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[ VERSE 1: King Tee ]
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They live on the street and they hustle for fame
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Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine
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Because it's now a lifestyle and a full-time job
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And if you live in Compton, it's like at McCobb
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>From block to block everybody's bad
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And if you don't know where you're at, then your life's been had
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Cause they walk in the street with intentions to meet
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Some sappy lookin punk with Fila on his feet
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And if you try to act tough, well Mr. Tough, you're through
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Cause everybody's a family, if not, they're a crew
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I'm here to give some advice advice (Run!)
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Cause if you're ever in Compton, you better bring a gun
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Yo, here come my homeboy Mixmaster Spade
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Man, what's up, man?
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Hey man, ain't you from Compton, man?
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(Ah yeah)
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Alright man, tell em what's up, man
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What you used to do
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[ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Spade ]
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I used to cut up the beat on the two turntables
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Now I'm rappin on the mic, cause I'm willin and able
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When I'm on the mic I take no slack
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And everytime that you see me I'm tearin a gat
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I got .380s and .22s
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You messs with me, I'm gonna bust on you
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I got a .357 and a M-16
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They call me Master Spade, and Tee's the King
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Now Compton is the city where the homeboys stay
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Rollin in a different car everyday
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Can't roll too hard, gotta watch my back
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Cause if I don't, I just might get jacked
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Now Compton is a city of a lotta fun
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(Can't walk down the street
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(Can't walk down the street
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Can't walk down the stree without my gun)
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[ female voice ]
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Now you know this just don't make no kinda sense
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[ VERSE 3: King Tee ]
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Now the next place is kinda risky if you're walkin with your mother
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Y'all can get shot if she wears the wrong color
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They're all from the old school, nobody's modern
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The place I'm talkin 'bout is the Nickerson Gardens
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You can get away with murder, cause they murdered the cops
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Cause they said they tried to run a bumrush on Watts
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But they took control, slingers walk real tall
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While real down gangbangers write their set on the wall
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If I was you I wouldn't visit here, it's like hell
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And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell?
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I'm only here for advice advice (run!)
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And if you're ever in Watts, you better bring a gun
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[ VERSE 4: King Tee ]
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Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintin
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Rag top convertable with all-gold Daytons
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You decide to take a ride down the Crenshaw strip
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You stop at the Fat Burgers to feed your lip
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You got your sounds bumpin, playin Zapp and Vibe
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A skeezer comes your way, you say, "Let's take a ride"
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So you're cruisin Crewshaw with her, you're goin to bail
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A brown Cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your head
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They say, "(Get our your car) if you value your life
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(And leave your money) if you love your wife"
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Now you're standin in the street lookin like you're on crack
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And you say to yourself: I can't believe I got jacked
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You call the police because your car they stole
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But when you get in touch with them, they put you on hold
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Your car is gone, nothin could be done
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So next time you cruise Crenshaw, YOU BETTER BRING A GUN!
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Alright, I wanna thank Mixmaster Spade for comin out to rock with me
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(And Greg Mack) the Mack Attack
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And I also wanna thank J-Ro and Sweet Tooth for comin out rockin
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(And DJ [Name])
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And I wanna thank Scotty D, Cold-Crush Chris
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And DJ Pooh, the Hip-Hop Gangster
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(When he say beat em up he don't be bluffin)
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Word
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And oh yeah, I forgot somebody
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Unknown!
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(Yo man
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Who blew up that McDonald's on Central and Rosecrans, du?)
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Ya Better Bring a Gun
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King Tee |