Cowards In Compton lyrics

Artist  : Luke 
Song : Cowards In Compton



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Featuring Clayvosie JT Money

Intro:
Luke
UH! Yo fuck ass niggas
let me tell
y'all one thing right now I just don't give a
fuck!
I'ma let niggas just RIP y'all
motherfuckin' throwdown y'all
gay ass
motherfuckers! Snoop ass hoe ass dog ass
nigga!
Dre you ain't nothin' but my bitch I'ma
make you my bitch!
You look like you could suck
a nigga' dick hoe ass motherfucker!!

Verse
1: JT Money

I know niggas ain't tryin' to
diss comin' with that wack shit
Keep tryin' to
front, get your motherfuckin' back split
And
yo' ass kicked! Your shit is drastic!
Run up
on my nigga, get your punk ass blasted!
Real
niggas don't talk that gay shit
Talk about,
let another nigga suck ya dick
Only punks talk
like that
I won't even bust ya; I'll slap you
with my gat!
Frontin' like a gangsta, but
you's a faggot
See if you can act it, but you
can't back it
A nigga like me won't play wit'
ya
I'ma BUCK BUCK BUCK when I get ya!
Fuck
it, I'm Goin' All Out
Step on Death Row and
spray up ya house, nigga!
Dumb motherfucker
tryin' to talk bad
Fuck around, get a missile
launched in yo' ass
And for your homies
talkin' fly shit,
If we was locked up together
I'd have made 'em MY bitches!
'Cause I know
y'all pranksters
Y'all niggas still Fakin'
Like Gangsters! Fuck y'all!!

Verse 2:
Clayvosie

It's about time for me to tear
the roof off the motherfucker
I grab the gat
to make you fuck-niggas run for cover
You can
fool a groupie, but you can't fool a
gangsta
1985, you used to be a fuckin'
prankster
Down with (?) and the World Wreckin'
Cru
Turnin' off the lights and dressin' like
bitches too
Every nigga on Death Row must be a
joke
I put a level to the chair and watch you
niggas smoke
Real niggas don't follow punks
down here
I guess your nigga Snoopie Dogg must
be a queer
So who the fuck you gonna blast here
in Miami?
Fuck with me and I'll kill your whol'
family!
And I do mean hoe', you think I'm
playin', son?
I got my glock to your head, now
where you gonna run?
Before you diss my nigga
Luke, you better think twice
I'll pull a
trigger, nigga, and turn off your
life!

Luke:
Yeah, fuck-ass nigga, you
just don't know! A nigga know about
yo'
motherfuckin' ass with them "Turn Off the
Lights" days! Nigga,
when you was sittin' on
them album covers with the motherfuckin'
lip
gloss, and them sequins outfits on, nigga, I know
what a nigga want
you to do right now! Nigga,
you know what I want you to do for me
right
now? I want you to just, *music stops*
Take
off that g-string, ba-by,
'Cause you know you
look real cra-zy,
And you gon' be my hoe -
maybe -
I just don't like this nigga.
Yo,
Mike Fresh, let's just take these fuck-niggas'
beat!!
*The opening of the instrumental track
from "Fuck Wit Dre Day"*
Yeah, this is how we
do, we take fuck-niggas' beat!
Yo, better yet,
fuck that shit, my nigga, fuck that shit!
*The
record needle is dragged off*
Yo, my nigga,
bring the real shit in!
Get that ol' coochie
shit outta here!!
*The "Cowards" track comes
back on*

Verse 3: JT Money

Verse
two, motherfucker, I still hit you with the ill
shit
Fuck with my nigga and yo' ass'll get
killed quick
Pussy nigga, you ain't
shit!!
Did a whole album of other niggas
pullin' your dick
I'll wreck your whole
staff
Bust shots at they ass, you niggas can't
last!
So don't try to flip the script, money
grip
Got a tech on my hip, plus I'm in the
mood to trip
And I'll take your 4-4
Take a
walk down Death Row, them niggas get
Petrol
'Cause that shit ain't nothin' but
soft-town
Play bad, get knocked the fuck off,
clown
I'll be on the D.L. scopin'
Catch you
slippin', leave your motherfuckin' chest
open
That nigga changed gears like a
10-speed
Last album, that nigga was against
weed
Now he's mister Chronic-man
Get high,
nigga, try to play bionic man
Act like you
wanna be tough
And we gon' see who'll really
get fucked, ya fuck!!

Luke: Yeah, fuck-ass
nigga, lemme tell you somethin'! What you
gon'
be? You gon' be a real nigga or you gon'
be a flaunt, nigga? You gon'
be on weed, or
you ain't gon' be on weed? You gon' be a bruise
next
year! Aaight, what you gon' be on this
motherfuckin' year? Let me
tell you somethin'
'bout a nigga, right? All real niggas - I mean,
you
lookin' at a real nigga, nigga, now lemme
tell you somethin', have you
ever got head on
stage, then? I'll get head from yo' motherfuckin'
hoe
on stage! You let the bitch be in the
audience, 'cause I'ma take that
pussy! You a
pussy-ass, cock-ass nigga! Lemme tell you
somethin'!
Cowards in Compton get sprayed in
dank! Cowards in Compton get
sprayed in dank,
pussy!! Cowards in Compton get sprayed
in
motherfuckin' dank!! You hoe-ass nigga, you
my bitch, bitch!!
JT (in the manner of Dre):
HELL yeah!

Announcer (talking
rapidly):
Luke Records would like to
acknowledge that all references made in
the
previous work towards homosexuals is not
reflecting anti-homosexual
position on our
part. Our problem was just homosexuals by the
name of
Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg.