U Know Why

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't stupid, yo Motherfucker ran with the game See a gang of fumes rose watching the choir sing Say, my nigga, he was good for the hood Two shots caught him slipping, in his place he stood We going to stick the script, but this ain't no act Record sales are the work, man bring on stacks Way back in the days when we caught Jags Couple years after they introduce crack Bred mack with them hood rats on 1580 They was haters back then, motherfuckers was shady Bitches were kinda feisty, enemies was sheisty Wannabe MC's trying to out-rhyme me Please don't fight my gen no more I'mma kick in the door and squeeze the .44 And y'all quick to float if you're quick enough Man, the shots do burn, so don't act tough [Chorus] So when the shots get to ranging out You know why And y'all done stopped all that hanging out You know why You ain't real what you sing about You know why That's why you biting for the paper route You know why Fools be fake and gold plated You know why And I don't see how y'all made it You know why Why we got to kill them off, Eiht? You know why Man, these fools got us twisted and it's way too late [Verse 2] I love pot and photos that show your gang folds I wonder how you look when the casket closes Compton all day, #1 West City And when we bang coolest, boy, shit ain't pretty Niggas do dirt and get soaked with SA's We even catch you slipping up on your best days And I love West girls, man, they love thugs And I love hotties snug out of town with drugs Fuck a police mugshot, shoot up a block Fuck a neighborhood watch, man, sell them a rock When they knock at the door, man, flush it all down And quickly send it off back out of town 8 seconds to the truck boys, all it takes Two shots to the side, don't slam your brakes When the neighborhood get through, all of you wakes Compton on top through and all it takes [Chorus] So when the shots get to ranging out You know why And y'all done stopped all that hanging out You know why You ain't real what you sing about You know why That's why you biting for the paper route You know why Fools be fake and gold plated You know why And I don't see how y'all made it You know why Why we got to kill them off, Eiht? You know why Man, these fools got us twisted and it's way too late [Verse 3] Grown man in the coupe, boy, don't play games Any motherfucker drops when the pistol aims We don't call out names, fool, we fight in the club When we blow chronic smoke, it's more than it does Big ass bitch won't buy ego rough That heart-piece is filled and crushed and snubbed I'mma shoot one-one and shots kill you softly The second shot's to back your ass up off me Fuck around, lose your shiny valuables in a scuffle Fake motherfuckers caught up in the Hollywood shuffle But they don't muffle the sound all over South Central Drive-by mentality, shoot out the rims You ain't gotta go to the East to get your G-Unit West Coast gang unit, vest, shoot right through it You punk motherfuckers d-don't d-don't do it Compton till I die, boy, thought you knew it [Chorus] So when the shots get to ranging out You know why And y'all done stopped all that hanging out You know why You ain't real what you sing about You know why That's why you biting for the paper route You know why Fools be fake and gold plated You know why And I don't see how y'all made it You know why Why we got to kill them off, Eiht? You know why Man, these fools got us twisted and it's way too late