Compton 4 Death Lyrics
| Song | Compton 4 Death |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Last Man Standing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| One two, one two, uh | |
| (compton 4 death...) | |
| And how's the fuck we gon' doin' in this one | |
| Y'all don't hear me up in here | |
| Geah | |
| Half ounce one time, stick'em | |
| Represent | |
| Eight years ago a friend of mine | |
| Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes | |
| So i said this rhyme i'm about to say | |
| I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way | |
| Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground | |
| And everybody heard about the compton sound | |
| Criminals to drug - dealers grouped with skan'less hoes | |
| To the baby kids making the hood grow | |
| Can you feel me? gotta make my pay! | |
| To the niggas that wanna kill me: i don't play! | |
| Walk this way, no foul play i'm n 2 deep | |
| One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps | |
| Sometimes makes me wanna holler | |
| How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar? | |
| Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep | |
| Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this | |
| Representin' eazy e's compton city g's | |
| My buckshots put holes in your truck windows | |
| Another casket closed as the church choir blows | |
| Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap | |
| Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap | |
| Gotta get your - mean green to spend | |
| Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend | |
| To the westside connect with these gangsta threats | |
| Commence to represent them compton streets | |
| My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly (boom boom) | |
| The murder i wrote with intent to die | |
| To the pen cause i'ma do you in for the killin' | |
| Straight to hell and back, big black mack | |
| I'm strapped | |
| On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep | |
| Compton 4 death | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Geah | |
| One two one two, stick'em | |
| Half ounce in the house, c'mon | |
| One two one two, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house, c'mon | |
| One two one two | |
| How the fuck we do it | |
| Represent | |
| Follow e down the road to the terror dome | |
| A-wax keep totin' my fucking chrome | |
| Takin you to the year two thou' | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Keep servin' you with the pow | |
| No time to think, my instinct's do or die | |
| When i ride for the west side nuthin' but high | |
| Bitches don't cry | |
| It'll be some other sad love shit | |
| Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit | |
| Pay attention while i mention how i been payin' dues | |
| Since boulevard and corduroys and high school | |
| When bitches talk shit we straight pump | |
| When bloods and crips commence to chalk 'em | |
| Givin it to you, the real deal now you know | |
| Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow | |
| Sittin on top of the world, s'yep | |
| C.m.w. no love, compton 4 death geah | |
| One two one two stick'em | |
| Half ounce in the house stick'em | |
| Compton in the house stick'em | |
| And all y'all butt-naked lick'em | |
| Geah | |
| And that's how the fuck we do it | |
| Representin' the west | |
| Geah |
| zuo ci : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| One two, one two, uh | |
| compton 4 death... | |
| And how' s the fuck we gon' doin' in this one | |
| Y' all don' t hear me up in here | |
| Geah | |
| Half ounce one time, stick' em | |
| Represent | |
| Eight years ago a friend of mine | |
| Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes | |
| So i said this rhyme i' m about to say | |
| I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way | |
| Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground | |
| And everybody heard about the compton sound | |
| Criminals to drug dealers grouped with skan' less hoes | |
| To the baby kids making the hood grow | |
| Can you feel me? gotta make my pay! | |
| To the niggas that wanna kill me: i don' t play! | |
| Walk this way, no foul play i' m n 2 deep | |
| One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps | |
| Sometimes makes me wanna holler | |
| How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar? | |
| Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep | |
| Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this | |
| Representin' eazy e' s compton city g' s | |
| My buckshots put holes in your truck windows | |
| Another casket closed as the church choir blows | |
| Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap | |
| Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap | |
| Gotta get your mean green to spend | |
| Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend | |
| To the westside connect with these gangsta threats | |
| Commence to represent them compton streets | |
| My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly boom boom | |
| The murder i wrote with intent to die | |
| To the pen cause i' ma do you in for the killin' | |
| Straight to hell and back, big black mack | |
| I' m strapped | |
| On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep | |
| Compton 4 death | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Geah | |
| One two one two, stick' em | |
| Half ounce in the house, c' mon | |
| One two one two, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house, c' mon | |
| One two one two | |
| How the fuck we do it | |
| Represent | |
| Follow e down the road to the terror dome | |
| Awax keep totin' my fucking chrome | |
| Takin you to the year two thou' | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Keep servin' you with the pow | |
| No time to think, my instinct' s do or die | |
| When i ride for the west side nuthin' but high | |
| Bitches don' t cry | |
| It' ll be some other sad love shit | |
| Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit | |
| Pay attention while i mention how i been payin' dues | |
| Since boulevard and corduroys and high school | |
| When bitches talk shit we straight pump | |
| When bloods and crips commence to chalk ' em | |
| Givin it to you, the real deal now you know | |
| Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow | |
| Sittin on top of the world, s' yep | |
| C. m. w. no love, compton 4 death geah | |
| One two one two stick' em | |
| Half ounce in the house stick' em | |
| Compton in the house stick' em | |
| And all y' all buttnaked lick' em | |
| Geah | |
| And that' s how the fuck we do it | |
| Representin' the west | |
| Geah |
| zuò cí : Allen, Tyler | |
| Geah | |
| One two, one two, uh | |
| compton 4 death... | |
| And how' s the fuck we gon' doin' in this one | |
| Y' all don' t hear me up in here | |
| Geah | |
| Half ounce one time, stick' em | |
| Represent | |
| Eight years ago a friend of mine | |
| Asked me to say some gangsta rhymes | |
| So i said this rhyme i' m about to say | |
| I grabbed the blunt and then it went this way | |
| Eiht bucked a nigga down to the ground | |
| And everybody heard about the compton sound | |
| Criminals to drug dealers grouped with skan' less hoes | |
| To the baby kids making the hood grow | |
| Can you feel me? gotta make my pay! | |
| To the niggas that wanna kill me: i don' t play! | |
| Walk this way, no foul play i' m n 2 deep | |
| One times make a nigga wanna play for keeps | |
| Sometimes makes me wanna holler | |
| How your homies from the same game wanna tame you for your dollar? | |
| Nuthin' to lose, i choose to get a rep | |
| Step, yep nigga, compton 4 death, hit me | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Got a thousand for you bitches tryin' to handle this | |
| Representin' eazy e' s compton city g' s | |
| My buckshots put holes in your truck windows | |
| Another casket closed as the church choir blows | |
| Bitches gon' set you up on a fast trap | |
| Niggaz gon' pull up to pull a fast cap | |
| Gotta get your mean green to spend | |
| Gotta get your mean green and blow weed my friend | |
| To the westside connect with these gangsta threats | |
| Commence to represent them compton streets | |
| My 44 mag slugs guaranteed to fly boom boom | |
| The murder i wrote with intent to die | |
| To the pen cause i' ma do you in for the killin' | |
| Straight to hell and back, big black mack | |
| I' m strapped | |
| On the daily, compton criminal, crazy just to get a rep | |
| Compton 4 death | |
| Compton 4 death... | |
| Geah | |
| One two one two, stick' em | |
| Half ounce in the house, c' mon | |
| One two one two, geah | |
| Half ounce in the house, c' mon | |
| One two one two | |
| How the fuck we do it | |
| Represent | |
| Follow e down the road to the terror dome | |
| Awax keep totin' my fucking chrome | |
| Takin you to the year two thou' | |
| How you like me now? | |
| Keep servin' you with the pow | |
| No time to think, my instinct' s do or die | |
| When i ride for the west side nuthin' but high | |
| Bitches don' t cry | |
| It' ll be some other sad love shit | |
| Cruise down the block, another hoodrat to hit | |
| Pay attention while i mention how i been payin' dues | |
| Since boulevard and corduroys and high school | |
| When bitches talk shit we straight pump | |
| When bloods and crips commence to chalk ' em | |
| Givin it to you, the real deal now you know | |
| Chills with me, a whole greenery to straight blow | |
| Sittin on top of the world, s' yep | |
| C. m. w. no love, compton 4 death geah | |
| One two one two stick' em | |
| Half ounce in the house stick' em | |
| Compton in the house stick' em | |
| And all y' all buttnaked lick' em | |
| Geah | |
| And that' s how the fuck we do it | |
| Representin' the west | |
| Geah |
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