Текст песни Tim Dog - Fuck Compton

Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1991
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Tim Dog
Альбом: Ego Trip's Greatest Hip-Hop Singles 1991
Длительность: 04:05
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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
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