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)

(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!

(you was jealous, it's all your fault) --> milk dee
(what's up, punk?)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)
(got beef? what a pity)
(you was jealous, it's all your fault)

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter
Geah, your ass is out, eiht wrote a-
Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict
How you diss c.m.w, boy, you ain't said shit
Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero
Equipped to whip is eiht, unlike a zero
I gotta hitcha, or get witcha
Sit down, clown, i commence to paint a picture
Hm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing
Take you serious? i think about it while i'm blazing
Only then will my reaction show
How i chill and let my tempo flow
Too sorry is the name for your rap
No competition, dissin, boy, you need to be slapped
Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick
Oh yes, p.s., c.m.w., and you can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick

You can get my duck sick

You can get the duck sick

[ verse 2: tha chill ]
I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?
Makin demos on your tape deck tracks
You did a show, and i heard it was wack
You tossed our records, think i tossed right back
You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper
In better words, you go down like king cooper
So stop your little dissing, saying that i can't handle
I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle
Go head up punk, or sell out, i know you must've
Heard the word, new jack, i'm not a buster
Always down to bust a record, a party, know what i mean?
But unlike yourself, sucker, i do it for cream
So period, end of story, don't even bore
Me, tha chill mc, claim to gory
So that's it, the eiht and chill is the shit
(chill) word, and you can get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Yo, you can get my - duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Geah - get the duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Get the duck sick
Word up

You can get the duck sick

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Wait a minute, hold up, punk, i know you're kiddin
Sayin e can't hang, you're bullshittin
I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner
If fakin was a sin, you'd be a sinner
Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin
Fresh off the compton streets, so start runnin
You come across like a two-bit sucker
Tryin to compare with a hard mutphafucka
Punk, they call me eiht, so give me respect
I heard you did a show on your mom's tape deck
Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin to diss
A victim of a violent crime on the list
So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils
Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples
Conflict you pick, you're sick
You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the e's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Geah, you can get the e's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

School em

[ verse 4: tha chill ]
Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?
You sorry jack-ass (you punk whipper snapper)
Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin
On eiht and chill (geah, ain't no sleepin)
Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like aids
Hip-hop, c.m.w. gets paid
Always down to dunk the funk
Or clownin down a weak-ass punk
The beef you got, to chill, don't mean shit
Just a test i have to pass to show i'm on hit
And tha chill's on hit, legit
With the e i don't quit
I grab a chair and a whip
Like a lion, suckers i'm tamin
Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because i'm gamin
So watch me rip, cause you suckers is on a ego tip
Stupid suckers, yo you can get chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

What you say, e?
Get the duck sick

Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?
My man unknown want the duck sick, e
My man dj slip want the duck sick
Word em up, mike we be boomin on the boards want the duck sick
My deejays ant c and mike t want the duck sick

You guys are sick

[ verse 1: mc eiht ]
Modern society, get hip quick
Plus give me a breath, cause you're ridin my dick
Suckers like jockin for a large extent
Philosophy excused when it's time to get bent
Eiht, considered to be major and substandtial
Put the damn mic down, boy, you can't handle
The pressure, or the assumption that i am great
Black psychologist known as eiht
Let me suggest that the black race made up rap
And this black brother's here to clock them snaps
Let me propose that i can be nothing nonetheless
Yes, c.m.w. - funky fresh
My main attempt on this final approach
Is to get you to attend, but you can't, you whimp
My wisdom, as you can tell, speaks for itself
Try to compete, then i destroy your mental health
Cause it's a compton thang

(just the way you like it)

[ verse 2: mc eiht ]
I speak in the language of the compton streets
Add profanity a bit to keep it discrete
The title that i uphold, not rap feminine
Hardcore, makin that top dollar dividend
Peep this out, i may not state i have a message
But down to kick butt of the fools that be geffin
Eradicatin, takin nothin i got
Prestige awarded, cause the eiht keeps hot
It's mandatory that i can rock your world with c
Cause to me there is no world outside the c-p-t
If i don't kick ya, or get with ya, cause i'ma stick ya
Pop the chops too much, the eiht'll hit ya
So what you got? come and show me your stuff
Got a million more rhymes and i'm callin your bluff
As it happens you fall into the zone that's insane
Eiht, chill, dj ant, it's a compton thang

(just the way you like it)
(compton's in the house)

[ verse 3: mc eiht ]
Pick a number, cause when i call it, you'll be next
Got to sla,y it's just the way i get my royalty checks
Assumin that all has gone the way i planned it
As i rock new jacks, they can't stand it
Stable, and yes, i'm able to get harder
So watch my tempo flow just like water
I rush a statement address to the press
You got to understand, my man, it's like fresh
A black entrepreneur with a theory
Suckers, open your ears, so you can hear me
I got the need to obtain a position
I keep my rhythm rollin, no intermission
In order to cancel suckers who wanna diss
That means i cancel suckers who don't exist
But to inherit my title, they can't hang
Or try to hang with my wanted gang
Cause it's a compton thang

[ verse 4: mc eiht ]
It seems regular for my kick-back outcome
To leave your crew in suspense, that's why you feel dumb
Impossible, and yet unwise to disguise
A surprise, won't you open your eyes
Eiht plus chill plus ant equals terror
Unknown and slip is hip, look in the mirror
The call for the wanted posse is demandin
As i release rhymes so outstandin
Don't stop at nothin, cause i got much heart
Just do the e a favor, and punk, don't start
Rhymes that i portion in order to make a point
I write em up while i hit the joint
I'm in effect, so let me show you how i rock
And when i rock suckers quick better jock
Give me peace, and suckers, stop all the ying-yang
You fail to understand, it's a compton thang

This is for compton
And compton is rollin
Geah, number one
C.m.w. in effect

(just the way you like it)

[ 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