Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherfuckin' house. Last year we came with the one times gaffled 'em up. You know what I'm sayin'. Now the whole mutherfuckin' world know.
I'm in the gangsta stroll, so you better run hide. Fools on slide, so keep your kids inside. Explicit words in this rhyme I wrote. Ain't no jack move fool so please don't.
Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?. (With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D. Turn that shit down, man. Don't you know I'm tryin to get some sleep here?.
I WANNA BE LIKE ANDR LEON TALLEY! (A.L.T.). Fabulous and free.. I WANNA BE LIKE ANDR LEON TALLEY! (A.L.T.). He inspires me:. He's a fashion superstar,.
Compton is the place that I touched down. I opened my eyes to realize I was dark brown. And right there in the ghetto that color costs. Brothers smothered by the streets meaning we're lost.
(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.
Geah. Wutup? The Compton phsyco is back. Here goes something for the niggas. . Listen up mutherfuckers cause its hard times. MC Eiht comin back with the hard rhymes. Geah.
Geah, wutup niggas. The Compton cyco is back. In your shit for the nine deuce and check this out. My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house. I am walking down the blocks wit pocketful of rocks.
Suckas, pack up your shit. And all your bunk DJ equipment. Your ass is one-eight-seven when my boy is bent. So be prepared to be measured for a coffin.
Word, bet this beat is like funky. You know what I'm sayin'?. Who put this beat together, man?. Yo, that's the DJ Unknown, what, Unknown?. . Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin'.
Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Straight Jacking. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip. Grab the nine with the hollow point tip.
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Modern society, get hip quick. Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick. Suckers like jockin for a large extent. Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent.
Yo, Eiht and Chill. It's a rumour going around sayin. Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough. Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that. Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started.
(Everything I do gon' be funky). . (This is serious business). (I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal) (4x). (This is serious business). (Compton's in the house).
Stiggety step right up here goes your pusher. Dressed in black, dealing from bud to crack. But the pusher don't know that I'm trying to scheme. And if he let me get to close I might dope fiend.
[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]. Don't nobody move, look at the Westside rulin. Never hot on the spot, cause Eiht keeps coolin. Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart.
Scratching: [I can make you dance...][I Don't think so]. [I can make you dance...][On the dance floor baby..]. . I don't dance because that just aint my style..
I guess I'll start by saying the bitch aint worth a penny. And when it comes to fucking, geah, she fucks plenty. Known around the hood cause she's got much clout.
I got another gang story to tell. Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope. 'Cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.
I got another gang story to tell. Peep about how a black nigga was born in hell. And right then and there it's no hope. Cause a nigga can't escape the gangs and the dope.