The Unknown DJ - This is Compton lyrics

[ VERSE 1: MC Eiht ] Fresh off the streets from the underground Nick-named MC Eiht, black brother gets down Came to dazzle with the hip-hop funk To let em know (This is Compton) Now what's up, punk Westside rulin all world cause I dump And the city that I'm from take no sh** from a chump n***as don't care if their enemy's beefin Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin You entered the criminal zone If you're just a little punk-a** fool, you should run on home Try to compare? Get real I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters Loced-out muthaf**as make the one time scatter Toe to toe, draw my mic and start dumpin It's the down MC Eiht, and fool, this is Compton (This is Compton) [ VERSE 2: Tha Chill ] Another crazy n***a from the city Chill's from the C-p-t, you got beef? What a pity I don't play, cause I slay all rap s**ers Down with E, k**in rookie muthaf**as Squabbin in the streets, with the left you fall Make a right on Alondra, see my name on the wall Not like the banger, but I bust up (Any punk-a** fool that'll step up) So follow me into the zone they call panic Hubs by the dub, but s**ers act frantic n***as rollin hard, number one on the pop Crazy brothers goin out all for the g**n, stop Compton is thumpin, s**ers we stompin Rhymes on hit, but they still talk sh** I gives a f** about a fool who's frontin They call me Tha Chill, and yo, this is Compton (This is Compton) (Say it louder) (Louder) (Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?) (Compton's Most Wanted, punk, rollin four deep) (Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?) (Eiht'll get crazy, k** like the Terminator) (Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?) (Boy, hold up, Tha Chill's on the stage) (Who's playing all that damn loud-a** music out there?) (I plays the drums, the SP-1200) (Eiht is back again with power after hour) (Tha Chill is ready, so pa** me the sack) [ VERSE 3: MC Eiht ] Compton is the city that I'm claimin Hardcore fact with the gat, to the punks I start gamin Devious, so what do you expect? I'm from the city on missions, and I pop your f**in neck People understand what I'm sayin Talk more sh**, I'm on hit, keep the fools all payin n***as make the scale when they bail Police punks talk sh**, but you still get out of jail Eiht represents the place with the ba** The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace Try to be casual, but that sh** won't work Get sweated in a minute, cause they down for the dirt Maximum capacity, the crowd just jumps For the rhythm that I give em, make the souls all pump Energetic, so don't forget it, yeah, the Eiht keeps pumpin And fool, this is Compton (This is Compton) (Commpton) [ VERSE 4: Tha Chill ] Punk muthaf**a, Tha Chill will destroy ya With the dope hub style for ya Bein that you're just another fan on the tip Get dropped by Eiht, Ant, Bam, and Slip s**ers better watch out, Chill's here to scrap As I say it everytime in my muthaf**in rap Just like a warzone got my territory marked You be slippin if you're caught in the dark (Sorry clown) Don't be slippin Don't go head up with Tha Chill Cause Chill can k** I can't stop because the city I'm from I get too f**ed up, and kick the a** of a bum So if you got static, punk keep frontin Yo E, they know where the f** we from... Yo, this is Compton You sorry-a** muthaf**as can't deal Especially you s**er-a** D-V-3 muthaf**as Geah Y'all muthaf**as is too crazy If y'all think y'all can hang with Compton's muthaf**in Most Wanted In effect Youknowmsayin For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool s**er-a** n***as Can't fade us C.M.W Punk-a** perm-wearin pussies Ha-ha-ha Yeah I like that sh** f*ggot-a** sh**, I'm about pissed off, man Hey Ant, let's get the f** out of here