We're far from Not from far 90 miles per down Compton Boulevard With the top down, screaming we don't give a Drink my 40 ounce of while I roll my blunt Cause the kids just aint
Oh shit Somethin' to happen Nigga shit, nigga this sound like 30 keys under the compton court building Hope the dogs don't it
Welcome to 802s so you ask me I'm hungry my antsy rip through your fucking pantry Peeling off like a? my orchestra Granny said I'm old enough I'll be to be all I can be You Marcus Camby, washed up Pussy fix ya I'm Mr. Marcus, you fucked, ugh You ain't nothing harder since Daddy Kane Take it vain, Vicodins couldn't the pain Lightening bolts hit ya body, you thought it Not a cloud in sight, just the shit I write strong enough To in front of a traveling freight train Are you trained, to go Dracula Dragging the record by my fangs AK clips, money and gold chains You walk with a P90 like it's the 90's Bullet to your temple your remind me
Them Compton crip niggas aint to fuck with Bompton Piru's aint nothing to fuck Compton es?'s nothin' to fuck with But they fuck with me and I love it
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Lets hit the county building catch my check Spend it all to a 40 to the neck And in I remember December being the hottest cars, neighborhood wars and stolen monsters I tell you mothafuckers that life is of hydraulics Up and down, get 64 better how to drive it I'm on E with no license or registration Heart racin' racing past johnny because he's 1987, the children of Ronald Reagan raped the leaves off front porch With a machine torch He on sess, hoping to ease the stress He copping some blow hoping that it can New born massacre, hoppin' out the With calendars your date coming Run 'em them he gun em down I'm that you fast enough Even the legs of Michael Johnson don't nothin' because
Compton crip niggas aint nothing to fuck with Bompton Piru's aint nothing to fuck es?'s aint nothin' to fuck with But they fuck with me and I love it
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Can't detour when you at war with city Why run Just ride me, just die with me That gun store, right you fight, don't fight fair Cause never win
Can't detour you at war with your city Why run Just ride with me, just die me gun store, right there When you fight, don't fight Cause you'll win Yeah yeah
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