The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone Got to the station about a quarter of nineĬall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseĬaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
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He used to have a house car and golden ringsīut the cooky cooky crack took all those things He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker Straight out the box from the gangsta category Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) He shot, I shot As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the boxīut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksĪ dice game started so I said what the fuk Stick my head out the window and I say what's up Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was itīoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it Never leave the pad without packing a gun
The money that I make so I can add to my richesįill my stash box and start rubbing my gatįeeling good as hell because my pockets are fatĪ hardcore villian cold roaming the streetsĪnd wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstoreĪnd if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW) 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster Wit my super duper group coming out to shootĮazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
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