Def Wish Lyrics
| Song | Def Wish |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | Straight Checkn 'Em |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| Geah. the mc eiht's in the mutherfuckin house y'knowutumsayin? | |
| The compton maniac, | |
| Here to break your ass something off real proper, y'knowutumsayin? | |
| Damn! | |
| Suckers, i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke. | |
| Cause if i hit the chronic, eiht starts the rap bionic. | |
| So enough with that punk shit. | |
| With your fucked up lyrics you can't shoot the gift | |
| Like it should be shot. | |
| Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you'll get got. | |
| And at the end of the trail is whats left. | |
| Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death. | |
| So if ya got static go and gather up your army. | |
| You'll be a short ass punk trying to harm me. | |
| I bet you sorry mc's never seen this. | |
| A sucker punk hung up by his penis. | |
| So watch out for a sucker on the gank | |
| Cause while compton's lynchin, i'm taking money to the bank. | |
| And its the mc eiht on your shit list. | |
| Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish. | |
| [i'll make you famous...] | |
| [now when i go for my gun...you can start shooting] | |
| Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing. | |
| Running over punks like my brother bo jackson. | |
| As your card's on freeze frame your chicken. | |
| It's the eiht double m and i'll keep sticking. | |
| All that pay back shit is in effect. | |
| Cause i'm the type a brother who'll blast your ass, check. | |
| So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you'll pay. | |
| As you commence to say em you'll get tooth decay. | |
| So give up to the compton psycho, | |
| Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick. | |
| Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises. | |
| Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises. | |
| So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme. | |
| And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams. | |
| Another victory on my list. | |
| One more punk ass fool with a def wish. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this. | |
| I'll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist. | |
| No mistakes i make, so don't fake. | |
| Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake. | |
| Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro. | |
| On the stage i'm in a rage with a gangsta show. | |
| The capital e, the capital i, the capital h, | |
| The capital t, down mc. | |
| Mike t is the partner down with me. | |
| Suckers got static, here goes the g-a-t. | |
| So take a step up and play for the rhythm. | |
| >from compton boy, and this is what i give em. | |
| A blast from the gat just for talking that junk. | |
| Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk. | |
| I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways. | |
| And don't be no hero like in the western days. | |
| At sundown, you'll press your luck and try to shoot me. | |
| Grab your davey crocket, i'll grab my gangsta uzi. | |
| And after all that, you'll still be r.i.p. | |
| If you fuck with me...fool theres your def wish. | |
| Geah, y'knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91 | |
| My dj mike t's in the mutherfuckin house. | |
| Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah. |
| zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| Geah. the mc eiht' s in the mutherfuckin house y' knowutumsayin? | |
| The compton maniac, | |
| Here to break your ass something off real proper, y' knowutumsayin? | |
| Damn! | |
| Suckers, i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke. | |
| Cause if i hit the chronic, eiht starts the rap bionic. | |
| So enough with that punk shit. | |
| With your fucked up lyrics you can' t shoot the gift | |
| Like it should be shot. | |
| Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you' ll get got. | |
| And at the end of the trail is whats left. | |
| Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death. | |
| So if ya got static go and gather up your army. | |
| You' ll be a short ass punk trying to harm me. | |
| I bet you sorry mc' s never seen this. | |
| A sucker punk hung up by his penis. | |
| So watch out for a sucker on the gank | |
| Cause while compton' s lynchin, i' m taking money to the bank. | |
| And its the mc eiht on your shit list. | |
| Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish. | |
| i' ll make you famous... | |
| now when i go for my gun... you can start shooting | |
| Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing. | |
| Running over punks like my brother bo jackson. | |
| As your card' s on freeze frame your chicken. | |
| It' s the eiht double m and i' ll keep sticking. | |
| All that pay back shit is in effect. | |
| Cause i' m the type a brother who' ll blast your ass, check. | |
| So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you' ll pay. | |
| As you commence to say em you' ll get tooth decay. | |
| So give up to the compton psycho, | |
| Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick. | |
| Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises. | |
| Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises. | |
| So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme. | |
| And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams. | |
| Another victory on my list. | |
| One more punk ass fool with a def wish. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this. | |
| I' ll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist. | |
| No mistakes i make, so don' t fake. | |
| Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake. | |
| Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro. | |
| On the stage i' m in a rage with a gangsta show. | |
| The capital e, the capital i, the capital h, | |
| The capital t, down mc. | |
| Mike t is the partner down with me. | |
| Suckers got static, here goes the gat. | |
| So take a step up and play for the rhythm. | |
| from compton boy, and this is what i give em. | |
| A blast from the gat just for talking that junk. | |
| Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk. | |
| I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways. | |
| And don' t be no hero like in the western days. | |
| At sundown, you' ll press your luck and try to shoot me. | |
| Grab your davey crocket, i' ll grab my gangsta uzi. | |
| And after all that, you' ll still be r. i. p. | |
| If you fuck with me... fool theres your def wish. | |
| Geah, y' knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91 | |
| My dj mike t' s in the mutherfuckin house. | |
| Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah. |
| zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht, Tyler | |
| Geah. the mc eiht' s in the mutherfuckin house y' knowutumsayin? | |
| The compton maniac, | |
| Here to break your ass something off real proper, y' knowutumsayin? | |
| Damn! | |
| Suckers, i go for broke so dont choke on the smoke. | |
| Cause if i hit the chronic, eiht starts the rap bionic. | |
| So enough with that punk shit. | |
| With your fucked up lyrics you can' t shoot the gift | |
| Like it should be shot. | |
| Gots no hearts, punk ass marks, dont start you' ll get got. | |
| And at the end of the trail is whats left. | |
| Is a sucker mutherfucker who done simped to death. | |
| So if ya got static go and gather up your army. | |
| You' ll be a short ass punk trying to harm me. | |
| I bet you sorry mc' s never seen this. | |
| A sucker punk hung up by his penis. | |
| So watch out for a sucker on the gank | |
| Cause while compton' s lynchin, i' m taking money to the bank. | |
| And its the mc eiht on your shit list. | |
| Commence to killing you off you gots your def wish. | |
| i' ll make you famous... | |
| now when i go for my gun... you can start shooting | |
| Phase 2, its the brother who be taxing. | |
| Running over punks like my brother bo jackson. | |
| As your card' s on freeze frame your chicken. | |
| It' s the eiht double m and i' ll keep sticking. | |
| All that pay back shit is in effect. | |
| Cause i' m the type a brother who' ll blast your ass, check. | |
| So if your biting my lyrics, then fool you' ll pay. | |
| As you commence to say em you' ll get tooth decay. | |
| So give up to the compton psycho, | |
| Biting me quik will mean you get the duck sick quick. | |
| Not a funny man, but still i gives surprises. | |
| Lyrics are deadly plagues, the death toll rises. | |
| So now your shit outta luck with your rhyme scheme. | |
| And now i hunt your punk ass in your bad dreams. | |
| Another victory on my list. | |
| One more punk ass fool with a def wish. | |
| Chorus | |
| Now say your prayers, because its difficult to get with this. | |
| I' ll haunt your studio, become your ghost lyricist. | |
| No mistakes i make, so don' t fake. | |
| Yous as sorry as fuck, so jump your ass out a cake. | |
| Dont try to bargain with the maniac mistro. | |
| On the stage i' m in a rage with a gangsta show. | |
| The capital e, the capital i, the capital h, | |
| The capital t, down mc. | |
| Mike t is the partner down with me. | |
| Suckers got static, here goes the gat. | |
| So take a step up and play for the rhythm. | |
| from compton boy, and this is what i give em. | |
| A blast from the gat just for talking that junk. | |
| Feel like handling the business might smoke the punk. | |
| I run the nine one, fool, so get hip to my ways. | |
| And don' t be no hero like in the western days. | |
| At sundown, you' ll press your luck and try to shoot me. | |
| Grab your davey crocket, i' ll grab my gangsta uzi. | |
| And after all that, you' ll still be r. i. p. | |
| If you fuck with me... fool theres your def wish. | |
| Geah, y' knowutumsayin? mc eiht stepping to the mutherfuckin 91 | |
| My dj mike t' s in the mutherfuckin house. | |
| Down with the dj bolo, and unknown. geeeaaah. |
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