Eazy-e - Real Compton City G’s lyrics

[Intro] Compton, Compton, Compton Ahh, real Compton city G’s Ahh, real Compton city G’s Ahh, real Compton city G’s Ahh, real Compton city G’s [Verse 1: Eazy-E] Hey yo, Doctor, here’s another proper track And it’s phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real stuff provoke See, you’s a wannabe ‘loc, and you’ll get smoked, and I hope That the fans understand when you talk about sprayin’ me The same records that you makin’ is payin’ me M–f– Dre! M–f– Snoop! M–f– d**h Row! Yo, and here comes my left blow ‘Cause I’m the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season To let the real Compton city G’s in You’re like a kid, you found a pup, and now you’re dapper But tell me, where the hell you found that anorexic rapper? Talkin’ about who you gon’ squabble with and who you shoot You’re only sixty pounds when you’re wet and wearin’ boots (Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day) But Dre Day only meant Eazy’s payday All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang But on his old album cover he was a she-thang So, s**a please, s** please Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s [Hook] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What’s up?) Boy, you should’ve known by now [Verse 2: Dresta] Every day it’s a new rapper claimin’ to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta Ain’t broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife Just take a good look at the brother and you’ll capture The fact that the ba*tard is simply just an actor Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental Of homies in Compton, Watts, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me, who’s a witness to your damn work? So you never had no bid’ness, so save the drama, jerk! Brothers straight k** me, knowin’ that they pranksters This is goin’ out to you studio gangstas See, I did dirt, put in work, and many brotherss can vouch that And since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that But brother like you, I gotta hate ya ‘Cause I’m just tired of suburbia brothers Talkin’ about they come from projects Knowin’ you ain’t seen no parts of the streets, G I think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin’ khakis and mob while you rhyme Little — tried to sag, but you’re floodin’ at the same time And your set don’t accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies ‘Cause you know they don’t respect ya So, brother please, brother please Don’t step to these real Compton city G’s [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] Well, it’s the Knocc Out, definition “Original baby gangsta” Approach me like you hard, little busta, I’ma bank ya Shank ya, with my damn shank, if I have to Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you’re dealin’ with some real a** brothers G’s, fools please, don’t try to step See if you do, then a pealed cap is all that would be left See, young brotherss like me will break you off somethin’ Claimin’ my city — but Dre, you ain’t from Compton s**ers like y’all is what I call wannabes And ain’t sh** compared to real Compton city’ G’s [Hook] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What’s up?) Boy, you should’ve known by now [Verse 4: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G. who never did nothing wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, s**a, it’s on You and your Doggy Dogg think that y’all hoggin’ it Both of you b**hes can come and s** my doggy’s — Beatin’ up a b**h don’t make you it, but then again Some n***as think it makes a man Damn, it’s a trip how Dre could switch so quick From wearin’ lipstick to smokin’ on — at picnics And now you think you’re bigger But to me you ain’t nothin’ but a track-a** busta That ain’t worth a food stamp And at d**h Row, I hear you gettin’ treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant’s directions Or get your a** popped with the Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the Eaze Stay in your place and don’t step to real Compton city G’s [Hook] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What’s up?) Boy, you should’ve known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What’s up?) Boy, you should’ve known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What’s up?) Boy, you should’ve known by now: Eazy Duz It