King T - Straight Outta Compton lyrics

[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