[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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Modern society, get hip quick
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Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick
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Suckers like jockin for a large extent
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Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent
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Eiht, considered to be major and substandtial
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Put the damn mic down, boy, you can't handle
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The pressure, or the assumption that I am great
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Black psychologist known as Eiht
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Let me suggest that the black race made up rap
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And this black brother's here to clock them snaps
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Let me propose that I can be nothing nonetheless
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Yes, C.M.W. - funky fresh
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My main attempt on this final approach
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Is to get you to attend, but you can't, you whimp
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My wisdom, as you can tell, speaks for itself
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Try to compete, then I destroy your mental health
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Cause it's a Compton thang
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(Just the way you like it)
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[ VERSE 2: MC Eiht ]
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I speak in the language of the Compton streets
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Add profanity a bit to keep it discrete
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The title that I uphold, not rap feminine
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Hardcore, makin that top dollar dividend
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Peep this out, I may not state I have a message
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But down to kick butt of the fools that be geffin
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Eradicatin, takin nothin I got
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Prestige awarded, cause the Eiht keeps hot
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It's mandatory that I can rock your world with c
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Cause to me there is no world outside the C-p-t
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If I don't kick ya, or get with ya, cause I'ma stick ya
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Pop the chops too much, the Eiht'll hit ya
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So what you got? Come and show me your stuff
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Got a million more rhymes and I'm callin your bluff
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As it happens you fall into the zone that's insane
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Eiht, Chill, DJ Ant, it's a Compton thang
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(Just the way you like it)
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(Compton's in the house)
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[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
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Pick a number, cause when I call it, you'll be next
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Got to sla,y it's just the way I get my royalty checks
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Assumin that all has gone the way I planned it
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As I rock new jacks, they can't stand it
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Stable, and yes, I'm able to get harder
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So watch my tempo flow just like water
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I rush a statement address to the press
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You got to understand, my man, it's like fresh
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A black entrepreneur with a theory
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Suckers, open your ears, so you can hear me
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I got the need to obtain a position
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I keep my rhythm rollin, no intermission
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In order to cancel suckers who wanna diss
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That means I cancel suckers who don't exist
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But to inherit my title, they can't hang
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Or try to hang with my wanted gang
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Cause it's a Compton thang
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[ VERSE 4: MC Eiht ]
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It seems regular for my kick-back outcome
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To leave your crew in suspense, that's why you feel dumb
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Impossible, and yet unwise to disguise
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A surprise, won't you open your eyes
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Eiht plus Chill plus Ant equals terror
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Unknown and Slip is hip, look in the mirror
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The call for the wanted posse is demandin
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As I release rhymes so outstandin
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Don't stop at nothin, cause I got much heart
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Just do the E a favor, and punk, don't start
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Rhymes that I portion in order to make a point
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I write em up while I hit the joint
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I'm in effect, so let me show you how I rock
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And when I rock suckers quick better jock
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Give me peace, and suckers, stop all the ying-yang
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You fail to understand, it's a Compton thang
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This is for Compton
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And Compton is rollin
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Geah, number one
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C.M.W. in effect
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(Just the way you like it)
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It's a Compton Thang
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Compton's Most Wanted |