Compton

Lyrics

[Eazy-E; from the song "Switchez"] 1,2,3, and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin' E With the chrome to your dome Cruisin' in my '64 rag top I got a lot of juice A lot of fuckin' block Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin' More bounce to the ounce And I'm clownin' Keep the gat in my lap 'Cause I'm fully strapped For the car jackers But no haps, 'cause I pack a Tech-9 Plus a AK-47 Send a one way ticket to my hell Or maybe heaven, peep Nigga I don't sleep Bury muthafuckas in the concrete They try to creep kinda slow in a Astro But I peep you niggas out in my left window So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no mo' Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe [Hook] Compton Lotta good, lotta pain But one thing you're never gon' change And nigga that's (Compton) So let this shit bang And we don't give a fuck what you claim 'Cause nigga this (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton) [AD] C-O-M-P-T-O-N, had it wild in the streets So let that shit begin Caught my first fade in the third grade Mama tried to best raised by the herb game For reals, it's real Them clips load up Then the pigs show up Homies yellin' out fuck cops like Chris Donut Niggas get scared when the 'rus and Crips roll up Hit the wrong block in the hood And get rolled up, wait hold up Throw up they set, we like "so what?" You know why? These niggas be straight talkin' Then they got fold up, so show us If you 'bout that life Fidda judge is givin' 50 you ain't 'bout that, right Lost friends to the streets, got homies in penitentiaries Been a real nigga since Caldwell Elementary Really from this city, you other niggas pretend to be So every time you mention Compton, nigga Better mention me [Hook] Compton Lotta good, lotta pain But one thing you're never gon' change And nigga that's (Compton) So let this shit bang And we don't give a fuck what you claim 'Cause nigga this (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton) [AD] Straight like that This the town I eat, breathe, sleep this Compton shit No matter where you from If you a real one, well I salute you And only real ones gon' respect that (Compton) It's Central down to Rosecrans We gon' keep this shit poppin' like the OGs used to R.I.P. E. (Compton) Kendrick, YG, Problem, JB, Peso, G Hood, Hootie J, Three Fifth, this Compton [Hook] Compton Lotta good, lotta pain But one thing you're never gon' change And nigga that's (Compton) So let this shit bang And we don't give a fuck what you claim 'Cause nigga this (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton) Every night, every day, tell 'em this (Compton) Better pray son don't make ya dat [?] (Compton)