Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?
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(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
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Turn that shit down, man
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Don't you know I'm tryin to get some sleep here?
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(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
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Huh?
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What you say?
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I'll go upside your goddamn head, man
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If you don't put that goddamn music down, man
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(With the funky piano...) --> Chuck D
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Woman, call 911 to get these niggas off this goddamn street
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I got to sleep now
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(Compton's in the house)
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(Yeah)
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[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ]
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Yeah, killin off suckers, it's me
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You're stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC?
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I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheap
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Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep
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Gats that I'm packin, sucker better put it back
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I'm slappin dumb girls cause my rhymes on hit
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But on the smooth tip, kickin that butt
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Had too much St. Ides, and started throwin it up
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Super lyricist, yeah, cold in fact
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I'm sprayin all you faggot fake MC jacks
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Boy, I smack and rack and pack and stack
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To smash all the sucker MC's in a war-like attack
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So Chill (What's up?)
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Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck
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(Hey yo Eiht) What's up?
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(Boy, I think you said enough)
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Chill, I ain't said shit until I call a punk's bluff
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Put you on to punishment, Eiht is like your father
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Wanna beg? Sucker, don't bother
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Last-place MC's think you can handle this?
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(1-2-3) Sock em smooth through the canvas
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It's time to start pumpin, know what I'm sayin
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Yeah, I got the picture, I commence the sprayin
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[ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ]
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Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the stage
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C.M.W. is like a Hub City army brigade
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Give no slack to no plack or no punk new jack
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Get racked like that because your rhymes are wack
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So hit me with your best shot, and boy, you see
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How Tha Chill and the Eiht drop punk MC's
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But credit's never due to you suckers that be fakin it
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Call it a jack, but yo, I'm just takin it
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Your money, your gold, your fortune, and your fame
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So hang it up, because you got no game
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So just let up, I'm gettin fed up
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You're talkin trash, punk, just shut up
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Leave it to Tha Chill, yeah, I take care of business
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(That's bet, cause Eiht is the witness)
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A super hype mellow Compton cold chillin lyricist
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Like a scary movie suckers play fearin this
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In fact you're a pole caught in thick asphalt
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But diss my down posse, yo, I'm droppin the dogs
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So just chill as Tha Chill explains
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When it comes to gettin over I know all the game
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So suckers don't jock me like a backstreet junkie
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Cause C.M.W.'s cold runnin it, rhymes too funky
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C.M.W. - is that you, man?
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(Yeah!)
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Keep on playin that shit, man
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I like that shit, man
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Woman, cancel that 911 call
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They ain't comin anyway, this is Compton
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Man, that shit was gonna sound good in my T-Bird, man
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Rhymes Too Funky Pt. 1
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Compton's Most Wanted |