They Still Gafflin
Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherf**in house
Last year we came with the one times gaffled em up. y'knowutumsayin"
Now the whole mutherf**in world know
They still gaffling, this young black n***a
So why in the f** 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 won't give a chance to explain
If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or g**n
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 a** bullsh**
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 ain't got time
He's says park it fool times is wasting
I said f** 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 a** 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 sh** happening, yo
Watch your back one times still gaffling, geah
Geah, now they still on my dick
Still all wrastling, gaffling and sh**
Can't take no more off this one time sh**. Y'knowutumsayin?
I'm ready to peel a mutherf**ers 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 n***as rolling, in hats, inside a cadillac
We start to blaze up the mutherf**ing 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 f**ing CHP boys
I didn't like those punk fools one bit
Cause they be popping that KKK sh**
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 f** 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 didn't find the gatt, it was a miracle
But they still toed my mutherf**ing 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 mutherf**ing homies
That be getting there a**es kicked by the one times, y'knowutumsayin?
And all my mutherf**ing homeboys
Thats in jail locked up over this punk a** sh**
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