| Song | One Time Gaffled 'Em Up |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | It's a Compton Thang |
| 作词 : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
| (chorus：scratched by dj unknown) | |
| Tired of the mother fucking jackin | |
| Boys that be jackin | |
| Tired of the motherfucking jackin | |
| Police, wanna front; wanna jack | |
| On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin | |
| Gossiping about the latest compton killin | |
| Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep | |
| The boys on the tip, and they trying to creep | |
| Had a g-ride, so i suggest that we punch it | |
| Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred | |
| Hit a corner on the plata. checked the spot | |
| Seen the p.d. lights. down the spot was hot | |
| Ed dog was cuffin'. threw in the back | |
| Chiste and lil' rock jacked for selling that crack | |
| E, man, hit the fence. yelled out, "see you later!" | |
| Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer | |
| Dookie and boo didn't know what to do | |
| Jumped in the car with d.t, bumpin' cmw | |
| Hit a u around the corner. did it work? i wonder | |
| C.p.d. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber | |
| Didn't want to be like brother and fly: locked up | |
| So i downed the bird that was still in my cup | |
| Parked the g-ride, and i started to bail | |
| 'cause my trip was to home, not the county jail | |
| Police swooped. by the time the boys was near me | |
| Go go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary | |
| I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me | |
| Bam looked bag. they were named. now his pony | |
| They peeped out the pager. said, "how much did it cost? | |
| By the way mc eiht, where's the dope you toss?" | |
| (eight): "me sell dope? um sir. i'm a rap singer | |
| Won't go down like the compton gang banger." | |
| They ran a warrant check. i must have had good luck | |
| But the homie who ran. mmmm | |
| One time gaffled him up | |
| (chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown) | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| Ho hold it now. | |
| Keep still boy. no need for static. | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| You're coming with us! | |
| (verse 2): | |
| Had a show to do on a thursday night | |
| Me, chill, slip, and tom rolling in big white | |
| Loaded as fuck, bumping "the cactus." | |
| I hope the stoney boys don't try to jack us | |
| Gas tank was loaded, and so was the e | |
| Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good e.t. | |
| Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days | |
| Switching to another form about how he get paid | |
| Just then the boys came behind the truck | |
| Tom looked out and said, "what the fuck?!?!" | |
| A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip | |
| Had to clown his ass once. n' said, "this ain't no c.h.i.p.s!" | |
| Homie had a warrant for a d.u.i. | |
| And in my pocket was a fat sack of chocolate thai | |
| Damn! (damn) | |
| Now it's time to get nervous | |
| Starey clown caught back em | |
| And they was fixing to serve us | |
| Dumb dumb walked up and started asking for names | |
| They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang i claim | |
| The fact that i'm black is the reason you jack me | |
| I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's | |
| If i was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me | |
| He said, "shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the county!" | |
| He was already late. the fools had they nerves | |
| To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb | |
| Twas showt, shorter that showt. what can i say? | |
| "keep on talking. go ahead. make my day | |
| He started to acting tough n' chill thought he was bluffin | |
| But in a second or two, the boys started the cuffin | |
| Bud in our pockets. brew in our cups | |
| No time for explanations. one time gaffled us up | |
| (chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown) | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| Ho hold it now. | |
| For when? for what? | |
| I ain't guilty! | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| You're coming with us! |
| zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
| chorus: scratched by dj unknown | |
| Tired of the mother fucking jackin | |
| Boys that be jackin | |
| Tired of the motherfucking jackin | |
| Police, wanna front wanna jack | |
| On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin | |
| Gossiping about the latest compton killin | |
| Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep | |
| The boys on the tip, and they trying to creep | |
| Had a gride, so i suggest that we punch it | |
| Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred | |
| Hit a corner on the plata. checked the spot | |
| Seen the p. d. lights. down the spot was hot | |
| Ed dog was cuffin'. threw in the back | |
| Chiste and lil' rock jacked for selling that crack | |
| E, man, hit the fence. yelled out, " see you later!" | |
| Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer | |
| Dookie and boo didn' t know what to do | |
| Jumped in the car with d. t, bumpin' cmw | |
| Hit a u around the corner. did it work? i wonder | |
| C. p. d. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber | |
| Didn' t want to be like brother and fly: locked up | |
| So i downed the bird that was still in my cup | |
| Parked the gride, and i started to bail | |
| ' cause my trip was to home, not the county jail | |
| Police swooped. by the time the boys was near me | |
| Go go fled ' cause the homie was kind of leary | |
| I wasn' t sweating shit, ' cause they had nothing on me | |
| Bam looked bag. they were named. now his pony | |
| They peeped out the pager. said, " how much did it cost? | |
| By the way mc eiht, where' s the dope you toss?" | |
| eight: " me sell dope? um sir. i' m a rap singer | |
| Won' t go down like the compton gang banger." | |
| They ran a warrant check. i must have had good luck | |
| But the homie who ran. mmmm | |
| One time gaffled him up | |
| chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| Ho hold it now. | |
| Keep still boy. no need for static. | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| You' re coming with us! | |
| verse 2: | |
| Had a show to do on a thursday night | |
| Me, chill, slip, and tom rolling in big white | |
| Loaded as fuck, bumping " the cactus." | |
| I hope the stoney boys don' t try to jack us | |
| Gas tank was loaded, and so was the e | |
| Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good e. t. | |
| Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days | |
| Switching to another form about how he get paid | |
| Just then the boys came behind the truck | |
| Tom looked out and said, " what the fuck?!?!" | |
| A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip | |
| Had to clown his ass once. n' said, " this ain' t no c. h. i. p. s!" | |
| Homie had a warrant for a d. u. i. | |
| And in my pocket was a fat sack of chocolate thai | |
| Damn! damn | |
| Now it' s time to get nervous | |
| Starey clown caught back em | |
| And they was fixing to serve us | |
| Dumb dumb walked up and started asking for names | |
| They he peeped me out and asked what' s the gang i claim | |
| The fact that i' m black is the reason you jack me | |
| I' ve got to gang bang ' cause of the hat and khaki' s | |
| If i was in the hood, the dummy wouldn' t have found me | |
| He said, " shut the fuck up ' fore you' re headed for the county!" | |
| He was already late. the fools had they nerves | |
| To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb | |
| Twas showt, shorter that showt. what can i say? | |
| " keep on talking. go ahead. make my day | |
| He started to acting tough n' chill thought he was bluffin | |
| But in a second or two, the boys started the cuffin | |
| Bud in our pockets. brew in our cups | |
| No time for explanations. one time gaffled us up | |
| chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| Ho hold it now. | |
| For when? for what? | |
| I ain' t guilty! | |
| Get your ass in the car. | |
| You' re coming with us! |