[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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Fresh off the streets from the underground
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Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down
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Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk
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To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk
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Westside rulin all world cause I dump
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And the city that I'm from take no shit from a chump
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Niggas don't care if their enemy's beefin
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Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin
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You entered the criminal zone
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If you're just a little punk-ass fool, you should run on home
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Try to compare? Get real
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I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal
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Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
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Loced-out muthafuckas make the one time scatter
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Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin
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It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton
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(This is Compton)
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[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
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Another crazy nigga from the city
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Chill's from the C-p-t, you got beef? What a pity
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I don't play, cause I slay all rap suckers
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Down with E, killin rookie muthafuckas
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Squabbin in the streets, with the left you fall
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Make a right on Alondra, see my name on the wall
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Not like the banger, but I bust up
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(Any punk-ass fool that'll step up)
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So follow me into the zone they call panic
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Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic
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Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop
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Crazy brothers goin out all for the gangbang, stop
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Compton is thumpin, suckers we stompin
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Rhymes on hit, but they still talk shit
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I gives a fuck about a fool who's frontin
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They call me Tha Chill, and yo, this is Compton
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(This is Compton)
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(Say it louder)
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(Louder)
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(Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
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(Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep)
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(Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
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(Eiht'll get crazy, kill like the Terminator)
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(Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
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(Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the stage)
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(Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
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(I plays the drums, the SP-1200)
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(Eiht is back again with power after hour)
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(Tha Chill is ready, so pass me the sack)
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[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
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Compton is the city that I'm claimin
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Hardcore fact with the gat, to the punks I start gamin
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Devious, so what do you expect?
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I'm from the city on missions, and I pop your fuckin neck
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People understand what I'm sayin
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Talk more shit, I'm on hit, keep the fools all payin
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Niggas make the scale when they bail
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Police punks talk shit, but you still get out of jail
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Eiht represents the place with the bass
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The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace
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Try to be casual, but that shit won't work
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Get sweated in a minute, cause they down for the dirt
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Maximum capacity, the crowd just jumps
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For the rhythm that I give em, make the souls all pump
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Energetic, so don't forget it, yeah, the Eiht keeps pumpin
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And fool, this is Compton
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(This is Compton)
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(Commpton)
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[ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ]
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Punk muthafucka, Tha Chill will destroy ya
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With the dope hub style for ya
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Bein that you're just another fan on the tip
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Get dropped by Eiht, Ant, Bam, and Slip
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Suckers better watch out, Chill's here to scrap
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As I say it everytime in my muthafuckin rap
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Just like a warzone got my territory marked
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You be slippin if you're caught in the dark
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(Sorry clown) Don't be slippin
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Don't go head up with Tha Chill
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Cause Chill can kill
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I can't stop because the city I'm from
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I get too fucked up, and kick the ass of a bum
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So if you got static, punk keep frontin
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Yo E, they know where the fuck we from...
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Yo, this is Compton
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You sorry-ass muthafuckas can't deal
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Especially you sucker-ass D-V-3 muthafuckas
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Geah
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Y'all muthafuckas is too crazy
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If y'all think y'all can hang with Compton's muthafuckin Most Wanted
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In effect
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Youknowmsayin
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For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool
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Sucker-ass niggas
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Can't fade us
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C.M.W.
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Punk-ass perm-wearin pussies
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Ha-ha-ha
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Yeah I like that shit
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Faggot-ass
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Shit, I'm about pissed off, man
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Hey Ant, let's get the fuck out of here
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This is Compton
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Compton's Most Wanted |