Cowards In Compton

Lyrics

[Intro: Luke] Uh, yo, fuck-ass niggas Let me tell y'all one thing Right now I just don't give a fuck I'ma let niggas just rip y'all motherfuckin' throat out Y'all gay-ass motherfuckers Snoop ass, ho-ass, dog-ass nigga Dre, you ain't nothin' but my bitch, I'ma make you my bitch You look like you could suck a nigga dick, ho-ass motherfucker [Verse 1: JT Money] I know niggas ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack shit Keep tryin' to front, get your motherfuckin' back split And your ass kicked, this shit is drastic Run up on my nigga, get your punk-ass blasted Real niggas don't talk that gay shit Talkin' 'bout lettin' another nigga suck your dick Only punks talk like that I won't even bust ya, I'll slap you with my gat Frontin' like a gangsta, but you's a faggot See, you can act it, but you can't back it Nigga like me won't play with ya I'ma buck-buck-buck when I get ya Fuck it, I'm goin' all out Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, nigga Dumb motherfucker tryin' to talk foul Fuck around, get a missile launched in your ass And for your homies talkin' fly shit If we was locked up together, I'd have made 'em my bitch 'Cause I know y'all pranksters Y'all niggas still fakin' like gangsters, fuck y'all [Chorus] Back for the payback (Death Row) Back for the payback (Death Row) Back for the payback Your head with oil, lots of oil Back for the payback (Death Row) Back for the payback (Death Row) Back for the payback Your head with oil, lots of oil [Verse 2: Clayvosie] It's about time for me to tear the roof off the motherfucker I grab the gat to make you fuck niggas run for cover You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta 1985, you used to be a fuckin' prankster Down with Lonzo and the World Wreckin' Cru Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like bitches too Every nigga on Death Row must be a joke I'll pull the lever to the chair and watch you niggas smoke Real niggas don't follow punks down here I guess your nigga Snoopy Dogg must be a queer So who the fuck you gonna blast here in Miami? Fuck with me and I'll kill your whole family And I do mean ho, you think I'm playin', son? I got my Glock to your head, now where you gonna run? Before you diss my nigga Luke, you better think twice I'll pull the trigger, nigga, and turn off your lights [Interlude] Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, you just don't know A nigga know about your motherfuckin' ass With them "Turn Off the Lights" days Nigga, when you was sittin' on them album covers With the motherfuckin' lip gloss And them sequins, outfits on Nigga, I know what a nigga want you to do right now Nigga, you know what I want you to do for me right now? I want you to just take off that g-string, baby 'Cause you know you look real crazy And you gon' be my ho, maybe I just don't like this nigga, yo Mike Fresh, let's just take these fuck niggas' beat Yeah, this is how we do, we take fuck niggas' beat Yo, better yet, fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit Yo, my nigga, bring the real shit in Get that ol' coochie shit outta here [Verse 3: JT Money] Verse two, motherfucker, still hit you with the ill shit Fuck with my nigga and your ass'll get killed quick Pussy nigga, you ain't shit Did a whole album of other niggas pullin' your dick I'll wreck your whole staff Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can't last So don't try to flip the script, money grip Got a TEC on my hip, plus I'm in the mood to trip And I'll take your four-four Take a walk down Death Row, them niggas get petro' 'Cause that shit ain't nothin' but soft-town Play bad, get knocked the fuck off, clown I'll be on the D.L. scopin' Catch you slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest open That nigga changed gears like a ten-speed Last album, that nigga was against weed Now he's Mr. Chronic Man Get high, nigga, try to play bionic man Act like you wanna be tough And we gon' see who'll really get fucked, you fuck [Outro: Luke] Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, lemme tell you somethin' What you gon' be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon' be a flaunt, nigga? You gon' be on weed, or you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise next year Aight, what you gon' be on this motherfuckin' year? Let me tell you somethin' 'bout a nigga, right? All real niggas, I mean, you lookin' at a real nigga, nigga Now lemme tell you somethin' Have you ever got head on stage, nigga? I'll get head from your motherfuckin' ho on stage You let the bitch be in the audience, 'cause I'ma take that pussy You ol' pussy-ass, cock-ass nigga Lemme tell you somethin' Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade, pussy Cowards in Compton get sprayed in motherfuckin' Dade You ho-ass nigga, you my bitch, bitch (Hell yeah) [Interlude] Luke Records would like to acknowledge That all references made in the previous work towards homosexuals Is not reflecting an anti-homosexual position on our part Our problem is with homosexuals by the name of Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg