[12 second intro to start]
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[DJ Quik]
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I grew up with haters right under the same roof
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Ain't never no food, but the whiskey is 80 proof
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Niggaz is shootin at me, and my sister called the police
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to tell 'em that my homies loaned me a piece
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Devil-worshippin neighbors, niggaz borrowin penicillin
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Rats and roaches is chillin, my sister makin a killin
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Sellin drugs to my other sisters and now I hope
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They break in her fuckin Buick and pinch on her dope
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I transferred out of Compton High School with a gun in my pants
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Ready for whatever comes and I'm prayin
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I ain't gotta be the one shot up in the hospital
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Simply because Compton never had one, fuck it
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I shot them niggaz and I moved to another town
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Gave the gun to Darryl and I had him go melt it down
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How many times did they call me a fag
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'Til they got stomped out and threatened with a 44 mag
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[Chorus]
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We gotta freak the freak the funk
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We gotta seize and squeeze the pump
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We gotta tease and beat these punks
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Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {BLAM}
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Give up the keys, get in the trunk
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And if he freeze, begin to dump
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We gotta smash and kick and stomp, blast a punk
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Get on your knees 'til Jesus comes {BLAM}
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[DJ Quik]
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Niggaz call me dumb but I'm smarter than your momma
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For lettin yo' daddy ejaculate in her and stickin her wit'cho drama
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Cause you ain't nuttin but a skanky welfare case
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Livin in scum Bum-o-Rama
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A shelf full of antibiotics and narcotics
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Dwellin in a house full of lazy psychotics
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Pissin and shittin on theyself and you too stupid to help
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Because you just a dumb nigga yourself
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Ain't that the kettle callin the pot round and hot? (Huh?)
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Ain't the reason you 'bout to be found bound and shot? (Huh?)
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You need to keep my name off your tongue, before they find you hung
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with a letter in your own handwriting motherfucker
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[Chorus: w/ "Get out your" instead of "Give up the"]
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[DJ Quik]
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How much liquor could I consume in one sitting?
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How many niggaz did I shake for bullshittin?
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I run any console, I'm an engineer
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And I drink imported beer while I'm lookin for the gear
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I'm a stylist, I'm not a porn star
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I know enough to where I can service my own car
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I ain't ignorin you stupid, I just be watchin my own rhythms
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and lovin how they fall, this music is different
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A new generation
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The beat is so fancy, look at my presentation
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It's not 16, it's 12, makin a scene as well
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Watchin my green and mail, how could I fail?
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How could I fail?
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[Chorus: w/ "drawn down and buck" instead of "begin to dump"]
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Til Jesus Comes
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| DJ Quik |
