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    Compton's Most Wanted / Lyrics

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    Compton's Most Wanted feat. MC Eiht

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    Hoo-Bangin in the house c'mon
    Eihthype in the house c'mon
    And I'm representin
    Real Compton City G's on this one
    My nigga ______________________________? in the house
    We gon set it off like this

    (Verse 1)
    y'all niggas want to toss on me
    Throw sum
    Get ready for the hot one here it come
    y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches
    Too suspicious my Glock rocks to your jaw
    Nigga just too vicious land of the lost
    Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her
    My Nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor
    My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger
    I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!'
    I let loose shells fly like the [?spruise-goose?]
    Push weight protects mine, much juice
    I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine
    Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang!
    ______________________________? cops more white and hit claims
    I serves everything from white to mary jane
    I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing
    Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic

    I represent the hoodrats and the B.G's
    The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese
    If you want some then niggas bring static
    It's automatic

    (Verse 2)
    You need to get at me, I'm the G
    Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi
    Search a ki' cross the street and smash out
    The '63 bounce back to the same route
    You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales
    Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells
    Late night horror shows in jail cells
    Represent where you from no one to tell
    Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps
    Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps
    Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps
    Enemies tryin to cross the front line
    Get capped nuthin but escape, uh
    Second flat my gat let loose like 'Rat-a-tat-tat'
    The underground hero guess y'all is back
    My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic


    (Verse 3)
    I make it difficult for a nigga to find me
    Crazy-ass Hoo-Bangin G's behind me
    You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho'
    Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor
    Any nigga want to bring it-bring
    I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing
    Quick to hit out like [name] the street king
    Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping
    Eazy don't come to ______________________________? pound
    West to the chest
    Is the best get-coast
    On the contrary I shots down your post
    You're gettin next to me, uh, too close
    Close down your whole block froze down
    Infiltrators end up-no sound
    You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown
    Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic


    Eihtype in the house c'mon
    Hoo-Bang in the house c'mon
    y'all know how the fuck we do it
    y'all know how the fuck we're livin
    Real Compton G's
    I said them real Compton G's
    My nigga 'Fredwreck' and 'Julio G' on the beat
    y'all know how the fuck we do this
    Hoo-Bangin affiliates till we die nigga
    Compton till we rest
    You know we're the best
    The WEST (westside)
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by John D. Rich, Cowboy Troy.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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