King T
King T - 2 G's From Compton lyrics
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Say what Tell me somethin Where the gangstas at? Where the hustlers at? [ King T ] Now relax your mind cause all the drinks is free And get down with the sound of K-i-n-g And MC Ren, I bet you're like, ""Where them niggas been?"" The backstreets of Compton checkin ends Original residents, I'm off Caldwell and Kemp About a hoe short from a pimp With the gangsta walk limp I tossed up the hat by the Raiders Now I'm crocodile and alligator Tryin to get my paper, man, they say King T was ( ? ) The alcoholic funk from Tha Liks, bust this From Alondra to the top block of Central I'm known for crackin niggas' dental Loc, I'm like mental, my attitude starts to get mean Now Ren's ( ? ) with the King What we gon' sing? Some old gangsta spiritual theme Hell naw, lyrics gotta cling [ MC Ren ] Niggas be lovin em Compton niggas, put the West Coast on the map Now every bitch nigga and they mama tryin to rap Go check the Real Nigga tree from the CPT You got them Niggaz 4 Life and that muthafucka King T The Villain be down with the King like Joey Simmons Niggas in Compton'll make your ass see sparks like Robin Givens Or you can go for a ride in a trunk While I'm hangin with the King while he's sittin on a tow-truck My big dick still live in khakis since day one I got a gang of nigga shit, go and play one My nigga still Tha Coolest, now we makin pussies hot If you ain't from Compton, nigga gotta shake the spot Got a big fuckin pot for me to piss in Cause all the bomb shit a nigga make, hoes listen Nigga, fuck shows, I don't have to be seen You makin demos, I'ma make that cream [ CHORUS: both ] Watch the gangsta boogie, watch the hust