Cowards In Compton Lyrics
| Song | Cowards In Compton |
| Artist | Luke |
| Album | In The Nude |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Campbell | |
| Featuring Clayvosie JT Money | |
| Intro: Luke | |
| UH! Yo fuck ass niggas | |
| Let me tell y'all one thing right now I just don't give a fuck! | |
| I'ma let niggas just RIP y'all motherfuckin' throwdown y'all | |
| Gay ass motherfuckers! Snoop ass hoe ass dog ass nigga! | |
| Dre you ain't nothin' but my bitch I'ma make you my bitch! | |
| You look like you could suck a nigga' dick hoe ass motherfucker!! | |
| Verse 1: JT Money | |
| I know niggas ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit | |
| Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split | |
| And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic! | |
| Run up on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted! | |
| Real niggas don't talk that gay shit | |
| Talk about, let another nigga suck ya dick | |
| Only punks talk like that | |
| I won't even bust ya; I'll slap you with my gat! | |
| Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's a faggot | |
| See if you can act it, but you can't back it | |
| A nigga like me won't play wit' ya | |
| I'ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya! | |
| Fuck it, I'm Goin' All Out | |
| Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga! | |
| Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad | |
| Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass | |
| And for your homies talkin' fly shit, | |
| If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em MY bitches! | |
| 'Cause I know y'all pranksters | |
| Y'all niggas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Fuck y'all!! | |
| Verse 2: Clayvosie | |
| It's about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker | |
| I grab the gat to make you fuck-niggas run for cover | |
| You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta | |
| 1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster | |
| Down with (?) and the World Wreckin' Cru | |
| Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too | |
| Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke | |
| I put a level to the chair and watch you niggas smoke | |
| Real niggas don't follow punks down here | |
| I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must be a queer | |
| So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami? | |
| Fuck with me and I'll kill your whol' family! | |
| And I do mean hoe', you think I'm playin', son? | |
| I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run? | |
| Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice | |
| I'll pull a trigger, nigga, and turn off your life! | |
| Luke: | |
| Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, you just don't know! A nigga know about yo' | |
| Motherfuckin' ass with them "Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga, | |
| When you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin' | |
| Lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know what a nigga want | |
| You to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me | |
| Right now? I want you to just, *music stops* | |
| Take off that g-string, ba-by, | |
| 'Cause you know you look real cra-zy, | |
| And you gon' be my hoe - maybe - | |
| I just don't like this nigga. | |
| Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just take these fuck-niggas' beat!! | |
| *The opening of the instrumental track from "Fuck Wit Dre Day"* | |
| Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuck-niggas' beat! | |
| Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit! | |
| *The record needle is dragged off* | |
| Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in! | |
| Get that ol' coochie shit outta here!! | |
| *The "Cowards" track comes back on* | |
| Verse 3: JT Money | |
| Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill shit | |
| Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass'll get killed quick | |
| Pussy nigga, you ain't shit!! | |
| Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick | |
| I'll wreck your whole staff | |
| Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can't last! | |
| So don't try to flip the script, money grip | |
| Got a tech on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip | |
| And I'll take your 4-4 | |
| Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol | |
| 'Cause that shit ain't nothin' but soft-town | |
| Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown | |
| I'll be on the D.L. scopin' | |
| Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open | |
| That nigga changed gears like a 10-speed | |
| Last album, that nigga was against weed | |
| Now he's mister Chronic-man | |
| Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man | |
| Act like you wanna be tough | |
| And we gon' see who'll really get fucked, ya fuck!! | |
| Luke: Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon' | |
| Be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You gon' | |
| Be on weed, or you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next | |
| Year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let me | |
| Tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga, right? All real niggas - I mean, you | |
| Lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme tell you somethin', have you | |
| Ever got head on stage, then? I'll get head from yo' motherfuckin' hoe | |
| On stage! You let the bitch be in the audience, 'cause I'ma take that | |
| Pussy! You a pussy-ass, cock-ass nigga! Lemme tell you somethin'! | |
| Cowards in Compton get sprayed in dank! Cowards in Compton get | |
| Sprayed in dank, pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in | |
| Motherfuckin' dank!! You hoe-ass nigga, you my bitch, bitch!! | |
| JT (in the manner of Dre): HELL yeah! | |
| Announcer (talking rapidly): | |
| Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the | |
| Previous work towards homosexuals is not reflecting anti-homosexual | |
| Position on our part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of | |
| Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg.Thanks to thudord |
| zuo ci : Campbell | |
| Featuring Clayvosie JT Money | |
| Intro: Luke | |
| UH! Yo fuck ass niggas | |
| Let me tell y' all one thing right now I just don' t give a fuck! | |
| I' ma let niggas just RIP y' all motherfuckin' throwdown y' all | |
| Gay ass motherfuckers! Snoop ass hoe ass dog ass nigga! | |
| Dre you ain' t nothin' but my bitch I' ma make you my bitch! | |
| You look like you could suck a nigga' dick hoe ass motherfucker!! | |
| Verse 1: JT Money | |
| I know niggas ain' t tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit | |
| Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split | |
| And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic! | |
| Run up on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted! | |
| Real niggas don' t talk that gay shit | |
| Talk about, let another nigga suck ya dick | |
| Only punks talk like that | |
| I won' t even bust ya I' ll slap you with my gat! | |
| Frontin' like a gangsta, but you' s a faggot | |
| See if you can act it, but you can' t back it | |
| A nigga like me won' t play wit' ya | |
| I' ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya! | |
| Fuck it, I' m Goin' All Out | |
| Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga! | |
| Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad | |
| Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass | |
| And for your homies talkin' fly shit, | |
| If we was locked up together I' d have made ' em MY bitches! | |
| ' Cause I know y' all pranksters | |
| Y' all niggas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Fuck y' all!! | |
| Verse 2: Clayvosie | |
| It' s about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker | |
| I grab the gat to make you fuckniggas run for cover | |
| You can fool a groupie, but you can' t fool a gangsta | |
| 1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster | |
| Down with ? and the World Wreckin' Cru | |
| Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too | |
| Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke | |
| I put a level to the chair and watch you niggas smoke | |
| Real niggas don' t follow punks down here | |
| I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must be a queer | |
| So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami? | |
| Fuck with me and I' ll kill your whol' family! | |
| And I do mean hoe', you think I' m playin', son? | |
| I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run? | |
| Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice | |
| I' ll pull a trigger, nigga, and turn off your life! | |
| Luke: | |
| Yeah, fuckass nigga, you just don' t know! A nigga know about yo' | |
| Motherfuckin' ass with them " Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga, | |
| When you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin' | |
| Lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know what a nigga want | |
| You to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me | |
| Right now? I want you to just, music stops | |
| Take off that gstring, baby, | |
| ' Cause you know you look real crazy, | |
| And you gon' be my hoe maybe | |
| I just don' t like this nigga. | |
| Yo, Mike Fresh, let' s just take these fuckniggas' beat!! | |
| The opening of the instrumental track from " Fuck Wit Dre Day" | |
| Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuckniggas' beat! | |
| Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit! | |
| The record needle is dragged off | |
| Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in! | |
| Get that ol' coochie shit outta here!! | |
| The " Cowards" track comes back on | |
| Verse 3: JT Money | |
| Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill shit | |
| Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass' ll get killed quick | |
| Pussy nigga, you ain' t shit!! | |
| Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick | |
| I' ll wreck your whole staff | |
| Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can' t last! | |
| So don' t try to flip the script, money grip | |
| Got a tech on my hip, plus I' m in the mood to trip | |
| And I' ll take your 44 | |
| Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol | |
| ' Cause that shit ain' t nothin' but softtown | |
| Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown | |
| I' ll be on the D. L. scopin' | |
| Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open | |
| That nigga changed gears like a 10speed | |
| Last album, that nigga was against weed | |
| Now he' s mister Chronicman | |
| Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man | |
| Act like you wanna be tough | |
| And we gon' see who' ll really get fucked, ya fuck!! | |
| Luke: Yeah, fuckass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon' | |
| Be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You gon' | |
| Be on weed, or you ain' t gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next | |
| Year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let me | |
| Tell you somethin' ' bout a nigga, right? All real niggas I mean, you | |
| Lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme tell you somethin', have you | |
| Ever got head on stage, then? I' ll get head from yo' motherfuckin' hoe | |
| On stage! You let the bitch be in the audience, ' cause I' ma take that | |
| Pussy! You a pussyass, cockass nigga! Lemme tell you somethin'! | |
| Cowards in Compton get sprayed in dank! Cowards in Compton get | |
| Sprayed in dank, pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in | |
| Motherfuckin' dank!! You hoeass nigga, you my bitch, bitch!! | |
| JT in the manner of Dre: HELL yeah! | |
| Announcer talking rapidly: | |
| Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the | |
| Previous work towards homosexuals is not reflecting antihomosexual | |
| Position on our part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of | |
| Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. Thanks to thudord |
| zuò cí : Campbell | |
| Featuring Clayvosie JT Money | |
| Intro: Luke | |
| UH! Yo fuck ass niggas | |
| Let me tell y' all one thing right now I just don' t give a fuck! | |
| I' ma let niggas just RIP y' all motherfuckin' throwdown y' all | |
| Gay ass motherfuckers! Snoop ass hoe ass dog ass nigga! | |
| Dre you ain' t nothin' but my bitch I' ma make you my bitch! | |
| You look like you could suck a nigga' dick hoe ass motherfucker!! | |
| Verse 1: JT Money | |
| I know niggas ain' t tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit | |
| Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split | |
| And yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic! | |
| Run up on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted! | |
| Real niggas don' t talk that gay shit | |
| Talk about, let another nigga suck ya dick | |
| Only punks talk like that | |
| I won' t even bust ya I' ll slap you with my gat! | |
| Frontin' like a gangsta, but you' s a faggot | |
| See if you can act it, but you can' t back it | |
| A nigga like me won' t play wit' ya | |
| I' ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya! | |
| Fuck it, I' m Goin' All Out | |
| Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga! | |
| Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk bad | |
| Fuck around, get a missile launched in yo' ass | |
| And for your homies talkin' fly shit, | |
| If we was locked up together I' d have made ' em MY bitches! | |
| ' Cause I know y' all pranksters | |
| Y' all niggas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Fuck y' all!! | |
| Verse 2: Clayvosie | |
| It' s about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker | |
| I grab the gat to make you fuckniggas run for cover | |
| You can fool a groupie, but you can' t fool a gangsta | |
| 1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster | |
| Down with ? and the World Wreckin' Cru | |
| Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too | |
| Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke | |
| I put a level to the chair and watch you niggas smoke | |
| Real niggas don' t follow punks down here | |
| I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must be a queer | |
| So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami? | |
| Fuck with me and I' ll kill your whol' family! | |
| And I do mean hoe', you think I' m playin', son? | |
| I got my glock to your head, now where you gonna run? | |
| Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice | |
| I' ll pull a trigger, nigga, and turn off your life! | |
| Luke: | |
| Yeah, fuckass nigga, you just don' t know! A nigga know about yo' | |
| Motherfuckin' ass with them " Turn Off the Lights" days! Nigga, | |
| When you was sittin' on them album covers with the motherfuckin' | |
| Lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know what a nigga want | |
| You to do right now! Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me | |
| Right now? I want you to just, music stops | |
| Take off that gstring, baby, | |
| ' Cause you know you look real crazy, | |
| And you gon' be my hoe maybe | |
| I just don' t like this nigga. | |
| Yo, Mike Fresh, let' s just take these fuckniggas' beat!! | |
| The opening of the instrumental track from " Fuck Wit Dre Day" | |
| Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuckniggas' beat! | |
| Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit! | |
| The record needle is dragged off | |
| Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in! | |
| Get that ol' coochie shit outta here!! | |
| The " Cowards" track comes back on | |
| Verse 3: JT Money | |
| Verse two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill shit | |
| Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass' ll get killed quick | |
| Pussy nigga, you ain' t shit!! | |
| Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick | |
| I' ll wreck your whole staff | |
| Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can' t last! | |
| So don' t try to flip the script, money grip | |
| Got a tech on my hip, plus I' m in the mood to trip | |
| And I' ll take your 44 | |
| Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get Petrol | |
| ' Cause that shit ain' t nothin' but softtown | |
| Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown | |
| I' ll be on the D. L. scopin' | |
| Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open | |
| That nigga changed gears like a 10speed | |
| Last album, that nigga was against weed | |
| Now he' s mister Chronicman | |
| Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man | |
| Act like you wanna be tough | |
| And we gon' see who' ll really get fucked, ya fuck!! | |
| Luke: Yeah, fuckass nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon' | |
| Be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You gon' | |
| Be on weed, or you ain' t gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next | |
| Year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let me | |
| Tell you somethin' ' bout a nigga, right? All real niggas I mean, you | |
| Lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme tell you somethin', have you | |
| Ever got head on stage, then? I' ll get head from yo' motherfuckin' hoe | |
| On stage! You let the bitch be in the audience, ' cause I' ma take that | |
| Pussy! You a pussyass, cockass nigga! Lemme tell you somethin'! | |
| Cowards in Compton get sprayed in dank! Cowards in Compton get | |
| Sprayed in dank, pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in | |
| Motherfuckin' dank!! You hoeass nigga, you my bitch, bitch!! | |
| JT in the manner of Dre: HELL yeah! | |
| Announcer talking rapidly: | |
| Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the | |
| Previous work towards homosexuals is not reflecting antihomosexual | |
| Position on our part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of | |
| Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg. Thanks to thudord |
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