Fuck Compton lyrics

Artist  : Tim Dog 
Song : Fuck Compton



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Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and
cheer
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let's get down
to the nitty gritty
And talk about a bullshit
city
Talking about niggaz from
Compton
They're no comp and they truly ain't
stomping
Tim Dog a black man's task
I'm so
bad I'll whip Superman's ass
All you suckers
that rif on the West Coast
I'll dis and spray
your ass like a roach
Ya think you're cool wit
your curls and your shades
I'll roll thick and
you'll be yelling raid
One hard brother that
lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and
we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before
we come out stomping
Hey, yo Eazy
Fuck
Compton

(Why you dissing Eazy?)
'Cause
the boy ain't shit
Chew him with tobacco, an'
spit him in shit
I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool
wit Ice T
But NWA ain't shit to me
Dre
beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog
and get fucked up
I'm simplistic,
imperialistic, idealistic
And I'm kicking
ballistics
Having that gang war
We want to
know what you're fighting for
Fighting over
colors?
All that gang shit is for dumb
muthafuckas
But you go on thinking you're
hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets
robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black
hats
Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit
tracks
Now you're mad and you're thinking
about stomping
Well I'm from the South
Bronx
Fuck Compton

Tim Dog and I'm the
best from the East
And all this Compton shit
must cease
So keep your eyes on the prize
and
Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's
not wise
You really think that you can
rhyme
Well come and get some of this loaded
tech-nine
Bo bo bo shots are cold
gunning
And you'll really be a hundred miles
and running
You wanna play go ride in a
sleigh
I'm so large I fuck Michel le'
In
the bathroom we was boning
You shoulda heard
how the bitch was moaning
Do do do do dooo do
do do do do do do
Shut the fuck up bitch, you
can't sing
Ya sound like a kid playing on a
swing (Fuck you)
I'm the man at hand to run
the band
That's in command
You know who the
fuck I am
Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking
name
Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking
game
So whether you think that I'm just a
myth
That riff, the lift, the gift, the if,
the fifth'
The shift, the spliff, that's in
control, to hold
To fold, to bold and make an
ache and take and fake
Wooh! and I'm still
great

Fuck Compton