Yo, Eiht and Chill
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It's a rumour going around sayin
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Compton's Most Wanted ain't funky enough
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Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
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Personally, I don't know where the rumour got started
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They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
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But anyway, in the meantime
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Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
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Set the record straight
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[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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As I commence with the def dope strategy
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Of the lyrics I'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
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Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
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Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
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I presume that you fools wanna get some
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As the bass starts to boom I begin to get real dumb
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Downest is the Eiht from the C-p-t
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Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
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Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
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Stupid little punk, Eiht'll all-out bust
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Compton's Most W-a-n-t-e-d
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Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
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Hah! Eiht is only good for steady dumpin
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Geah, Unknown and Slip be like bumpin
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High, cause you're so fly - dud
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Kick back with the pack, and I get high off the bud'
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Cause I'm with that
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Yeah, Eiht, that was like funky
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I think that'll do the trick
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But Chill - you're next up to bat on this
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You with it?
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[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
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Yo, let's go, another star
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The p-a-r-t-n-e-r
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Of the E, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
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And the lyrics Eiht write be like pitchin
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Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
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I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
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I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
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Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
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Chill, will get ill, so get real
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Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
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The lyrics that I bust make you brag and boast
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How CMW rocks the fresh West Coast
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Eiht and Chill, two fresh Afro-Americans
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DJ Mike T is down with me ???
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3 The Hard Way is the way that it goes
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Just another dumb victim with a swoll' up nose
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Because I'm with that
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(Yeeaaah!)
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(Cool, I'm with it)--> The D.O.C.
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[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
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3rd verse, I'm here to cause a little shock
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Down to rock round the block while you're ridin my jock
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The coolest, geah, I got to play it cool
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Keep it calm, no alarm while I dis a fool
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Unlike a pumped-up there's no need for gettin hostile
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Get hip and take a sip of chicken bottle
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In other words, I could be drunk as a skunk
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And I still won't waste time to get up with a punk
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It's competition that makes me wanna push, push
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Grab a skee next to me, start to water her bush
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A battle against a roody-poo punk like that
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Will mean that the Eiht will have to peel your cap
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Chap, so wake up to pay attention to what I'm sayin
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Won't stop sprayin, won't stop slayin
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Won't give a break to a fool who's fake
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Want a challenge? You can come and challenge the Eiht
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Cause I'm with that
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(Get on it)
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(The music just turns me on)
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[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]
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I run you wreckless when I see that you are fake
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Leave you breathless, because I got the back of Eiht
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On the mike, I take care of business, I do my job
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Don't preprare, just beware when I'm ready to squab
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Make a note, program it in your memory bank
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Unlike a boat I won't sink, cause I'm rough as a tank
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Surprisin, realizin of who I am
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Compton's most wanted MC, and I don't give a damn
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Jokers think it's funky, no time for a fake
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Sucker punks try to steal the dope rhymes that I make
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My homeboy Mike T cuts like a savage
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And Unknown and Slip does damage
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So go ahead, and perpetrate like you're with it
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You'll be caught, you'll be fought, you'll be stalked in a minute
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Geah Chill
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That's how we handle that business
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Butterin em up, this boy
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(Geah, I'm with it)
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I'm Wit Dat
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| Compton's Most Wanted |
