It's A Com

Yo, eiht and chill
It's a rumour going around sayin
Compton's most wanted ain't funky enough
Like we can't cut it, or somethin like that
Personally, i don't know where the rumour got started
They must be waitin for the album to drop or somethin
But anyway, in the meantime
Eiht, you're the first one up on this demo
Set the record straight

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
As i commence with the def dope strategy
Of the lyrics i'm bustin, suckers tend to get mad at me
Fill it to the limit at the top of my cup
Press your luck, lose a buck as you get tossed up
I presume that you fools wanna get some
As the bass starts to boom i begin to get real dumb
Downest is the eiht from the c-p-t
Floor a punk in a minute tryin to fuck with me
Or try to stick up, so watch me kick up a little dust
Stupid little punk, eiht'll all-out bust
Compton's most w-a-n-t-e-d
Top choice, best, can't fade the rest
Hah! eiht is only good for steady dumpin
Geah, unknown and slip be like bumpin
High, cause you're so fly - dud
Kick back with the pack, and i get high off the bud'
Cause i'm with that

Yeah, eiht, that was like funky
I think that'll do the trick
But chill - you're next up to bat on this
You with it?

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
Yo, let's go, another star
The p-a-r-t-n-e-r
Of the e, the back-and-forth, the mic-switchin
And the lyrics eiht write be like pitchin
Rough, cause the rhythm makes your goosebumps pump
I could drop you in a minute, so shut up, chump
I'm down for doin, won't be called no punk
Rag a pack, crackerjack, hit the endo blunt
Chill, will get ill, so get real
Still, let me kill, and you can pay up the bill
The lyrics that i bust make you brag and boast
How cmw rocks the fresh west coast
Eiht and chill, two fresh afro-americans
Dj mike t is down with me ???
3 the hard way is the way that it goes
Just another dumb victim with a swoll' up nose
Because i'm with that

(yeeaaah!)
(cool, i'm with it) --> the d.o.c.

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
3rd verse, i'm here to cause a little shock
Down to rock round the block while you're ridin my jock
The coolest, geah, i got to play it cool
Keep it calm, no alarm while i dis a fool
Unlike a pumped-up there's no need for gettin hostile
Get hip and take a sip of chicken bottle
In other words, i could be drunk as a skunk
And i still won't waste time to get up with a punk
It's competition that makes me wanna push, push
Grab a skee next to me, start to water her bush
A battle against a roody-poo punk like that
Will mean that the eiht will have to peel your cap
Chap, so wake up to pay attention to what i'm sayin
Won't stop sprayin, won't stop slayin
Won't give a break to a fool who's fake
Want a challenge? you can come and challenge the eiht
Cause i'm with that

(get on it)
(the music just turns me on)

[ verse 4: tha chill ]
I run you wreckless when i see that you are fake
Leave you breathless, because i got the back of eiht
On the mike, i take care of business, i do my job
Don't preprare, just beware when i'm ready to squab
Make a note, program it in your memory bank
Unlike a boat i won't sink, cause i'm rough as a tank
Surprisin, realizin of who i am
Compton's most wanted mc, and i don't give a damn
Jokers think it's funky, no time for a fake
Sucker punks try to steal the dope rhymes that i make
My homeboy mike t cuts like a savage
And unknown and slip does damage
So go ahead, and perpetrate like you're with it
You'll be caught, you'll be fought, you'll be stalked in a minute

Geah chill
That's how we handle that business
Butterin em up, this boy
(geah, i'm with it)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Don't nobody move, look at the westside rulin
Never hot on the spot, cause eiht keeps coolin
Doin my part, company charts, keepin it smart
Cause i give it my heart
Hard to understand why the fools keep trippin
Ladies on my jock, cause they want me to take a dip in
The ocean, geah, i cause commotion
Cancel your promotion, rub my lyrics in a potion
You laugh and it's good to be a teacher
To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker
Compton is the city, you want us to description
Eiht and chill puttin suckers in a painfull position
So back up, slack up, before i just tack up
Any soft new jack, i just rack up
Throwin up the 'w' as i bail
Eiht is down as fuck - no, hard as hell
I give up nothin

[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
I caught you, give up the confession
Eiht'll put your ass in a state of depression
You're kinda angry cause you're jocked by none
Try to voice your opinion, get smoked by the gun
Conflict you pick, you dick
Your strategy apalls with a subordinate clog
Despite the fact that i'm a criminal
Deliver the wild cause i'm the pinnacle
Just like a hologram to find out that you're hollow
Mc eiht is the leader you follow
Rhymes that flow, i never practice
Pray for help, but you suckers try to whack this
I stake my claim in the lyrics of humanity
Put me on a stand and i'm claimin insanity
The boy brutalize another soft-ass punk
Need to calm my being nervous, so i hit the blunt
I give up nothin

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
I gotta get you hot in the last verse
Complication of styles that are bust, it gets worse
Eiht, the rider, the partner, the back-up
Yo slip, blow the beat, so we can stack-up
Suckers on the tip with a fool attitude
Slow your roll, don't make me get rude
Cause if i get rude, i proceed to start jackin
Never sweatin it, i'm known for packin
I see you're kinda nervous cause i'm representin compton
What do you want, before i start stompin
Take a sec, so you can witness the sound
Never half-step in my path, because yo, i am down
I'm more than a mc, a assassin
In other words, eiht is a black charles manson
Waxin up suckers with the lyrics of one breath
Kill em off till there's no one left
I give up nothin

(chorus: scratched by dj unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, wanna front; wanna jack

On a day at the spot where the homies be chillin
Gossiping about the latest compton killin
Brothers is deep, and no time to sleep
The boys on the tip, and they trying to creep
Had a g-ride, so i suggest that we punch it
Grover was driving, and doing about a hundred
Hit a corner on the plata. checked the spot
Seen the p.d. lights. down the spot was hot
Ed dog was cuffin'. threw in the back
Chiste and lil' rock jacked for selling that crack
E, man, hit the fence. yelled out, "see you later!"
Shark then pulled out the big blue blazer
Dookie and boo didn't know what to do
Jumped in the car with d.t, bumpin' cmw
Hit a u around the corner. did it work? i wonder
C.p.d. on my ass, and they burnin' rubber
Didn't want to be like brother and fly: locked up
So i downed the bird that was still in my cup
Parked the g-ride, and i started to bail
'cause my trip was to home, not the county jail
Police swooped. by the time the boys was near me
Go go fled 'cause the homie was kind of leary
I wasn't sweating shit, 'cause they had nothing on me
Bam looked bag. they were named. now his pony
They peeped out the pager. said, "how much did it cost?
By the way mc eiht, where's the dope you toss?"
(eight): "me sell dope? um sir. i'm a rap singer
Won't go down like the compton gang banger."
They ran a warrant check. i must have had good luck
But the homie who ran. mmmm
One time gaffled him up

(chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep still boy. no need for static.

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!

(verse 2):
Had a show to do on a thursday night
Me, chill, slip, and tom rolling in big white
Loaded as fuck, bumping "the cactus."
I hope the stoney boys don't try to jack us
Gas tank was loaded, and so was the e
Kind of buzzed of the sack of the good e.t.
Chill was bustin' raps about the good ol' days
Switching to another form about how he get paid
Just then the boys came behind the truck
Tom looked out and said, "what the fuck?!?!"
A motor cycle cop riding hard on the tip
Had to clown his ass once. n' said, "this ain't no c.h.i.p.s!"
Homie had a warrant for a d.u.i.
And in my pocket was a fat sack of chocolate thai
Damn! (damn)
Now it's time to get nervous
Starey clown caught back em
And they was fixing to serve us
Dumb dumb walked up and started asking for names
They he peeped me out and asked what's the gang i claim
The fact that i'm black is the reason you jack me
I've got to gang bang 'cause of the hat and khaki's
If i was in the hood, the dummy wouldn't have found me
He said, "shut the fuck up 'fore you're headed for the county!"
He was already late. the fools had they nerves
To have us sitting contest on the edge of the curb
Twas showt, shorter that showt. what can i say?
"keep on talking. go ahead. make my day
He started to acting tough n' chill thought he was bluffin
But in a second or two, the boys started the cuffin
Bud in our pockets. brew in our cups
No time for explanations. one time gaffled us up

(chorus 3x: scratched by dj unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
For when? for what?
I ain't guilty!

Get your ass in the car.
You're coming with us!

Word
Bet
This beat is like funky
Youknowmsayin?
Who put this beat together, man?
Yo, that's the dj unknown
What, unknown?
Niggas didn't think he was capable of somethin
They don't we got somethin for it
Yeah, man, i wrote some funky lyrics to this
Alright, let's get busy...

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
It was a friday, and eiht was chillin like a criminal
Didn't know the time, so i peeped out the digital
Jumped in the hooptie, turned on the ignition
Had the slightest worth of gold, but still was on a mission
Down alondra, rollin kinda tough
Twisted up the chocolate thai, and i started to puff
Aroma smells better than a rose
Needed a shot of the bird, but the sto' was closed
Swooped to my girl house to see what was poppin
To let me know if the panties was droppin
Baby wanted snaps, twenties by the dozen
I guess the tramp thought that the e was buzzin
I couldn't fade it, why the hell should i jib?
Got the 20 sack of thai, and i'm here for the crib
I can't go out like that, that ain't my type
I hooked her up on my late night hype

Geah
Word
Hey man, i don't know what's up with baby, man
This broad is like real trippin
Hey yo, want me to run somethin, homeboy?
Man, i guess, man
Baby thinkin she gon' gank
Ain't no sleepin
Run it down

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
I was coolin to let you know tha chill cools out
Explanation, chill'll tell you what it's about
At the pad, on the way to e's to get got
And i'm thinkin of a sorry clown we should jack
10:30 is the time i start bailin
"chill from c.m.w.", the girlies yellin
Pay no attention, all they wanna do is bone ya
Stepped back off the curb, came e around the corner
Music was thumpin, heads started bobbin
Swoopin through compton like batman and robin
E is kinda late, what's the plan for the evening?
(let's roll till we find a pack of girls that's skeezin)
Skeezin? i play the game like a sport
Yo e, roll out, let me hit the newport
Boys from compton (geah, right)
And we hooked you up on that late night hype

Too fresh
Eiht and chill is back with a funky track
Yeah, you know that
Hey, i got a 100 to spend
What's up on some hen?
Yo, man, i'm with that
Let's roll down compton boulevard
I know there's stores, they open like, late night
Wanna step?

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
2 a.m. on the 91 freeway, lookin spooky
Headed to this girl house to get my dookie
Stopped at the station to fill up the tank
4 niggas rollin, i better watch out for the gank
Move, it was smooth, one of the fools jumped out
Started poppin all this ying-yang from his mouth
I said, "look, my name is eiht, and i'm your local town rapper"
He said ("so what? i'm your local town jacker")
Right then i knew i couldn't reason with the chap
So the thought came (e, peel his cap)
I reached under the seat, the sucker got brave
* shots * (sucker) the punk was sprayed
Checked out myself, everything was cool
Damn, had to lay to rest a crazy fool
Geah, don't try to play, cause yo, that ain't my type
And you'll get hip to my late night hype

Damn, suckers on my tip
Man, homeboy just didn't know
So we got to peel
Youknowmsayin, e?
Man, chill, these suckers got to know ain't no sleepin
Homeboy, you know we know what's up
And that's on that
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, let's kick it
I'm with it

[ verse 4: tha chill ]
On a night when things was goin kinda slow
Me and e takin to the head a cold 4-0
I was buzzin and clownin a skee' that was short
Right then eiht passed me the smoke
Chillin much hard, and the phone start ringin
I was buzzin and it looked like the house was swingin
I couldn't fake it, barely made it to the door
I hit a corner, claimed my spot on the floor
Suddenly i smelled perfume that was lit
Opened my eyes, and i had to take a hit
Knock-knock-knock on the door, somebody's trippin
It was my girl, e said (hit the bud' and stop sippin)
She kept riffin, i said, "shut the trap
You're pissin me off, you keep it up, and i slap"
She said, "no", i said, "geah, fool, take a hike
I got no time for your late night hype"

Hey man
Check this out
It's like these girls, man
They just comin to the house like 3 o'clock in the mornin, man
I can't even deal
Man, that ain't nothin
I had this girl last night over my house trippin
Bangin on my door all night
Moms was goin off
Youknowmsayin?
Hey man, i be trippin off these girls i hear
Tryin to say they down with the e, knowmsayin?
But they can like save the drama for they mama
Hey, they keep trippin with me, i'ma have to whip
You know me
Put the whip down on em suckers, huh?

[ 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 shit from a chump
Niggas 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-ass 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 muthafuckas 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 nigga 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 suckers
Down with e, killin rookie muthafuckas
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-ass fool that'll step up)
So follow me into the zone they call panic
Hubs by the dub, but suckers act frantic
Niggas rollin hard, number one on the pop
Crazy brothers goin out all for the gangbang, stop
Compton is thumpin, suckers we stompin
Rhymes on hit, but they still talk shit
I gives a fuck 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-ass music out there?)
(compton's most wanted, punk, rollin four deep)
(who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
(eiht'll get crazy, kill like the terminator)
(who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
(boy, hold up, tha chill's on the stage)
(who's playing all that damn loud-ass music out there?)
(i plays the drums, the sp-1200)
(eiht is back again with power after hour)
(tha chill is ready, so pass 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 fuckin neck
People understand what i'm sayin
Talk more shit, i'm on hit, keep the fools all payin
Niggas make the scale when they bail
Police punks talk shit, but you still get out of jail
Eiht represents the place with the bass
The beat you won't beat, you're just a disgrace
Try to be casual, but that shit 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 muthafucka, 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
Suckers better watch out, chill's here to scrap
As i say it everytime in my muthafuckin 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 kill
I can't stop because the city i'm from
I get too fucked up, and kick the ass of a bum
So if you got static, punk keep frontin
Yo e, they know where the fuck we from...
Yo, this is compton

You sorry-ass muthafuckas can't deal
Especially you sucker-ass d-v-3 muthafuckas
Geah
Y'all muthafuckas is too crazy
If y'all think y'all can hang with compton's muthafuckin most wanted
In effect
Youknowmsayin
For '89 straight to the 9-0, fool

Sucker-ass niggas
Can't fade us
C.m.w.
Punk-ass perm-wearin pussies
Ha-ha-ha

Yeah i like that shit
Faggot-ass
Shit, i'm about pissed off, man
Hey ant, let's get the fuck out of here