out of a hole and come out fresh Some still don't accept how I came up on it Now the only thing I claim is Compton's Most Wanted I sized up, wised up
learn the tricks of the trade And at home, it's the same ass story Mom's treat me like she don't even know me But my younger brother's got much clout
up, you give it up) (Compton's Most Wanted) (Give it up, you give it up) (Biiitch) (I wanna fuck you too) (Give it up, you give it up) (Whose pussy is this? Who's
Yo, Eiht and Chill It's a rumour going around sayin Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that Personally,
with his fucking funky scratch. geah. [Scratching] Back for the mutherfucking '91 My DJ Mike T's in the fucking house. Down with the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted
enemy meet his fate. In it to win it and I don't give a fuck! Yo listen up. (This is a gang, and I'm in it.) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rolling 4
back again with power after hour) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo' deep) (Slip plays the drums, the SP 1200) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo' deep) (Compton's) (Compton's
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us So what's the time? It's time to get paid Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail Verse Three
thang here like that there, trip. Let a nigga from the E.S. L.B. D.P. beat that pussy 'til it's soft & mushy I love that bushy and most niggas still
about, you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton, our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's
over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin' The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin' Compton's Most, where
gang related activity Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me For no more than a color, or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's
shovel's for drama, need I say more? Got the fat stash spot under my passenger floor That's for the other strap, the automatic type I gotta keep it close
Peepin' Tom's in my home Lookin in my window [Verse 1] Once upon a time in the projects, yo There lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al America's most wanted
last single I don't mingle, tramp, so vamp [DJ Quik cuts up] (That's my nigga) (nigga) (nigga) [DJ Quik] That's my nigga [VERSE 2: KAM] It's goin on
in this muthafucka Geah, the Most Wanted muthafuckas in Compton, y'know I'm sayin? And can't nobody can compare So niggas beware cause Eihthype's runnin
geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-fucka, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-fucka, Geah Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton
skin won't whiten I call myself a nigger 'cause the shit that I'm writing Hypes me, hypes other mother fuckers around me And that's the reason why they want
