[*scratching*]
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"Let me clear my throat" (King Adrock)
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(MC Eiht)
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Geah
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Geah
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Some niggas may know and some may not
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How the muthafuck we do it
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Some niggas may know and some may not
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Compton all day, come on
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Some niggas may know and some may not
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Original Compton's Most
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Geah
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[MC Eiht]
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Y'all know this killer muthafucka from ah - way back
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Gun react, hit your chest in 8 seconds flat
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My mindstate is me against your spot and I'm heated
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Be the winner of the 10 pace, you screamin I cheated
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Sir Blast-a-Lot, hit your chestplate and it's burnin
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Pushin weight through your spot, all your money I'm earnin
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Hit the flo', the hot shells spit too fast
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Dr. No couldn't tell which way was the blast
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Money, cash (ching-ching) money, cash, hoes
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I be the cold nigga leavin your whole block froze
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You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend
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The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend
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Hate the thug muthafuckas, hate the gang
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The Compton hood niggas for life, we hoo-bang
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Get caught up, the lights went out, that's the good part
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Shoulda known, done fucked up from the start
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[CHORUS 2X: Tha Chill]
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Now some niggas may know, and some may not
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Been puttin it down for 12 straight
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Been through plenty headaches
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So give us a inch, we take the mile and keep runnin
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I'm sick of the homies askin when that real shit comin
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[Tha Chill]
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Wanna take a little trip, like war with us
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Kicked a little dust up, tryin to score with us
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What I can't understand while I just can't trust
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Like X Clan this shit is 'vanglorious'
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Make a nigga wanna reach out and touch these fools
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Rough these fools, like Manson 'bout to cuff these fools
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Say you're thuggin, crippin, bloodin, but your ass is pretendin
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Hollywoodin and I'm scopin all them corners you bendin
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You see them niggas you chill with is the ones that's gon' get ya
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And them hoes you creepin with is them ones that gon' stick ya
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In his side like a leak, then your ass is leakin
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Homie, how I found out? Boy, you know I ain't speakin
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Just consider yourself gone by the end of the night
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??Cause fools don't really own yo ass like a diamond bag pipe??
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Make a story out your ass like Walter Cronkite
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Million muthafuckas swingin off the shit that I write
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[CHORUS 2X: Tha Chill]
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Now some niggas may know, and some may not
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Been puttin it down for 12 straight
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Been through plenty headaches
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So give us a inch, we take the mile and keep runnin
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I'm sick of the homies askin when that real shit comin
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[Boom Bam]
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It's like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4
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The original CMW niggas is back up in the do'
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And I'm here to let you know that we're playin for keeps
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Don't be prayin up to God when we sprayin your peeps
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It's deep, yeah, Boom Bam had to wake up
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And realize the whole fuckin crew was about to break up
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But fuck that, why should we settle for less?
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Other niggas smokin chronic and you settle for stress?
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Now I don't know (know) if you heard (if you heard)
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About all the muthafuckin niggas we done served
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Words never slurred when I speak (when I speak)
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And bring the heat to clear you fools off your own street
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Now peep, I creep like a scorpion (like a scorpion)
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Boom Bam, but you can call me Kevorkian
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And I'm assisting you in death if you need me
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My appetite to kill, niggas feed me
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[CHORUS]
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[Tha Chill]
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CMW one time, come on
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CMW two times, come on
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Yeah
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For the real-ass niggas and niggettes
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Uknowmsayin
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[*scratching*]
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"Let me clear my throat" (King Adrock)
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Some May Know
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Compton's Most Wanted |