Last Ones Left

Lyrics

(Tha Chill) 1, 2, yeah (Make 'em recognize this) Yeah, my nigga, Eiht this that shit homeboy (make 'em recognize this) This that shit that make a nigga wanna smoke with no license Running lights like fuck tha police! Hahahaha Compton (Make 'em recognize this) (MC Eiht) CMW original Eiht, Boom Bam, and Tha Chill (Tha Chill) Nigga, this is gangsta rap revamp Compton's most c-zamp Straight outta Compton, fire like heat lamp Stand by the greats, wait, Eiht, let me say this Clowns saying they do this but they still can't fade us Line 'em up, I get 'em, hit'em hard like a fullback Running 'em over, run it back Run 'em down, give me that Young fucks best respect my G 'Fore I pull 'em off the shelf and make ya beat yo feet Ha, this that killa shit, none of that fuckin' disco They got their thong on, dragons like they're Sisqo Man I'm a silverback, Compton, that's my habitat Rat a tat, Cadillac, hoodrats, dope sacks You getting money now? Well, get your money playa I never join 'em, Chill'll never tell playa I never settle down, I'm sticking to the code CMW, the last of the new old (MC Eiht, CMW hook) A couple of real riders, a couple of real hoes A couple of gats pulled, here comes the 5-0 This Compton for death (for death, for death) We're the last ones left Some real riders and some real hoes and You pull the gats cuz, here comes 5-0 and I say this Compton for death, geah (for death, for death) We're the last ones left, killa (MC Eiht) Still niggas strugglin' every day on the corners There's legalized spots for pushing yo marijuanas They don't want us, California is what I rep I'm in deep, haters will get yo block swept Just to get a rep like I was Guru Late night be the case, cuz, I might do you Its 6 in the mornin', geah, I'm steadily mobbin' To the block, clock work, any nigga we squabbin' Back in the days, man, the OGs taught me Eiht, rep for the hood, keep killin them softly (Geah) Let 'em know how the streets are cold hearted Compton be the land where the gangbangin' started And rest In peace to the dearly departed Shots rang through, my homeboys caught it (Damn!) That's why I stick to the format This killaz right here, cuz, you know where the wars at (Geah!) (Hook) (Boom Bam) Check it out, uhh I got two strikes, tryna fight for my life Now I'm up to bat and it's the bottom of the ninth Keep your eyes on the prize, hit a home run Me and the goons, squad lurking, we on one I got kids that I must provide for And if I can't be a man, then what the fuck am I alive for? It's called survival, against my rivals Boom Bam is a motherfuckin hood idol So tuck in yo bling bling, cause here comes Deebo Jackin you for yo ride like I was the fuckin repo Man, can't you understand That I'm versatile with a mic or a gun in my hand? I'm in the game, you just a spectator I drop bombs, lyrically like a detonator Nigga I walk through Compton, ha, nobody hassles me Niggas ask for respect and I get it naturally (Hook) (Outro) Make 'em recognize this