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Cpt Mfz - текст песни



Cpt Mf'z


(feat. Big2daboy)



"Let 'em in"

"Johnson, you're different from the other colors in here"

"You read books, play chess, write poetry"

"But I don't believe you have any regret whatsoever for taking a man's life"

"Man recognizes his mistakes is ready to seek God's forgiveness"

"Yeah, I read your bible, warden"

"And?"



[Verse 1: MC Eiht]

I was raised in compton, What the fuck, Cause?

A nigga in the hood is always stuck

I'm tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate

But do it in dog mind-state

It's 187 on whoever don't stop

Throw away the strap right after the pop pop

Then ride shotgun, Pass me the handgun

I still yell out compton, Shoot and run

2 is double the trouble

Double up the work on game gon bubble

Couple of loco's from the westside, Homes

Dope in the coolo, Hand on chromes

One-time, Hoodrats, And beef wit the enemy

Niggaz puffin so much, We smoke like a chimney

Little b.g.'s mane, Givin us the scoop

4 deep, Tryin to creep, Lights off in the coupe

[There they go, There they go]

We squash that in a jiffey

Creep up and shoot in the car just like 50

Click go empty, And it's back to the block

Cause CPT boys so hard knock

Lock up the work, Sell what it's worth

From the days of way back, The days of my birth

I'm so damn cold

One blunt in my hand, My bitch in a chokehold

The hood taught me lessons that can't be told

Whatever you push out, I'll come back eightfold

Sold out? Never, It's compton forever

No one can do it better

Geah, I doubt that

When the guns come out, Y'all could go flat

Now you could fuck all the chat and get a rat-a-tat-tat

Pat down ya pockets like we did in high school

You represent the hood, Always the first rule

I been all around the globe

Hop doggin for the hub like my name was kobe

Sirens, Flashlights, stroll lights

One-time, They never stop at a gunfight

2 compton motherfuckers



[Chorus 1: MC Eiht]

Geah, G-g-g-geah

It's 2 compton motherfuckers, 2 compton muh'fuckas

Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga

It's 2 compton motherfuckers

G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherfuckers



[Verse 2: MC Eiht]

Strapped, Come out, Fall to ya knees

A blunt get lit then you beg a nigga please

One squeeze, I could silence the weeds

Another victim how the story reads

I needs no praise, Compton I was raised

Just bump some of my shit bitch and just blaze

Gimme a hit, Tilt, Yeah nigga what's crackin?

Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin?

I start callin out names

And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James

Me and Tha Chill backseat Boom Bam

3 the hood way, So nigga god damn

Slam, Dub dub dub

Let the gangstas run it in the fuckin hub

Wit a slug nose, a little penleton

Gauranteed to shoot the club up right before it close



[Chorus 2: MC Eiht]

It's compton muh-fucka, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah

It's compton muh-fucka, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah

It's compton muh-fucka, Geah

Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-fucka

Gotta fuckin get it, Geah, G-g-g-geah



[Verse 3: Big2daboy]

I'm comin straight outta compton most wanted grimy nigga wit a attitude

6 shots still standing, I'm well known for mashin fools

I get in the blues with or without the true

Bitches screws loose and I just use from outta ya shoes

Busta, ya street punks ain't ready for Big

2 D-A and MC Eiht, You're under dig

2 compton muh'fucka from compton muh'fucka

This to the westside these boys poppin muh'fucka

Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue

It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you

Fuckers, When the guns come out, Y'all niggaz better run

Cause i'm a soldier at war and this is where i'm from

The land of the lost wit me, Gotta protect ya own

And get hit wit the buck thangs, Homie

Drive through dealin at the funeral home

Call Adams or Palmer, ya dead and ya gone

Muh'fucka



[Chorus 3: MC Eiht]

2 compton muh'fuckaz, Geah, G-g-g-geah

It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz, G-g-g-geah

G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'fuckaz, It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz

Geah



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