Jt Money - Cowards in Compton lyrics

[Intro: Luke] UH! Yo f** a** n***as Let me tell y'all one thing right now I just don't give a f**! I'mma let n***as just RIP y'all motherf**in' throwdown y'all Gay a** motherf**ers! Snoop a** ho a** dog a** n***a Dre you ain't nothin' but my b**h I'mma make you my b**h You look like you could s** a n***a' dick ho a** motherf**er [Verse 1: JT Money] I know n***as ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack sh** Keep tryin' to front, get your motherf**in' back split And yo' a** kicked! Your sh** is drastic! Run up on my n***a, get your punk a** blasted! Real n***as don't talk that gay sh** Talk about, let another n***a s** ya dick Only punks talk like that I won't even bust ya; I'll slap you with my gat! Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's a f*ggot See if you can act it, but you can't back it A n***a like me won't play wit' ya I'mma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya! f** it, I'm Goin' All Out Step on d**h Row and spray up ya house, n***a! Dumb motherf**er tryin' to talk bad f** around, get a missile launched in yo' a** And for your homies talkin' fly sh** If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em MY b**hes! Cause I know y'all pranksters Y'all n***as still Fakin' Like Gangsters! f** y'all!! [Clayvosie] It's about time for me to tear the roof off the motherf**er I grab the gat to make you f**-n***as run for cover You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta 1985, you used to be a f**in' prankster Down with Alonzo and the World Wreckin' Cru Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like b**hes too Every n***a on d**h Row must be a joke I put a level to the chair and watch you n***as smoke Real n***as don't follow punks down here I guess your n***a Snoopie Dogg must be a queer So who the f** you gonna blast here in Miami? f** with me and I'll k** your whole family! And I do mean ho', you think I'm playin', son? I got my Glock to your head, now where you gonna run? Before you diss my n***a Luke, you better think twice I'll pull a trigger, n***a, and turn off your life! [Luke:] Yeah, f**-a** n***a, you just don't know! A n***a know about yo' Motherf**in' a** with them "Turn Off the Lights" days! n***a When you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherf**in' Lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, n***a, I know what a n***a want You to do right now! n***a, you know what I want you to do for me Right now? I want you to just, *music stops* Take off that g-string, ba-by Cause you know you look real cra-zy And you gon' be my ho - maybe - I just don't like this n***a Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just take these f**-n***as' beat!! *The opening of the instrumental track from "f** Wit Dre Day"* Yeah, this is how we do, we take f**-n***as' beat! Yo, better yet, f** that sh**, my n***a, f** that sh**! *The record needle is dragged off* Yo, my n***a, bring the real sh** in! Get that ol' coochie sh** outta here!! *The "Cowards" track comes back on* [Verse 2: JT Money] Verse two, motherf**er, I still hit you with the ill sh** f** with my n***a and yo' a**'ll get k**ed quick p**y n***a, you ain't sh**!! Did a whole album of other n***as pullin' your dick I'll wreck your whole staff Bust shots at they a**, you n***as can't last! So don't try to flip the script, money grip Got a TEC on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip And I'll take your 4-4 Take a walk down d**h Row, them n***as get Petrol Cause that sh** ain't nothin' but soft-town Play bad, get knocked the f** off, clown I'll be on the D.L. scopin' Catch you slippin', leave your motherf**in' chest open That n***a changed gears like a 10-speed Last album, that n***a was against Weed Now he's mister Chronic-man Get high, n***a, try to play bionic man Act like you wanna be tough And we gon' see who'll really get f**ed, ya f**!! [Outro: Luke] Yeah, f**-a** n***a, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon' Be? You gon' be a real n***a or you gon' be a flaunt, n***a? You gon' be on weed, or you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next year! Aight, what you gon' be on this motherf**in' year? Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a n***a, right? All real n***as - I mean, you lookin' at a real n***a, n***a. Now lemme tell you somethin'. Have you ever got head on stage, then? I'll get head from yo' motherf**in' ho on stage! You let the b**h be in the audience, cause I'mma take that p**y! You a p**y-a**, co*k-a** n***a! Lemme tell you somethin'. Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade, p**y! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in motherf**in' Dade! You ho-a** n***a, you my b**h, b**h! [JT (in the manner of Dre)] HELL yeah! [Announcer] Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the previous work towards h*mos**uals is not reflecting anti-h*mos**ual position on our part. Our problem was just h*mos**uals by the name of Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg