Song | Compton Street Lights |
Artist | Fo'Clips Eclipse |
Album | Just Be Thankful |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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[00:00.00] | So we gon’ trust these suckas ’til we gon’ buck these suckas |
[00:16.87] | Hit the forty kinda slowly, tuesday tipsy partner |
[00:19.12] | Keep my hand on my gun, miss runnin’ |
[00:21.09] | Enemy for life, do or die where I come from |
[00:23.64] | And I hit the streets at night pumped up |
[00:25.90] | ‘Cause brothers get killed and these streets pack pumps |
[00:28.25] | I gots to get my paper, therefore no slippin’ |
[00:30.30] | Catch you creepin’ restin’ in sixteen pieces |
[00:33.11] | Yeah, Fo’ Clips is rippin’ up thangs |
[00:35.27] | Dip a ‘llac, sippin’ ‘gnac while I’m dippin’ on them thangs |
[00:37.88] | Y’all know the spot, house nothin’ but gold and paper |
[00:40.13] | Many BGs in their Broughams already on Daytonas |
[00:42.99] | Now tell me, how does it feel to be jacked by a BG? |
[00:45.84] | Kinda quick like, kinda smoothly? |
[00:48.63] | On them ?? real *****s |
[00:50.93] | Don’t let me slip, this ain’t no joke |
[00:53.18] | These fools I’m jackin’ they helluva pros |
[00:54.67] | And who knows when I creep through the door with that .44? |
[00:57.41] | Can we buck suckers? Hell yeah |
[00:59.52] | Peep the shells as they bounce off that .44 barrell, I’m on a straight up come up |
[01:02.98] | Fake brothers get done up |
[01:04.14] | Not deservin’ of this paper that I’m takin’ when I run up, so feel the heat |
[01:07.74] | Of a young BG, ?? get burnt |
[01:09.99] | Gotta take your grip, that’s how my peoples learnt |
[01:12.55] | This how we ridin’, ‘cause we divided |
[01:14.29] | Bodies is fallin’ in the Compton street lights, y’all know what I’m talkin’ |
[01:17.64] | Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights |
[01:21.73] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[01:26.29] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[01:31.54] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[01:35.39] | My peoples is done in, what can I do? Nothin’ but fall in |
[01:38.24] | Need a strap, give a cluck, some yay, for a Mac-10 |
[01:40.93] | Hit the spot where it’s hot at |
[01:42.60] | Duckin’ bullets in they ass like my name was ?? |
[01:45.04] | We bailed in, make sure everything was all cool |
[01:47.39] | Grab the safe full of cash that’s how a BG roll |
[01:49.94] | Headed back to the Comp-town with fat knot now |
[01:52.70] | Kick moms down, kill ‘em creeps, they can’t stop me now |
[01:55.40] | Another BG ridin’ in the street light |
[01:57.56] | You get bucked, you get took in the street nights |
[01:59.81] | So pass the blunt for some good luck, ‘cause I’m all in |
[02:02.45] | Fifty G’s was the lick, just need that Mac-10 |
[02:04.80] | Moms stressin’, ain’t no need for fright |
[02:06.70] | ‘Cause your baby done made it through another night in the Compton street lights |
[02:09.97] | Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights |
[02:14.23] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[02:18.63] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[02:24.19] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[02:28.09] | You get shot on the block with no Glock that ain’t ****ed |
[02:30.80] | Where you from? East side! How you ride? Hoo-ride |
[02:33.00] | It ain’t no fakers in my crew so fool what you wanna do? |
[02:35.26] | I’ll fill your ass full of lead, ain’t no questions in this |
[02:37.72] | Grabbin’ everything green, grenades and M16s |
[02:40.13] | Can’t forget nothin’, grab the full diamond rings |
[02:42.53] | Hittin’ corners quick, that’s Emmitt Smith |
[02:44.48] | Can’t no fool hittin’ licks mess with this |
[02:46.80] | I’ll leave you straight in a chalk line, swept off your feet with this Tech-9 |
[02:50.41] | It’s cheque time, to the bank with this Tech-9 |
[02:52.76] | Can’t stand in no county line so with this nine |
[02:55.15] | I must get mine, I know the system ain’t worth it |
[02:57.98] | We strugglin’ to get rich |
[02:59.39] | I’m spittin’ with Fo’ Clips, give it up to this ghetto clip |
[03:01.99] | Fool don’t take it personal ‘cause I’m just hustlin’ |
[03:04.14] | Wouldn’t have to be this way if we wasn’t strugglin’ and I’m just lovin’ it |
[03:07.73] | So give it up to Fo’ Clips… |
[03:09.19] | Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights |
[03:11.79] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:16.54] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:21.90] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[03:26.13] | Bodies fallin’ in the Compton street lights |
[03:30.98] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:35.69] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:40.93] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
ti: Compton Street Lights | |
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[00:00.00] | So we gon' trust these suckas ' til we gon' buck these suckas |
[00:16.87] | Hit the forty kinda slowly, tuesday tipsy partner |
[00:19.12] | Keep my hand on my gun, miss runnin' |
[00:21.09] | Enemy for life, do or die where I come from |
[00:23.64] | And I hit the streets at night pumped up |
[00:25.90] | ' Cause brothers get killed and these streets pack pumps |
[00:28.25] | I gots to get my paper, therefore no slippin' |
[00:30.30] | Catch you creepin' restin' in sixteen pieces |
[00:33.11] | Yeah, Fo' Clips is rippin' up thangs |
[00:35.27] | Dip a ' llac, sippin' ' gnac while I' m dippin' on them thangs |
[00:37.88] | Y' all know the spot, house nothin' but gold and paper |
[00:40.13] | Many BGs in their Broughams already on Daytonas |
[00:42.99] | Now tell me, how does it feel to be jacked by a BG? |
[00:45.84] | Kinda quick like, kinda smoothly? |
[00:48.63] | On them ?? real s |
[00:50.93] | Don' t let me slip, this ain' t no joke |
[00:53.18] | These fools I' m jackin' they helluva pros |
[00:54.67] | And who knows when I creep through the door with that . 44? |
[00:57.41] | Can we buck suckers? Hell yeah |
[00:59.52] | Peep the shells as they bounce off that . 44 barrell, I' m on a straight up come up |
[01:02.98] | Fake brothers get done up |
[01:04.14] | Not deservin' of this paper that I' m takin' when I run up, so feel the heat |
[01:07.74] | Of a young BG, ?? get burnt |
[01:09.99] | Gotta take your grip, that' s how my peoples learnt |
[01:12.55] | This how we ridin', ' cause we divided |
[01:14.29] | Bodies is fallin' in the Compton street lights, y' all know what I' m talkin' |
[01:17.64] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[01:21.73] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[01:26.29] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[01:31.54] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[01:35.39] | My peoples is done in, what can I do? Nothin' but fall in |
[01:38.24] | Need a strap, give a cluck, some yay, for a Mac10 |
[01:40.93] | Hit the spot where it' s hot at |
[01:42.60] | Duckin' bullets in they ass like my name was ?? |
[01:45.04] | We bailed in, make sure everything was all cool |
[01:47.39] | Grab the safe full of cash that' s how a BG roll |
[01:49.94] | Headed back to the Comptown with fat knot now |
[01:52.70] | Kick moms down, kill ' em creeps, they can' t stop me now |
[01:55.40] | Another BG ridin' in the street light |
[01:57.56] | You get bucked, you get took in the street nights |
[01:59.81] | So pass the blunt for some good luck, ' cause I' m all in |
[02:02.45] | Fifty G' s was the lick, just need that Mac10 |
[02:04.80] | Moms stressin', ain' t no need for fright |
[02:06.70] | ' Cause your baby done made it through another night in the Compton street lights |
[02:09.97] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[02:14.23] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[02:18.63] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[02:24.19] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[02:28.09] | You get shot on the block with no Glock that ain' t ed |
[02:30.80] | Where you from? East side! How you ride? Hooride |
[02:33.00] | It ain' t no fakers in my crew so fool what you wanna do? |
[02:35.26] | I' ll fill your ass full of lead, ain' t no questions in this |
[02:37.72] | Grabbin' everything green, grenades and M16s |
[02:40.13] | Can' t forget nothin', grab the full diamond rings |
[02:42.53] | Hittin' corners quick, that' s Emmitt Smith |
[02:44.48] | Can' t no fool hittin' licks mess with this |
[02:46.80] | I' ll leave you straight in a chalk line, swept off your feet with this Tech9 |
[02:50.41] | It' s cheque time, to the bank with this Tech9 |
[02:52.76] | Can' t stand in no county line so with this nine |
[02:55.15] | I must get mine, I know the system ain' t worth it |
[02:57.98] | We strugglin' to get rich |
[02:59.39] | I' m spittin' with Fo' Clips, give it up to this ghetto clip |
[03:01.99] | Fool don' t take it personal ' cause I' m just hustlin' |
[03:04.14] | Wouldn' t have to be this way if we wasn' t strugglin' and I' m just lovin' it |
[03:07.73] | So give it up to Fo' Clips |
[03:09.19] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[03:11.79] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:16.54] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:21.90] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[03:26.13] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[03:30.98] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:35.69] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:40.93] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
ti: Compton Street Lights | |
ar: | |
al: | |
[00:00.00] | So we gon' trust these suckas ' til we gon' buck these suckas |
[00:16.87] | Hit the forty kinda slowly, tuesday tipsy partner |
[00:19.12] | Keep my hand on my gun, miss runnin' |
[00:21.09] | Enemy for life, do or die where I come from |
[00:23.64] | And I hit the streets at night pumped up |
[00:25.90] | ' Cause brothers get killed and these streets pack pumps |
[00:28.25] | I gots to get my paper, therefore no slippin' |
[00:30.30] | Catch you creepin' restin' in sixteen pieces |
[00:33.11] | Yeah, Fo' Clips is rippin' up thangs |
[00:35.27] | Dip a ' llac, sippin' ' gnac while I' m dippin' on them thangs |
[00:37.88] | Y' all know the spot, house nothin' but gold and paper |
[00:40.13] | Many BGs in their Broughams already on Daytonas |
[00:42.99] | Now tell me, how does it feel to be jacked by a BG? |
[00:45.84] | Kinda quick like, kinda smoothly? |
[00:48.63] | On them ?? real s |
[00:50.93] | Don' t let me slip, this ain' t no joke |
[00:53.18] | These fools I' m jackin' they helluva pros |
[00:54.67] | And who knows when I creep through the door with that . 44? |
[00:57.41] | Can we buck suckers? Hell yeah |
[00:59.52] | Peep the shells as they bounce off that . 44 barrell, I' m on a straight up come up |
[01:02.98] | Fake brothers get done up |
[01:04.14] | Not deservin' of this paper that I' m takin' when I run up, so feel the heat |
[01:07.74] | Of a young BG, ?? get burnt |
[01:09.99] | Gotta take your grip, that' s how my peoples learnt |
[01:12.55] | This how we ridin', ' cause we divided |
[01:14.29] | Bodies is fallin' in the Compton street lights, y' all know what I' m talkin' |
[01:17.64] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[01:21.73] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[01:26.29] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[01:31.54] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[01:35.39] | My peoples is done in, what can I do? Nothin' but fall in |
[01:38.24] | Need a strap, give a cluck, some yay, for a Mac10 |
[01:40.93] | Hit the spot where it' s hot at |
[01:42.60] | Duckin' bullets in they ass like my name was ?? |
[01:45.04] | We bailed in, make sure everything was all cool |
[01:47.39] | Grab the safe full of cash that' s how a BG roll |
[01:49.94] | Headed back to the Comptown with fat knot now |
[01:52.70] | Kick moms down, kill ' em creeps, they can' t stop me now |
[01:55.40] | Another BG ridin' in the street light |
[01:57.56] | You get bucked, you get took in the street nights |
[01:59.81] | So pass the blunt for some good luck, ' cause I' m all in |
[02:02.45] | Fifty G' s was the lick, just need that Mac10 |
[02:04.80] | Moms stressin', ain' t no need for fright |
[02:06.70] | ' Cause your baby done made it through another night in the Compton street lights |
[02:09.97] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[02:14.23] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[02:18.63] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[02:24.19] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[02:28.09] | You get shot on the block with no Glock that ain' t ed |
[02:30.80] | Where you from? East side! How you ride? Hooride |
[02:33.00] | It ain' t no fakers in my crew so fool what you wanna do? |
[02:35.26] | I' ll fill your ass full of lead, ain' t no questions in this |
[02:37.72] | Grabbin' everything green, grenades and M16s |
[02:40.13] | Can' t forget nothin', grab the full diamond rings |
[02:42.53] | Hittin' corners quick, that' s Emmitt Smith |
[02:44.48] | Can' t no fool hittin' licks mess with this |
[02:46.80] | I' ll leave you straight in a chalk line, swept off your feet with this Tech9 |
[02:50.41] | It' s cheque time, to the bank with this Tech9 |
[02:52.76] | Can' t stand in no county line so with this nine |
[02:55.15] | I must get mine, I know the system ain' t worth it |
[02:57.98] | We strugglin' to get rich |
[02:59.39] | I' m spittin' with Fo' Clips, give it up to this ghetto clip |
[03:01.99] | Fool don' t take it personal ' cause I' m just hustlin' |
[03:04.14] | Wouldn' t have to be this way if we wasn' t strugglin' and I' m just lovin' it |
[03:07.73] | So give it up to Fo' Clips |
[03:09.19] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[03:11.79] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:16.54] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:21.90] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |
[03:26.13] | Bodies fallin' in the Compton street lights |
[03:30.98] | Gotta get yours before you get got |
[03:35.69] | Feel no pity, in this Hub City |
[03:40.93] | Gotta get your money in the street lights |