[MC Eiht]
Geah
C'mon
Geah
Straight outta Compton, crazy muthaf**a 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** with me
One Time's gon' after come and get me
Off your a**, that's how I'm goin' out (geah)
With a gat (c'mon, uh!)
Gots pointed at (geah)
n***as start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo (geah)
Goin' out on a muthaf**a like that
With a strap, that's pointed at your a**
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 muthaf**in' 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***as out the hood daily
Yo weekly, monthly, yearly
Until them mark-a** fools see clearly
That I'm down, it's the capital C-P-T
Marks can't f** with me!
So when I'm in your neighbourhood, you better duck
Cause Eiht Loc, is crazy as f**
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-a** n***a
Punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad muthaf**a and you know this
But these mark-a** n***as want show this
But I don't give a f**, I'mma make my snaps
If not from the records to jack in and craps
Like burglary, the definition is jackin'
But when illegally armed it's called packin'
I shoot a muthaf**a in a minute
Find a good piece of p**y, and go up in it
So if you're at my show in the front row
I'mma call you a b**h, or a dirty-a** ho
You'll probably get mad like a b**h is supposed to
But that shows you s*ut, don't get close to
A crazy muthaf**er from the street
Attitude legit because I'm tearin' up sh**
King Tee controls the automatic
For any dumb muthaf**er, 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 muthaf**in' baller
And double baller tossin' up the ???
Ah, that ain't a place without a clue
And once their a** is in the scope, their a** is through
Look, you might take it as n***a simple
But a n***a 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**h think I love her
Dangerous
Muthaf**a raise in hell
And if I ever get caught
I make bail
See I don't give a f** n***a
That's the problem
I see a muthaf**in' cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart
Lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pa**
I smile
To me it's kinda funny
The attitude showin' n***a drivin'
But don't know where the f** he goin' just rollin'
Lookin' for my lil' n***a 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**h who got shot? f** her!
You think I give a f** about a b**h? I ain't a s**er!
This is the autobiography of the D
And if you try to f** with me
You'll be taken, by a stupid-a** n***a that I'll smother
Beggin' like a muthaf**a
Straight outta Compton