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[King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat"



[MC Eiht]

Geah

Geah



Some niggas may know and some may not



How the muthafuck we do it



Some niggas may know and some may not



Compton all day, come on



Some niggas may know and some may not



Original Compton's Most

Geah



[VERSE 1: MC Eiht]

Y'all know this killer muthafucka from ah - way back

Gun react, hit your chest in 8 seconds flat

My mindstate is me against your spot and I'm heated

Be the winner of the 10 pace, you screamin I cheated

Sir Blast-a-Lot, hit your chestplate and it's burnin

Pushin weight through your spot, all your money I'm earnin

Hit the flo', the hot shells spit too fast

Dr. No couldn't tell which way was the blast

Money, cash (ching-ching) money, cash, hoes

I be the cold nigga leavin your whole block froze

You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend

The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend

Hate the thug muthafuckas, hate the gang

Compton hood niggas for life, we hoo-bang

Get caught up, the lights went out, that's the good part

Shoulda known, done fucked up from the start



[CHORUS x2: Tha Chill]

Now some niggas may know, and some may not

Been puttin it down for 12 straight

Been through plenty headaches

So give us a inch, we take the mile and keep runnin

I'm sick of the homies askin when that real shit comin



[VERSE 2: Tha Chill]

Wanna take a little trip, like war with us

Kicked a little dust up, tryin to score with us

What I can't understand while I just can't trust

Like X Clan this shit is 'vanglorious'

Make a nigga wanna reach out and touch these fools

Rough these fools, like Manson 'bout to cuff these fools

Say you're thuggin, crippin, bloodin, but your ass is pretendin

Hollywoodin and I'm scopin all them corners you bendin

You see them niggas you chill with is the ones that's gon' get ya

And them hoes you creepin with is them ones that gon' stick ya

In his side like a leak, then your ass is leakin

Homie, how I found out? Boy, you know I ain't speakin

Just consider yourself gone by the end of the night

??Cause fools don't really own yo ass like a diamond bag pipe??

Make a story out your ass like Walter Cronkite

Million muthafuckas swingin off the shit that I write



[CHORUS]



[VERSE 3: Boom Bam]

It's like 1, 2, 3 and to the 4

The original CMW niggas is back up in the do'

And I'm here to let you know that we're playin for keeps

Don't be prayin up to God when we sprayin your peeps

It's deep, yeah, Boom Bam had to wake up

And realize the whole fuckin crew was about to break up

But fuck that, why should we settle for less?

Other niggas smokin chronic and you settle for stress?

Now I don't know (know) if you heard (if you heard)

About all the muthafuckin niggas we done served

Words never slurred when I speak (when I speak)

And bring the heat to clear you fools off your own street

Now peep, I creep like a scorpion (like a scorpion)

Boom Bam, but you can call me Kevorkian

And I'm assisting you in death if you need me

My appetite to kill, niggas feed me



[CHORUS]



[Tha Chill]

CMW one time, come on

CMW two times, come on

Yeah

For the real-ass niggas and niggettes

Uknowmsayin



[scratching]  

[King Adrock] "Let me clear my throat"