We're far good Not from far 90 miles per hour down Boulevard With the top down, we don't give a fuck Drink my 40 ounce of freedom while I my blunt Cause the kids just aint
Oh nigga Somethin' bout to Nigga this shit, nigga this sound 30 keys under the compton court building the dogs don't smell it
Welcome to so don't you ask me I'm hungry my body's rip through your fucking pantry Peeling off like a? examine my said when I'm old enough I'll be to be all I can be You Marcus Camby, washed up fix ya panties I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh You ain't heard nothing harder Daddy Kane Take it vain, Vicodins ease the pain bolts hit ya body, you thought it rained Not a cloud in sight, just the shit that I write enough To stand in front of a freight train Are you trained, to go Dracula Dragging the record by my fangs AK clips, money and gold chains You walk around with a P90 like it's the Bullet to your temple your homocide'll me
Them Compton niggas aint nothing to fuck with Bompton Piru's aint nothing to fuck Compton aint nothin' to fuck with But they with me and bitch I love it
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Lets hit the county gotta catch my check Spend it all to a 40 to the neck And in retrospect I remember December being the Squad cars, neighborhood wars and monsters I tell you that life is full of hydraulics Up and down, get 64 know how to drive it I'm on E with no license or registration racin' racing past johnny because he's racist 1987, the children of Reagan raped the leaves off your front porch With a machine torch He blowing on sess, hoping to ease the He copping some blow hoping that it can New born massacre, hoppin' out the calendars cause your date coming Run 'em down them he gun em I'm that you fast enough Even the legs of Johnson don't mean nothin' because
Them Compton crip aint nothing to fuck with Piru's aint nothing to fuck with Compton es?'s aint nothin' to fuck But they fuck me and bitch I love it
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Can't detour when you at war with your Why run Just with me, just die with me That gun store, right When you fight, don't fight Cause never win
Can't when you at war with your city Why run Just ride me, just die with me That gun store, there When you fight, fight fair you'll never win Yeah yeah
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