The Unknown DJ - They Still Gafflin' lyrics

They Still Gafflin Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherf**in house Last year we came with the one times gaffled em up. y'knowutumsayin" Now the whole mutherf**in world know They still gaffling, this young black n***a So why in the f** should I sleep when they creep As I roll through the streets I see another raided house and Thats why the Eiht'll be out in 5000 And the fools won't give a chance to explain If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or g**n Yo those fools on my dick still trying to jack me I guess because I sport a hat and the khaki's And if my cars on hit then I'm a roller Bust a U, hit the sirens and pull me over Run a make on my plates, fool they legit Another day for this punk a** bullsh** I was lucky, I threw the blunt in my sock The first thing they say, who's got the gat who's got the rocks? I said please officer, I'm a rap singer Boy you from Compton you gots to be a banger Wheres your hood, whats your set, throw up your gang sign I takes my hands off the hood and says I ain't got time He's says park it fool times is wasting I said f** you, black leather glove slapped my face then I was pissed, it was rough, my hands was cuffed If I told them they stink they'd throw my a** in the clink So it was back to the curb and I sat All that time, fools didn't even find my strap But every day its the same sh** happening, yo Watch your back one times still gaffling, geah Geah, now they still on my dick Still all wrastling, gaffling and sh** Can't take no more off this one time sh**. Y'knowutumsayin? I'm ready to peel a mutherf**ers cap, y'knowutumsayin? Check this out Off to the kick it spot to make an end Early in the morning so my day can begin I seen the fool that tried to double cross me I beat the punk down smooth cause I'm the boss, E 2 n***as rolling, in hats, inside a cadillac We start to blaze up the mutherf**ing 20 sack We rolled the windows up to get that contact One times seen the smoke they pulled a smooth jack On top of that I was bumping big noise It was the f**ing CHP boys I didn't like those punk fools one bit Cause they be popping that KKK sh** So I kick back and played with the routine And told the grand dragon I was 17 Tell the police the truth then how the f** that sound? Cause if I told him the truth then I'd be county bound So I play with the routine, comma While he say, hand over the marijuana I said officer, you must be joking That was a cigarette I was smoking So I sat with my but to the ground And kept on thinking would the fool beat me down? They didn't find the gatt, it was a miracle But they still toed my mutherf**ing vehicle I might as well have packed a strap and Get rid of all these one times gafflin Geah, I'd like to send this out to all the mutherf**ing homies That be getting there a**es kicked by the one times, y'knowutumsayin? And all my mutherf**ing homeboys Thats in jail locked up over this punk a** sh** The one times be gaffling y'knowutumsayin? But they can't keep a brother like the MC Eiht down Me and my DJ Mike T is like out 5000