Mc Eiht - CPT MF'Z lyrics

"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 f**, Cuzz'? A n***a 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, Pa** 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 n***as 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 b**h 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 f** 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 motherf**ers [Chorus 1: MC Eiht] Geah, G-g-g-geah It's 2 compton motherf**ers, 2 compton muh'f**as Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, n***a It's 2 compton motherf**ers G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherf**ers [Verse 2: MC Eiht] Strapped, Come out, Fall to ya knees A blunt get lit then you beg a n***a 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 sh** b**h and just blaze Gimme a hit, Tilt, Yeah n***a what's crackin? Some play too big, n***a what's the actin? I start callin out names And commence to rob yo a** like Jess James Me and Tha Chill backseat Boom Bam 3 the hood way, So n***a god damn Slam, Dub dub dub Let the gangstas run it in the f**in 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-f**a, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-f**a, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah It's compton muh-f**a, Geah Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-f**a Gotta f**in get it, Geah, G-g-g-geah [Verse 3: Big2daboy] I'm comin straight outta compton most wanted grimy n***a wit a attitude 6 shots still standing, I'm well known for mashin fools I get in the blues with or without the true b**hes 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'f**a from compton muh'f**a This to the westside these boys poppin muh'f**a Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you f**ers, When the guns come out, Y'all n***as 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'f**a [Chorus 3: MC Eiht] 2 compton muh'f**az, Geah, G-g-g-geah It's 2 compton muh'f**az, G-g-g-geah G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'f**az, It's 2 compton muh'f**az Geah