If it's a doubt you can't get out, boy, save it Tha Chill know what's up and yo (we made it) [VERSE 3: MC Eiht] It's hard tryin to make a name for yourself
don't want no problems with Bad Habitz or Death Row It's on the real, nigga, we comin for you Niggas be like "Damn dogg, it's dem again" We can jump
more stomping. Raised in Compton. geah, y'knowutumsayin? MC Eiht and Compton's Most Wanted putting niggas to rest. Side by each, y'knowutumsaying? Putting em down. Cause Compton
t you read it? It say if niggas don't remember the past, they gonn' repeat it So I'm into ???ated That ground heart-stated And we all made it If you want
on dubs drop [Chorus] We just giving it up for Compton, California Its such a lovely place, its such a lovely place We just giving it up for Compton
we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang,
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
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
muthafucka, don't hate Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht Throw your sets up niggas like you dont give a damn Inglewood Mac-10 watch who's kane [HOOK x2
Some think he's cool, I think he's DEA He said he want it bad, he heard that I got it good I bagged up ten ki's of flour and met him in the hood I met
there scraping and keep it cracking We keep it happening I'm a million out the gate No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes I'm
"We all we got" Nigga it was a movement when we made it How you not gon' respect what came before you - that's how you gon' play it? I taught the South
KILLA!), She's a (KILLA!) He's a (KILLA!), We's a (KILLA!) I'm a (KILLA!), Tone's a (KILLA!) Bird's a (KILLA!), Crawf's a (KILLA!) Will's a (KILLA!),
Too many muthafuckin loc'ed ass young niggas We bail deep and it's an everyday thang, them fifth's We slang a game of mutherfuckin Compton gang I gots
meditating have the trick yer we made it Hands on controlling there minds like remote's Compton niggaz be shovin there dick's down there deep throat I'm Compton's most wanted
on you punk suckaz Its my turn ese My turn to represent this gangster shit Everybody talkin that they know representing and putting it down they cant do it
wives get beaten and no one hears them yell And it's not Compton or Brooklyn or ATL We spend most times winning cause the coast line seen it But the chances
