(Compton`s in the house)
[ Chill ]
You know what time it is
Youknowmsayin
O.G.`s in this shit
CMW back in yo ass one time
It`s part 2, bitch
You better bag yo hoe ass up and recognize real game in yo face
What
[ VERSE 1: Chill ]
Make a right on Alondra and see my name on the wall
Tha Chill MC, remember me, from the land of the small
Creepy crawlin, so I`m thuggin till my eyes shut tight
Scandalous shit that I see, so the scandalous shit that I write
I know the world got a ghetto, but see, I`m speakin on mine
One-time, rat bitches, greedy niggas on the grind
Hub City, boy, I love it, wouldn`t trade jack for it
Only half-employed, the other half ain`t bored
They credit-scamming, panhandling, lley-slanging, gangbanging
Hangin to get the chips, haters flappin they lips
Trip if I have to, hook and I know that I could
Hooked up, meet with every set, spread love through every hood
But there`s too many beefs to be callin some shots
Tryin to plug the [Name], Tragniews and Nutty Blocks
Niggas done died for they turf, doin life for they turf
Puttin work in, they close the curtain, the judges are adjourned
And it`s probably the same where y`ll at
Fools losin they whole life on both ends of the straps
I`m low key, still in the City and gon` keep it jumpin
Bitch, they call me Tha Chill, and yo, this is Compton
(Compton`s in the house)
(Compton`s in the house)
[ Boom Bam ]
This is Compton
(Compton`s in the house)
This is Compton
[ VERSE 2: Boom Bam ]
C-o-m-p-t-o-n
That`s where I`m from, my friend
That`s the place where all that gangsta shit started
Rest in peace to my dearly departed
Smoked in the line of duty, no mystery
Now you see why Compton`s makin history?
Heard you was dissin me, talkin about killin me
Shit, I don`t think you muthafuckas feelin me
We here to take the crown back
Cause most of you high profile suckers sound wack
In fact, you lackin the skills that`s needed
You must be too drunk or you must be too weeded
Enemies get defeated, and that`s a fact
Thousands of Westsider niggas got my back
So come strong, bring it on and catch a stompin
Muthafucka, this is Compton
(Compton`s in the house)
[ MC Eiht ]
Geah
Compton, nigga
Geah
Compton all day, come on
Geah
(Compton`s in the house)
[ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ]
Remember the days when I used to tote a deuce-five heater
Coppin the fat sacks of stress in Watts off Alameda
Young nigga from the hood, love the hood life, son
Compton - bail through, better bring a gun
My nigga Todd from the Park to nigga on cue
Battle ground was the ghetto down in Tragniew
Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
When the one-times hit the block, knuckleheads all scatter
Hittin the fence down the alley with a ass full of cavi
One house downtown that`d love to have me
With a swap meet up the block to get gear when I`m loc`in
Liqor sto` right next do` to get papers, we smokin
Fo` deep in a fo` do` bucket with fo` heats
Add fo` mo`, that`s 16 slugs sweepin your street
Who say Compton niggas can`t get no pussy and scratch?
When it`s a gang of fuckin cluckheads and a pack of hoodrats
This is Compton
[ *DJ Mike T scratches* ]
(The might Mike T is now..)
(Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep)
(Tha Chill is ready, so pass me the sack)
(Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep)
(Eiht is back again with power after hour)
(Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep)
(Slip plays the drums, the SP 1200)
(Compton`s Most Wanted, punk, rollin fo` deep)
(Compton`s)
(Compton`s in the house)
