Compton's Lynchin (Album Version)歌词
作词 : A. Manuel/T. Allen/J. Watson/A. Tyler
作曲 : A. Manuel/T. Allen/J. Watson/A. Tyler
Compton's lynchin', mother****ers with a left hook
So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook
As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark
I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks
So get a puff of the bomb ass Compton shit
And watch the A double M pop in a second clip
And when I'm all finished unloading
I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start exploding
So punk get your shit in gear
Say your prayers, your scared, as Mike brings up the rear
Now your caught in a trap and you can't escape
Made a bad mistake cause you dissed the Eiht
You broke the penalty, punk start paying
And your short, shorter then short, know what I'm saying?
So step back sorry clown, you ain't hittin'
You gets no juice, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Fools gang way, no time to play pussy
Eiht is back to attack so don't push me
Don't try to play with my rhyme you can't stand this
I'm from Compton so I don't give a **** if you ban this
I got you trapped in a mother****in' straight coat
I guess you just can't talk with a clenched throat
So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes
Playing me close will mean your crossing Eiht's line
And that's not good for your health
Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with
The mother****in' power after hour
No air to breath, cause all the suckers we devour
So hang up your dreams of making snaps
You won't make a penny with your ****ed up raps
So step back or its your title I'm clinchin'
Punk ass fool, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Now wait a minute. Hey man
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Stop stop stop!
Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
Compton
Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
I guess I'll start dropping these fools
Cause they lyrics be like offending me
So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy
So make tracks or it's your ****ing hood I'll blow down
One-on-one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown
And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple
Pull the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple
No explanations on why I did it
When they ask, I tell 'em cause the punk bullshitted
So now I leave his homies in grief
I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef
And the Eiht ain't bullshitting G
I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me
So raise the **** up because the Eiht ain't trippin'
Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin'
And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension
Word em up G, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Stop stop stop stop!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
You give up? I see your sweating like crazy
Eiht'll stay cool, cause fool you tried to phase me
Your rhymes are washed up your beats are ****ed
Your just a victim punk you'll get stuck
By a brother with a evil vengeance
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this
And if your caught in the crossfire it's like that
I mean the shooting of lyrics or the damn gat
And geah, Eiht is back
Teaming up with the Mike on the sneak attack
So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix
As my DJ Mike T **** with the turntable tricks
So take flicks, cause your all on his dick
And it's making me sick as he start to do a trick
So raise the **** up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin'
Word em up G, Compton's lynchin'
Compton
Oh oh oh
Get your ass up
What's up, nigga? (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)
Compton
Shit
Punk ass nigga
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Surprise nigga
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Compton's in the house
Mother****er
Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
Compton (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)
作曲 : A. Manuel/T. Allen/J. Watson/A. Tyler
Compton's lynchin', mother****ers with a left hook
So turn the Eiht on 80 as I start to cook
As my name stays terror when you're caught in the dark
I punk bitches and kill off all scary marks
So get a puff of the bomb ass Compton shit
And watch the A double M pop in a second clip
And when I'm all finished unloading
I set the timer to 8 seconds, heads start exploding
So punk get your shit in gear
Say your prayers, your scared, as Mike brings up the rear
Now your caught in a trap and you can't escape
Made a bad mistake cause you dissed the Eiht
You broke the penalty, punk start paying
And your short, shorter then short, know what I'm saying?
So step back sorry clown, you ain't hittin'
You gets no juice, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Fools gang way, no time to play pussy
Eiht is back to attack so don't push me
Don't try to play with my rhyme you can't stand this
I'm from Compton so I don't give a **** if you ban this
I got you trapped in a mother****in' straight coat
I guess you just can't talk with a clenched throat
So punk don't try to bargain with your rhymes
Playing me close will mean your crossing Eiht's line
And that's not good for your health
Cause when it comes to Eiht and Mike, you'll get dealt with
The mother****in' power after hour
No air to breath, cause all the suckers we devour
So hang up your dreams of making snaps
You won't make a penny with your ****ed up raps
So step back or its your title I'm clinchin'
Punk ass fool, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Now wait a minute. Hey man
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Stop stop stop!
Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
Compton
Now I'm lynchin' muther****ers
I guess I'll start dropping these fools
Cause they lyrics be like offending me
So you can say that Eiht's your worst enemy
So make tracks or it's your ****ing hood I'll blow down
One-on-one in the Compton streets we'll have a showdown
And when it comes to Eiht, it's quite simple
Pull the trigger, bullet smacks dead in your temple
No explanations on why I did it
When they ask, I tell 'em cause the punk bullshitted
So now I leave his homies in grief
I can't just stand here and trip off a sucker who got beef
And the Eiht ain't bullshitting G
I got to kill off the sucker before the sucker gets me
So raise the **** up because the Eiht ain't trippin'
Before I let a sucker slide, he's already slippin'
And what's left is a sucker caught up in suspension
Word em up G, cause Compton's lynchin'
Compton
No, please don't!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Stop stop stop stop!
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
You give up? I see your sweating like crazy
Eiht'll stay cool, cause fool you tried to phase me
Your rhymes are washed up your beats are ****ed
Your just a victim punk you'll get stuck
By a brother with a evil vengeance
And when I say Eiht kills, boy I meant this
And if your caught in the crossfire it's like that
I mean the shooting of lyrics or the damn gat
And geah, Eiht is back
Teaming up with the Mike on the sneak attack
So be prepared to get gaffled in the mix
As my DJ Mike T **** with the turntable tricks
So take flicks, cause your all on his dick
And it's making me sick as he start to do a trick
So raise the **** up, it's pieces of your brain that I'm pinchin'
Word em up G, Compton's lynchin'
Compton
Oh oh oh
Get your ass up
What's up, nigga? (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)
Compton
Shit
Punk ass nigga
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Surprise nigga
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton
Compton's in the house
Mother****er
Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers
Compton's in the house (Mother****er)
Compton (Now I'm lynchin' mother****ers)
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