| Song | Compton 4 Life |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | Music To Driveby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MC Eiht, Simon | |
| It's the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes, and niggas that bang and slang in kilo's. | |
| Where the rule is 'fool we don't play that' | |
| Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat. 4 deep in a car on a mission. | |
| Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'. | |
| Nobody understands the gang mentality. | |
| I don't give a fuck, just want to see some casualties. | |
| And we'll beat your ass down with the quickness. | |
| Busters know that they can't get with this. | |
| Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop. | |
| Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped. | |
| Gots to make our money on the corner. | |
| Try to sqeeze, nigga please, a straight gonner. | |
| Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife. | |
| Geah, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. One more ' | |
| Drive-by Miss | |
| Daisy', Its for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy. | |
| Fools can't cope when we belling. | |
| Throw up your hood cause its | |
| Compton we yelling. | |
| Still selling that yayo, oh know. | |
| Look into the eyes of the 12 guage barrel. | |
| My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel. | |
| Just call me a nigga with a problem. | |
| Better yet a trouble shooter cause | |
| I'm a shoot the enemy when | |
| I see the white of his eyes. | |
| You'll have a funeral every night cause on of your homies dies. | |
| Geah, It don't mean nothing to us. | |
| Ready to buss | |
| A thousand mutherfuckers and we kick up much dust. | |
| Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight. | |
| Geah right, nigga, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Its the city where everybodies in prison. | |
| Niggas keep taking shit, cause aint nobody given. | |
| So another punk fool | |
| I must beat. | |
| Learned the tricks of the trade from the street. | |
| Anxious to put the jack down. | |
| Ready and willing. | |
| One more Compton driveby killing. | |
| One more nigga that got jacked cause he's a dummy. | |
| One more fool that got smoked for the money. | |
| And we got evil ass bitches, just like witches. | |
| Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches. | |
| Niggas run off at the mouth here goes the nine. | |
| Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime. | |
| Go to jail, hell might as well. | |
| Be off with the head so | |
| I bail from the police officer. | |
| Cause if I surrender from the fight. | |
| It won't be no more | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Geah! |
| zuo ci : MC Eiht, Simon | |
| It' s the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes, and niggas that bang and slang in kilo' s. | |
| Where the rule is ' fool we don' t play that' | |
| Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat. 4 deep in a car on a mission. | |
| Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'. | |
| Nobody understands the gang mentality. | |
| I don' t give a fuck, just want to see some casualties. | |
| And we' ll beat your ass down with the quickness. | |
| Busters know that they can' t get with this. | |
| Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop. | |
| Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped. | |
| Gots to make our money on the corner. | |
| Try to sqeeze, nigga please, a straight gonner. | |
| Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife. | |
| Geah, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. One more ' | |
| Driveby Miss | |
| Daisy', Its for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy. | |
| Fools can' t cope when we belling. | |
| Throw up your hood cause its | |
| Compton we yelling. | |
| Still selling that yayo, oh know. | |
| Look into the eyes of the 12 guage barrel. | |
| My tshirt and khaki' s with house shoes is the apparel. | |
| Just call me a nigga with a problem. | |
| Better yet a trouble shooter cause | |
| I' m a shoot the enemy when | |
| I see the white of his eyes. | |
| You' ll have a funeral every night cause on of your homies dies. | |
| Geah, It don' t mean nothing to us. | |
| Ready to buss | |
| A thousand mutherfuckers and we kick up much dust. | |
| Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight. | |
| Geah right, nigga, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Its the city where everybodies in prison. | |
| Niggas keep taking shit, cause aint nobody given. | |
| So another punk fool | |
| I must beat. | |
| Learned the tricks of the trade from the street. | |
| Anxious to put the jack down. | |
| Ready and willing. | |
| One more Compton driveby killing. | |
| One more nigga that got jacked cause he' s a dummy. | |
| One more fool that got smoked for the money. | |
| And we got evil ass bitches, just like witches. | |
| Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches. | |
| Niggas run off at the mouth here goes the nine. | |
| Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime. | |
| Go to jail, hell might as well. | |
| Be off with the head so | |
| I bail from the police officer. | |
| Cause if I surrender from the fight. | |
| It won' t be no more | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Geah! |
| zuò cí : MC Eiht, Simon | |
| It' s the city of jackers, swindlers, pimps and hoes, and niggas that bang and slang in kilo' s. | |
| Where the rule is ' fool we don' t play that' | |
| Bomb to your mutherfucking lip, watch it get fat. 4 deep in a car on a mission. | |
| Load up the glock and watch it start spittin'. | |
| Nobody understands the gang mentality. | |
| I don' t give a fuck, just want to see some casualties. | |
| And we' ll beat your ass down with the quickness. | |
| Busters know that they can' t get with this. | |
| Put the sweat down on a fool at the bus stop. | |
| Wrong set, wrong move get smoothe popped. | |
| Gots to make our money on the corner. | |
| Try to sqeeze, nigga please, a straight gonner. | |
| Survival of the fittest with a gun or a knife. | |
| Geah, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. One more ' | |
| Driveby Miss | |
| Daisy', Its for the hood and nigga, we straight crazy. | |
| Fools can' t cope when we belling. | |
| Throw up your hood cause its | |
| Compton we yelling. | |
| Still selling that yayo, oh know. | |
| Look into the eyes of the 12 guage barrel. | |
| My tshirt and khaki' s with house shoes is the apparel. | |
| Just call me a nigga with a problem. | |
| Better yet a trouble shooter cause | |
| I' m a shoot the enemy when | |
| I see the white of his eyes. | |
| You' ll have a funeral every night cause on of your homies dies. | |
| Geah, It don' t mean nothing to us. | |
| Ready to buss | |
| A thousand mutherfuckers and we kick up much dust. | |
| Another dead, chalk up one for the hood tonight. | |
| Geah right, nigga, cause its | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Its the city where everybodies in prison. | |
| Niggas keep taking shit, cause aint nobody given. | |
| So another punk fool | |
| I must beat. | |
| Learned the tricks of the trade from the street. | |
| Anxious to put the jack down. | |
| Ready and willing. | |
| One more Compton driveby killing. | |
| One more nigga that got jacked cause he' s a dummy. | |
| One more fool that got smoked for the money. | |
| And we got evil ass bitches, just like witches. | |
| Got to keep the hoes because they set up snitches. | |
| Niggas run off at the mouth here goes the nine. | |
| Peel your cap if you wanna drop the dime. | |
| Go to jail, hell might as well. | |
| Be off with the head so | |
| I bail from the police officer. | |
| Cause if I surrender from the fight. | |
| It won' t be no more | |
| Compton 4 | |
| Life. Geah! |