sell dope or gangbang.
Yo those fools on my dick still trying to jack me.
I guess because i sport a hat and the khaki's.
And if my cars on hit then i'm a roller,
Bust a u, hit the sirens and pull me over.
Run a make on my plates, fool they legit.
Another day for this punk ass bullshit.
I was lucky, i threw the blunt in my sock.
The first thing they say, who's got the gat who's got the rocks?
I said please officer, i'm a rap singer.
Boy you from compton you gots to be a banger.
Wheres your hood, whats your set, throw up your gang sign.
I takes my hands off the hood and says i aint got time.
He's says park it fool times is wasting.
I said fuck you, black leather glove slapped my face then
I was pissed, it was rough, my hands was cuffed.
If i told them they stink they'd throw my ass in the clink.
So it was back to the curb and i sat.
All that time, fools didn't even find my strap.
But every day its the same shit happening, yo.
Watch your back one times still gaffling, geah.
Geah, now they still on my dick.
Still all wrastling, gaffling and shit.
Cant take no more off this one time shit. y'knowutumsayin?
I'm ready to peel a mutherfuckers cap, y'knowutumsayin?
Check this out.
Off to the kick it spot to make an end.
Early in the morning so my day can begin.
I seen the fool that tried to double cross me.
I beat the punk down smooth cause i'm the boss, e.
2 niggas rolling, in hats, inside a cadillac.
We start to blaze up the mutherfucking 20 sack.
We rolled the windows up to get that contact.
One times seen the smoke they pulled a smooth jack.
On top of that i was bumping big noise.
It was the fucking chp boys.
I didnt like those punk fools one bit.
Cause they be popping that kkk shit.
So i kick back and played with the routine.
And told the grand dragon i was 17.
Tell the police the truth then how the fuck that sound?
Cause if i told him the truth then i'd be county bound.
So i play with the routine, comma.
While he say, hand over the marijuana.
I said officer, you must be joking,
That was a cigarette i was smoking.
So i sat with my but to the ground.
And kept on thinking would the fool beat me down?
They didnt find the gatt, it was a miracle.
But they still toed my mutherfucking vehicle.
I might as well have packed a strap and.
Get rid of all these one times gafflin.
Geah, i'd like to send this out to all the mutherfucking homies
That be getting there asses kicked by the one times, y'knowutumsayin?
And all my mutherfucking homeboys
Thats in jail locked up over this punk ass shit.
The one times be gaffling y'knowutumsayin?
But they can't keep a brother like the mc eiht down.
Me and my dj mike t is like out 5000.
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10. _ Raised In Compton
Compton is the place that i touched down.
I opened my eyes to realise i was dark brown.
And right there in the ghetto that color costs.
Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we're lost.
I grew up in a place where it was go for your own.
Don't get caught after dark roaming the danger zone.
Cause it was hell at the age of 12
As my compton black brothers were in and out of jail.
Years went on, i played with the school crap.
Made it half way, it didn't pay, so i said fuck that.
Cause right then it was the cash i was after.
The street had a beat so i was caught up in the rapture.
It said sell, sell, sell.
And after that it was jail, jail, jail.
I also kept a nine as my toy.
I was only 15, so boys will be boys.
So by 16 i was hip to the groove
And fucking any stupid black bitch that move.
And on top of that i was down for the hood.
If you from compton you know that the hood is where its good.
So load up the gatts and its down the avenue.
I'm kinda fucked up so i guess i'll kill a few
Punk niggas trying to scheme on my tip.
Geah i'm selling the cavi and i'm checkin a grip.
But now the high rolling days been cancelled.
Damn, they kidnapped my homie for ransom.
But thats an everyday thing thats what the news play.
One times cant do shit so why the fuck do you pay.
And this goes out to all those niggas that know whats popping.
Fool thats when your raised in compton.
Scratching:
[he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum..
Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]x2
Drug wars, you got the pushers and the pimps
And to make things worse you got the bustas and the wimps.
Gank bitches trying to scheme on my money.
Sucker punks jack, now aint that funny.
But i'm a young nigga, with a respectable rep.
But my brothers gangbanging, i guess i'll follow in his footsteps.
Claiming a set, jacking a brother,
Beating a bitch, you diss the hood i'll put you 6 feet under.
Who gives a fuck if its wrong, no time for thinking.
Just think of the bud and the 8-ball drinking.
So now its time to show my loyalty.
Shoot up my enemy territory.
And my brothers got my back they wont trip.
And i'm in it to win it so i won't slip.
It was like we had a gangbang rally.
A thousand mutherfucking thuggish niggas in the alley.
So while we waited to peel a cap
The suckers crept, damn, shot me in the back.
So now i bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping.
Raised in compton.
Geah, y'knowutumsayin?
Mc eiht and compton's most wanted putting niggas to rest.
Side by each, y'knowutumsaying? putting em down.
Cause compton is the place with the base
And if you don't like it take 2 to the face.
Mc eiht, and i'm outta here.
Scratching:
[he would grow up to be nothing but a hoodlum..
Either in jail, or someone would shoot him.]x2
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11. _ Straight Check'n Em
[introducing..]
I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide
Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside.
Explicit words in this rhyme i wrote.
Aint no jack move fool so please don't
Demonstrate your style is weak you can't compete
And just like a girl, get freaked.
It's the big 91 and eiht's coming.
Compton criminal fool so start running.
And please stop biting my stuff,
As the rhyme gets rough you done had enough
Of the eiht, the gangsta mack, the pimp hustla.
And pistol whip a weak busta.
Suckers run up and get slapped.
Damn, i thought you was smarter then that.
Then to dis the brother who is compton stepping.
Microphone is kept as the murder weapon.
I'm straight checkn 'em.
(scratching: check this out... x4)
No shorts are taken, i give it to you long and slow.
Hard fools, drop your gaurd.
No your not prepared, your scared, no time to sleep.
Cant bargain with your rap, cause its cheap.
And if i have to show, like rambro,
And snap a neck with some compton effect.
And get buck wild sucker.
And serve em all like cluckers.
You just cant hang with your weak style.
You slip right off a the pile.
To me your just another pretender.
So wave the white flag, boy surrender.
And if you a female species.
Tryin to gank then girl you'll get these. famous vapours, walk in
Papers, see you later
You little crooked alligator.
You gets no juice,
And if you scheme on my team then i'll cut you loose.
You can't handle the format.
Punk, i'll use you as a doormat.
I'm straight checkn em.
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I puts my foot down, so all the suckers get clowned.
As the mc eiht steps from the underground.
A villain from the city under seige.
Where the brothers jack, girlies skeeze.
I'm breaking them off proper.
And taking no b.s. from a copper.
Fools on my tip keep sweating me.
And trying to gank my compton melody.
You can't withstand the powerful blow.
From a brother with a def wish [huh?].
Others i smother and change their description.
Wait a minute did i mention
That i flow punk fools with one swing.
Bow down to the compton king-
Pin, the record spins and that spells the end
For you my friend.
I'm straight checkn em.
(scratching)
Lets get our scraps on boy
And the eiht'll destroy.
And play you just like a toy.
Fools try and they can't hang cause they raps just simp.
I thought so wimp.
I'm blasting, peeling caps, making snaps
For the violence in my raps.
Gotta pack tools cause fools don't wanna back on my tip
Geah, but thats cool.
I give em a count backwards 10 to 1.
Then they tale is done.
I give up no slack
Because a sucker tried to punk my style and call it wack.
Now i'm back to attack.
And give em hype, just like they feinding for crack.
So come on, come on, cause eiht and mike'll keep deckn' em.
Geah fool, straight checkn em.
(scratching)
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12. _ Mike T's Funky Scratch
Scratching
Suckas, pack up your shit,
And all your bunk dj equipment.
Your ass is 187 when my boy is bent.
So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.
Your fucked up, wick wack scratch is kinda soft and
Faggots, please i dont think you can tag this.
Cuts deaper than the depth's of atlantis.
But then they ask, 'how low can you go?'
No questions this is my dj's solo.
So freak it, go ahead mike get kinda funky.
Sharp like a guillotine, kick ass like a donkey.
If there is any contenders you can't match,
My dj mike t with his fucking funky scratch.
Scratching.
One more introduction,
In other words i'll keep bussing.
Lyrics after lyrics, so keep on rushing.
Technique 1200's is what he's using.
Blow after blow mike t is 1-2ing and 3ing,
But don't forget about the e and
Who's got the back up. so punk just slack up.
Dont cross his path cause he'll put you to the test.
Reminds me of the wicked witch from the west.
So for your own safety i think i ought to
Tell you its curtains and then flip the quarter.
So stay in last place, you just can't match
My dj mike t with his fucking funky scratch. geah.
Scratching
Back for the mutherfucking '91
My dj mike t's in the fucking house.
Down with the mc eiht, compton's most wanted crew.
Housing the mutherfucking set.
Killing 'em off side by each. audi 5000
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13. _ Can I Kill It?
Geah, the nigga-hoes is back in the mutherfucker
Mc eiht's back once again, y'knowutumsaying?
Just like last year we told the girls, talking about they was down,
'save the drama for your mama.' cmw cause the trauma, y'knowutumsayin?
Me and my dj mike t's in the house, pimping all the hoes,
Y'knowutumsaying?
I'm about to drop this smooth line, check this out.
Eiht is back girls to see whats popping.
Once again, the panties is dropping.
But this time i got the shit plugged in.
Another stupid one thinking eiht's fixing to spend.
Called up the bitch like um 7:30.
Still in the bathtub, damn this was a dirty
Bitch, must of fucked another nigga last night.
So what, i was with a bitch so everything was alright.
Pulled up bumping the mutherfucking cube.
Walked in the door seen my face on the tube.
Stood there and tripped off the gaffle video.
It went off, i looked up and said its time to go.
Girl said she was hungry so i tried not to be evil.
I said you got a choice, louie's burgers or golden eagle.
She started biffing, i said bitch i aint playing.
It aint like your my woman, y'knowutumsaying?
Girl got the grub and it was off to the liqour store.
I said what kind of drinks, she said go with the 4-0
I said what? grab one or two?
She said get two, one for me and one for you.
Got her to the room and she started to guzzling
The forty, hit the blunt and the bitch was buzzing.
Thats when i told her it was time to come to eiht.
And i was about to bounce, rock, roll, and skate.
Got inside, got to spanking on that ass.
Her engine got hot, she start moving real fast.
Thats when i knew, she started to feel it.
I grabbed them shoulders, said 'geah, can i kill it.'
Geah, still breaking them off, y'knowutumsaying.
Baby, y'knowutumsaying, aint no faking.
I'm here to break you off proper.
All them other niggas be drag, y'knowutumsaying?
All they wanna do is dick you down,
But if you try to come to me and get the snaps,
It aint even like that cause i aint playing that way.
Thats played out, y'knowutumsaying?
But i'm about to kick this uh 91 shit, check this out.
Once again its on, geah girls you know the deal.
I'm on a mission to kill.
I gots to get a skee before it gets to late.
So don't perpetrate, just give it to the eiht.
Called up this bitch, i was already fucking.
That made it easier to get her head ducking.
Told her we was fixing to have this little get together.
She started dragging about the movies, i said hmm whatever.
Told her i pick her up about 9:30.
I called up this other bitch, "damn eiht you dirty"
Pulled up bumping, like flaunting my riches.
Ran out about i'd say 8 different bitches.
They hung on my window, leaned on my hood, sat in my seat.
Got the raise in my meat.
I just had to know if they was skeezing.
I ran the line, 'whats the plan for the evening'.
Right then, yo, the shit was all plugged.
And after the night was over she'd be dug
Out by a brother who wasn't saying a word.
Cause what i needed to say was already heard.
Picked the bitch up and went straight to get the liquor.
Then right back to my pad, so i could smooth dick her.
Told her a drag, it went straight to her head.
Cause if i said i just wanna fuck my drag would be dead.
She downed one cup, then 2 then 3.
And eiht was ready to shake the [huh?]
And while i'm in it, i'll ask her can she feel it?
Damn, can i kill it?
Geah, y'knowutumsaying? killing it all 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.
Me and unknown is in here, dj bolo's in here,
Mike t is in here. mike "webeboomingtheshit" is in here.
And we all outta here. so all y'all girls save the drama. out
Scratching: yo i thought i told your stupid ass about the pussy i
Killed x2
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