Cowards in Compton (Radio Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: Luke] UH! Yeah Suckas Y'all Just Don't Know Payback Is most definitely In Effect!! Right Here, Right Now Yo Dre! You And Your Snoop Dogg Girlfirend Lemme Tell Your Something I Got My Boy JT Money on Wanksta I Got My Boy Clayvoisie The Next Sir Yo! We Next For The Rip, We Be The Rippin' Yo JT Kick It! [Verse 1: JT Money] I know suckas ain't tryin' to diss comin' with that wack Keep tryin' to front, mess around and keep Blastin And yo' Back Split! and Your drastic! Run up on my homies and you Leave in a Casket! Real Playaz don't talk that way Trip Talk about, let another brother suck ya hmm 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 if you can act it, but you can't back it A brothers like me won't play wit' ya I'mma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya! Whatever, I'm Goin' All Out Step on Death Row and spray up ya house, Suckas! Some Bets Couldn't tryin' to talk bad Mess around, get a missile launched in yo' ass And for your homies talkin' fly slicks If we was locked up together I'd have made 'em MY Trick! Cause I know y'all pranksters Y'all suckas still Fakin' Like Gangsters! Rough Time!! [Clayvosie] It's about time for me to tear the roof off the mother I grab the gat to make you all Your Punk run for cover You can fool a groupie, but you can't fool a gangsta 1985, you used to be a prankster Down with Alonzo and the World Wreckin' Cru Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like women too Everybody on Death Row must be a joke I put a level to the chair and watch you punks smoke Real Gangstas don't follow punks down here I guess your Boy Snoopie Dogg must be a queer So who the hell you gonna blast here in Miami? Step 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 homie Luke, you better think twice I'll pull a trigger, Punk, and turn off your life! [Luke:] Yeah, suckas, you just don't know! A Boys Since Your Back In The days! When You Dress Up And Your Secret Outfit When you was sittin' on them album covers you Singin' Back In The day Now with the Lip gloss, and them sequins outfits on With Sweet Perfume, Yo Dre! you know what I want you to do for me Right now? *music stops* Take off that g-string, ba-by And you gon' be my girl - maybe - Yo, Mike Fresh, let's just take these Suckas beat!! *The opening of the instrumental track from "Dre Day"* Yeah, Suckas this is how we do, we take Suckas beat! Yo, better yet, I Wanna hear On It *The record needle is dragged off* Yo, Mike Fresh Bring That Back To The Real Gangstas Beats! *The "Cowards" track comes back on* [Verse 2: JT Money] Verse two, Silly Suckas, I still hit you with the ill slick Front with my homies and yo' about to get killed quick Dr. Dre, you ain't slick!! Did a whole album of other dummies pullin' your tip I'll wreck your whole staff Bust shots but I'm fast, you suckas 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 4-4 Take a walk down Death Row, them suckas get Petrol Cause that junk ain't nothin' but soft-town Play bad, get knocked off, clown I'll be on the D.L. scopin' Catch you slippin', leave your head and your' chest open That suckas changed gears like a 10-speed Last album, that homeboy was against Weed Now he's mister Chronic-man Get high, suckas, try to play bionic man Act like you wanna be tough And we gon' see who'll really get blowed, ya [Outro: Luke] Yeah, check this out , lemme tell you somethin'! What you gon' Be? You gon' be a this Year Next Year Smoke Weed Album cover weed? You gon' be a bruise next year! Aight, what you gon' be on this' year Freak Costume Dress On Album Cover ? this year You Be A Gangsta Yo Dre!, somethin' 'bout a right? All real - I mean, you lookin' at a real Now lemme tell you somethin'. Have you ever got head on stage, then? Girl on stage You Give A Straight Naked Lemme tell you somethin' Dre. Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade! Cowards in Compton get sprayed in Dade, Yo, Punk! Cowards in Compton they gets sprayed if always in {Bleep}' Dade! You ho-ass nigga, you my bitch, bitch! [JT (in the manner of Dre)] HELL yeah! [Announcer] Luke Records would like to acknowledge that all references made in the previous work towards homosexuals is not reflecting anti-homosexual position on our part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the name of Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg