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Late Night Hype Lyrics - It's A Compton Thang - Compton's Most Wanted

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' 

They don't we got somethin' for it 

Yeah, man, I wrote some funky lyrics to this 

Alright, let's get busy 

 

It was a Friday, and Eiht was chillin' like a criminal 

Didn't know the time, so I peeped out the digital 

Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition 

Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission 

 

Down Alondra, rollin' kinda tough 

Twisted up the chocolate Thai, and I started to puff 

Aroma smells better than a rose 

Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed 

 

Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin' 

To let me know if the panties was droppin' 

Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen 

I guess the tramp thought that the E was buzzin' 

 

I couldn't fade it, why the hell should I jib? 

Got the 20 sack of Thai, and I'm here for the crib 

I can't go out like that, that ain't my type 

I hooked her up on my late night hype 

 

Geah, word, hey man, I don't know what's up with baby, man 

This broad is like real trippin' 

Hey yo, want me to run somethin', homeboy? 

Man, I guess, man, baby thinkin' she gon' gank 

Ain't no sleepin', run it down 

 

I was coolin' to let you know Tha Chill cools out 

Explanation, Chill'll tell you what it's about 

At the pad, on the way to E's to get got 

And I'm thinkin' of a sorry clown we should jack 

 

10:30 is the time I start bailin' 

"Chill from C.M.W.", the girlies yellin' 

Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya 

Stepped back off the curb, came E around the corner 

 

Music was thumpin', heads started bobbin' 

Swoopin' through Compton like Batman and Robin 

E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening? 

(Let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin') 

 

Skeezin'? I play the game like a sport 

Yo E, roll out, let me hit the Newport 

Boys from Compton 

(Geah, right) 

And we hooked you up on that late night hype 

 

Too fresh Eiht and Chill is back with a funky track 

Yeah, you know that hey, I got a 100 to spend 

What's up on some Hen? Yo, man, I'm with that 

Let's roll down Compton Boulevard, I know there's stores 

They open like, late night, wanna step? 

 

2 AM. on the 91 freeway, lookin' spooky 

Headed to this girl house to get my dookie 

Stopped at the station to fill up the tank 

4 niggas rollin', I better watch out for the gank 

 

Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out 

Started poppin' all this ying yang from his mouth 

I said, "Look, my name is Eiht, and I'm your local town rapper" 

He said, "So what? I'm your local town jacker" 

 

Right then I knew I couldn't reason with the chap 

So the thought came 

(E, peel his cap) 

I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave 

(Sucker) 

 

The punk was sprayed checked out myself, everything was cool 

Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool 

Geah, don't try to play, 'cause yo, that ain't my type 

And you'll get hip to my late night hype 

 

Damn, suckers on my tip man, homeboy just didn't know 

So we got to peel you know what I'm sayin', E? 

Man, Chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin' 

Homeboy, you know we know what's up and that's on that 

You know what I'm sayin'? Hey man, let's kick it I'm with it 

 

On a night when things was goin' kinda slow 

Me and E takin' to the head a cold 4-0 

I was buzzin' and clownin' a skee' that was short 

Right then Eiht passed me the smoke 

 

Chillin' much hard, and the phone start ringin' 

I was buzzin' and it looked like the house was swingin' 

I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door 

I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor 

 

Suddenly I smelled perfume that was lit 

Opened my eyes, and I had to take a hit 

Knock knock knock on the door, somebody's trippin' 

It was my girl, E said, Hit the bud' and stop sippin' 

 

She kept riffin', I said, "Shut the trap 

You're pissin' me off, you keep it up, and I slap" 

She said, "No", I said, "Geah, fool, take a hike 

I got no time for your late night hype" 

 

Hey man, check this out it's like these girls, man 

They just comin' to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin', man 

I can't even deal man, that ain't nothin' 

I had this girl last night over my house trippin' 

 

Bangin' on my door all night moms was goin off 

You know what I'm sayin'? 

Hey man, I be trippin' off these girls I hear 

Tryin' to say they down with the E, know what I'm sayin'? 

 

But they can like save the drama for they mama 

Hey, they keep trippin' with me, I'ma have to whip 

You know me 

Put the whip down on em suckers, huh? 

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