Cpt Mf'z Lyrics
| Song | Cpt Mf'z |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Affiliated |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MC Eiht | |
| (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 ****, 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 **** 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 mother****ers | |
| [Chorus 1: MC Eiht] | |
| Geah, G-g-g-geah | |
| It's 2 compton mother****ers, 2 compton muh'****as | |
| Geah, G-g-g-geah, G-g-g-geah, Nigga | |
| It's 2 compton mother****ers | |
| G-g-geah, G-g-geah, 2 compton mother****ers | |
| [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 ****in 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-****a, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah | |
| It's compton muh-****a, Geah, It's compton, G-g-geah, G-g-g-geah | |
| It's compton muh-****a, Geah | |
| Want it gang, G-g-g-geah, It's compton muh-****a | |
| Gotta ****in 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'****a from compton muh'****a | |
| This to the westside these boys poppin muh'****a | |
| Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue | |
| It's real in the city, Little homies'll get you | |
| ****ers, 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'****a | |
| [Chorus 3: MC Eiht] | |
| 2 compton muh'****az, Geah, G-g-g-geah | |
| It's 2 compton muh'****az, G-g-g-geah | |
| G-g-geah, 2 compton muh'****az, It's 2 compton muh'****az | |
| Geah |
| zuo ci : MC Eiht | |
| 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 , Cause? | |
| A nigga in the hood is always stuck | |
| I' m tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate | |
| But do it in dog mindstate | |
| 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 | |
| Onetime, 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 all the chat and get a ratatattat | |
| 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 | |
| Onetime, They never stop at a gunfight | |
| 2 compton mother ers | |
| Chorus 1: MC Eiht | |
| Geah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s 2 compton mother ers, 2 compton muh' as | |
| Geah, Ggggeah, Ggggeah, Nigga | |
| It' s 2 compton mother ers | |
| Gggeah, Gggeah, 2 compton mother ers | |
| 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 in 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 a, Gggeah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s compton muh a, Geah, It' s compton, Gggeah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s compton muh a, Geah | |
| Want it gang, Ggggeah, It' s compton muh a | |
| Gotta in get it, Geah, Ggggeah | |
| 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 DA and MC Eiht, You' re under dig | |
| 2 compton muh' a from compton muh' a | |
| This to the westside these boys poppin muh' a | |
| Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue | |
| It' s real in the city, Little homies' ll get you | |
| ers, 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' a | |
| Chorus 3: MC Eiht | |
| 2 compton muh' az, Geah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s 2 compton muh' az, Ggggeah | |
| Gggeah, 2 compton muh' az, It' s 2 compton muh' az | |
| Geah |
| zuò cí : MC Eiht | |
| 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 , Cause? | |
| A nigga in the hood is always stuck | |
| I' m tryin ta chase dead prez like Larenz Tate | |
| But do it in dog mindstate | |
| 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 | |
| Onetime, 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 all the chat and get a ratatattat | |
| 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 | |
| Onetime, They never stop at a gunfight | |
| 2 compton mother ers | |
| Chorus 1: MC Eiht | |
| Geah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s 2 compton mother ers, 2 compton muh' as | |
| Geah, Ggggeah, Ggggeah, Nigga | |
| It' s 2 compton mother ers | |
| Gggeah, Gggeah, 2 compton mother ers | |
| 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 in 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 a, Gggeah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s compton muh a, Geah, It' s compton, Gggeah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s compton muh a, Geah | |
| Want it gang, Ggggeah, It' s compton muh a | |
| Gotta in get it, Geah, Ggggeah | |
| 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 DA and MC Eiht, You' re under dig | |
| 2 compton muh' a from compton muh' a | |
| This to the westside these boys poppin muh' a | |
| Like german pistols gon be rippin through ya tissue | |
| It' s real in the city, Little homies' ll get you | |
| ers, 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' a | |
| Chorus 3: MC Eiht | |
| 2 compton muh' az, Geah, Ggggeah | |
| It' s 2 compton muh' az, Ggggeah | |
| Gggeah, 2 compton muh' az, It' s 2 compton muh' az | |
| Geah |
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