Straight Outta Compton

[MC Eiht] Geah C'mon Geah Straight outta Compton, crazy muthafucka named Eiht, fool (geah) From the gang called C-M-W When I'm called off, I got a sawed off (boom boom!) Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too boy, if you fuck with me One Time's gon' after come and get me Off your ass, that's how I'm goin' out (geah) With a gat (c'mon, uh!) Gots pointed at (geah) Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo (geah) Goin' out on a muthafucka like that With a strap, that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep you dancin' With a crime record like Charles Manson (c'mon) Tec-9 is my muthafuckin' tool Don't make me act the gangsta fool Cause me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe (that's right) Knockin' niggas out the hood daily Yo weekly, monthly, yearly Until them mark-ass fools see clearly That I'm down, it's the capital C-P-T Marks can't fuck with me! So when I'm in your neighbourhood, you better duck Cause Eiht Loc, is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm bustin' But when I come back, fool (c'mon) Geah you know it's Compton [King Tee] Straight outta Compton Another crazy-ass nigga Punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad muthafucka and you know this But these mark-ass niggas want show this But I don't give a fuck, I'mma make my snaps If not from the records to jack in and craps Like burglary, the definition is jackin' But when illegally armed it's called packin' I shoot a muthafucka in a minute Find a good piece of pussy, and go up in it So if you're at my show in the front row I'mma call you a bitch, or a dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows you slut, don't get close to A crazy muthafucker from the street Attitude legit because I'm tearin' up shit King Tee controls the automatic For any dumb muthafucker, who want static Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself Every time, I pull an A.K. off my shelf Security is maximum and that's the law K-I-N-G Tee and I'm raw See, cause I'm the muthafuckin' baller And double baller tossin' up the ??? Ah, that ain't a place without a clue And once their ass is in the scope, their ass is through Look, you might take it as nigga simple But a nigga like T is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton [Dre'sta] Straight outta Compton Another brother that'll smother your mother And make your bitch think I love her Dangerous Muthafucka raise in hell And if I ever get caught I make bail See I don't give a fuck nigga That's the problem I see a muthafuckin' cop I don't dodge him But I'm smart Lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass I smile To me it's kinda funny The attitude showin' nigga drivin' But don't know where the fuck he goin' just rollin' Lookin' for my lil' nigga Eazy I just blast, they never seize him Ruthless; never seen like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload And with the strap I blast, no hesitation You hear the screams of the one Who caught the last penetration Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jettin' But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin' But what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a fuck about a bitch? I ain't a sucker! This is the autobiography of the D And if you try to fuck with me You'll be taken, by a stupid-ass nigga that I'll smother Beggin' like a muthafucka Straight outta Compton