Compton's Most Wanted - 100% lyrics

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Compton's Most Wanted - 100% lyrics

Y'all n***as ready? Check this out Hey yo, Raw co*k yo sh**, n***a Get yo sh** ready It's 'bout to get down, baby (It's goin down, baby, it's goin down) CMW in the house 1-2 DJ Slip in the house 1-2 Check this out [ VERSE 1: Tha Chill ] Hit em up with the quickness, cause n***as was lookin shady Thinkin that they could fade me with they dirty-a** .380 I'm scopin out your whole squad Try to flex and watch me ram like a f**in Dodge Bring the noise like you're P.E Tryin to see the CPT G Steppin up out the fo'-do' Squeezin a chrome fo'-fo' 'Don't give a f**' is the motto I'm thugged out, drinkin Silver Satin from the bottle Blowin tweed till my eyes poked out, I'm loaded, my brain's corroded Fools thinkin they caught Chill slippin, they straight moded This ain't no f**in slip 'n slide You sidebusters wanna take this sh** outside? Turn off the lights like the Wreckin' Crew Leave you black and blue Don't sleep, I'm goin up in your f**in pockets too I'm greedy as they come, get your guns, get em co*ked And ride 100% till that a** drop [ *scratching* ] "As I come back" --] Busta Rhymes [ Chorus: Tha Chill ] You better be down 100% till that a** drop You better be down to smash on till that a** flop Cause that n***a Bumpy Jay ain't gon' never stop Tryin to step and I'ma let you meet the Reebok You better be down 100% till that a** flop You better be down to smash on till that a** drop Cause that n***a Bumpy Jay ain't gon' never stop Tryin to step and I'ma let you meet the Reebok [ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ] Now I'm perved out to smoke the muthaf**in Burb' out Plus I heard these fake-a** haters done put the word out Tha Chill's up in your system, hard's how I hit em With the flows to wet the panties on hoes how it goes Get the party jumpin, Raw got the beat pumpin Straight thumpin up in your woofers to make the whole street look up You're shook up, wonderin why we got the f**in hook-up And thinkin why we got the whole damn studio booked up Droppin em bombs, k**in car alarms Got them n***as on stuck, hoes ready to f** They s** like they s** fish Watch me handle this, player-haters trip on me get bucked quick Don't give a damn, I just cram like Golden Grahams G mentality had them fools mad at me Tryin to catch me slippin at the weed spot You better be down 100% to ride till you drop [ *scratching* ] "As I come back" "Bring it back, come rewind" --] Busta Rhymes