troat Fool, come off the chain and bracelet I know it's wrong but face it A brother like me won't win the lottery Ain't no faking when it's time to bring
80's Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?) Chorus [Dr. Dre] If it was up
Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo' 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'
live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up They smile in
? shit bust, plus Pistol whipped, cover it up, use yo? bitch?s blush Mr. powder puff yo?, bark ain?t loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that?s mo? rah
in this muthafucka Geah, the most wanted muthafuckas in compton, y'know I'm sayin? And can't nobody can compare So niggas beware cause eihthype's runnin
we do it On the motherfuckin' West Coast with the gangsta shit Let 'em know how we doin' it, G. muthafuckin' nut What's up motherfuckers? It's G-Nut
Chorus 1: She's too street for T.V. And the streets know she keeps it true That she's a bad girl But if you can't keep it gangsta Then she's too street
Mercedes Benz wit the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin' men, ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's
't know why Tryin' to get a piece of that American Pie Do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-Proof It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's the formula
, what's up Wino? Uh, like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah, yeah, fuck it Fuck it, mad circle bitch
Straight off tha streets of Compton Dedicated and by most suckas, hated But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I really don't give a fuck
straight bumpin' Murder created by the streets of Compton And I get it from the underground poet I live it, I see it and I write it because I know it
Straight Outta Compton 100 Miles and Runnin' and our new shit The Greatests shit Niggaz 4 Life Let's check this shit out {Police street background} Give me my purse give it
it how I live it plus the flows real sick rock you leavin' I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathin' Give
back So now I bail in a wheelchair, no more stomping Raised in Compton Geah, y'know what I'm sayin'? MC Eiht and Compton's Most Wanted putting niggas
Compton (This is Compton) (Say it louder) (Louder) (Who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep) (Who's
Yeah, killin off suckers, it's me You're stupid tryin to take me for some punk MC? I'm here to tax dollars, raps not cheap Compton's Most Wanted, punk