(feat. Big2daboy) 



"Let 'em in" 

"Johnson, you're different from the other colors in here" 

"You read books, play chess, write poetry" 

"But I don't believe you have any regret whatsoever for taking a man's life" 

"Man recognizes his mistakes is ready to seek God's forgiveness" 

"Yeah, I read your bible, warden" 

"And?" 



[Verse 1: MC Eiht] 

I was raised in compton, What the fuck, Cause? 

A nigga in the hood is always stuck 

I'm tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate 

But do it in dog mind-state 

It's 187 on whoever don't stop 

Throw away the strap right after the pop pop 

Then ride shotgun, Pass me the handgun 

I still yell out compton, Shoot and run 

2 is double the trouble 

Double up the work on game gon bubble 

Couple of loco's from the westside, Homes 

Dope in the coolo, Hand on chromes 

One-time, Hoodrats, And beef wit the enemy 

Niggaz puffin so much, We smoke like a chimney 

Little b.g.'s mane, Givin us the scoop 

4 deep, Tryin to creep, Lights off in the coupe 

[There they go, There they go] 

We squash that in a jiffey 

Creep up and shoot in the car just like 50 

Click go empty, And it's back to the block 

Cause CPT boys so hard knock 

Lock up the work, Sell what it's worth 

From the days of way back, The days of my birth 

I'm so damn cold 

One blunt in my hand, My bitch in a chokehold 

The hood taught me lessons that can't be told 

Whatever you push out, I'll come back eightfold 

Sold out? Never, It's compton forever 

No one can do it better 

Geah, I doubt that 

When the guns come out, Y'all could go flat 

Now you could fuck all the chat and get a rat-a-tat-tat 

Pat down ya pockets like we did in high school 

You represent the hood, Always the first rule 

I been all around the globe 

Hop doggin for the hub like my name was kobe 

Sirens, Flashlights, stroll lights 

One-time, They never stop at a gunfight 

2 compton motherfuckers 



[Chorus 1: MC Eiht] 

Geah, G-g-g-geah 

It's 2 compton motherfuckers, 2 compton muh'fuckas 

Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga 

It's 2 compton motherfuckers 

G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton motherfuckers 



[Verse 2: MC Eiht] 

Strapped, Come out, Fall to ya knees 

A blunt get lit then you beg a nigga please 

One squeeze, I could silence the weeds 

Another victim how the story reads 

I needs no praise, Compton I was raised 

Just bump some of my shit bitch and just blaze 

Gimme a hit, Tilt, Yeah nigga what's crackin? 

Some play too big, Nigga what's the actin? 

I start callin out names 

And commence to rob yo ass like Jess James 

Me and Tha Chill backseat Boom Bam 

3 the hood way, So nigga god damn 

Slam, Dub dub dub 

Let the gangstas run it in the fuckin hub 

Wit a slug nose, a little penleton 

Gauranteed to shoot the club up right before it close 



[Chorus 2: MC Eiht] 

It's compton muh-fucka, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah 

It's compton muh-fucka, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah 

It's compton muh-fucka, Geah 

Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-fucka 

Gotta fuckin get it, Geah, G-g-g-geah 



[Verse 3: Big2daboy] 

I'm comin straight outta compton most wanted grimy nigga wit a attitude 

6 shots still standing, I'm well known for mashin fools 

I get in the blues with or without the true 

Bitches screws loose and I just use from outta ya shoes 

Busta, ya street punks ain't ready for Big 

2 D-A and MC Eiht, You're under dig 

2 compton muh'fucka from compton muh'fucka 

This to the westside these boys poppin muh'fucka 

Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue 

It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you 

Fuckers, When the guns come out, Y'all niggaz better run 

Cause i'm a soldier at war and this is where i'm from 

The land of the lost wit me, Gotta protect ya own 

And get hit wit the buck thangs, Homie 

Drive through dealin at the funeral home 

Call Adams or Palmer, ya dead and ya gone 

Muh'fucka 



[Chorus 3: MC Eiht] 

2 compton muh'fuckaz, Geah, G-g-g-geah 

It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz, G-g-g-geah 

G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'fuckaz, It's 2 compton muh'fuckaz 

Geah