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(Compton`s in the house)
[ Chill ] You know what time it is Youknowmsayin O.G.`s in this shit CMW back in yo ass one time It`s part 2, bitch You better bag yo hoe ass up and recognize real game in yo face What
[ VERSE 1: Chill ] Make a right on Alondra and see my name on the wall Tha Chill MC, remember me, from the land of the small Creepy crawlin, so I`m thuggin till my eyes shut tight Scandalous shit that I see, so the scandalous shit that I write I know the world got a ghetto, but see, I`m speakin on mine One-time, rat bitches, greedy niggas on the grind Hub City, boy, I love it, wouldn`t trade jack for it Only half-employed, the other half ain`t bored They credit-scamming, panhandling, lley-slanging, gangbanging Hangin to get the chips, haters flappin they lips Trip if I have to, hook and I know that I could Hooked up, meet with every set, spread love through every hood But there`s too many beefs to be callin some shots Tryin to plug the [Name], Tragniews and Nutty Blocks Niggas done died for they turf, doin life for they turf Puttin work in, they close the curtain, the judges are adjourned And it`s probably the same where y`ll at Fools losin they whole life on both ends of the straps I`m low key, still in the City and gon` keep it jumpin Bitch, they call me Tha Chill, and yo, this is Compton
(Compton`s in the house) (Compton`s in the house) [ Boom Bam ] This is Compton (Compton`s in the house) This is Compton
[ VERSE 2: Boom Bam ] C-o-m-p-t-o-n That`s where I`m from, my friend That`s the place where all that gangsta shit started Rest in peace to my dearly departed Smoked in the line of duty, no mystery Now you see why Compton`s makin history? Heard you was dissin me, talkin about killin me Shit, I don`t think you muthafuckas feelin me We here to take the crown back Cause most of you high profile suckers sound wack In fact, you lackin the skills that`s needed You must be too drunk or you must be too weeded Enemies get defeated, and that`s a fact Thousands of Westsider niggas got my back So come strong, bring it on and catch a stompin Muthafucka, this is Compton
(Compton`s in the house)
[ MC Eiht ] Geah Compton, nigga Geah Compton all day, come on Geah
(Compton`s in the house)
[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ] Remember the days when I used to tote a deuce-five heater Coppin the fat sacks of stress in Watts off Alameda Young nigga from the hood, love the hood life, son Compton - bail through, better bring a gun My nigga Todd from the Park to nigga on cue Battle ground was the ghetto down in Tragniew Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters When the one-times hit the block, knuckleheads all scatter Hittin the fence down the alley with a ass full of cavi One house downtown that`d love to have me With a swap meet up the block to get gear when I`m loc`in Liqor sto` right next do` to get papers, we smokin Fo` deep in a fo` do` bucket with fo` heats Add fo` mo`, that`s 16 slugs sweepin your street Who say Compton niggas can`t get no pussy and scratch? When it`s a gang of fuckin cluckheads and a pack of hoodrats This is Compton
[ *DJ Mike T scratches* ] (The might Mike T is now..) (Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep) (Tha Chill is ready, so pass me the sack) (Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep) (Eiht is back again with power after hour) (Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep) (Slip plays the drums, the SP 1200) (Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep) (Compton`s) (Compton`s in the house)
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