yo, give it up [ CHORUS ] (Give it up, you give it up) (We wanna fuck you) (Give it up, you give it up) (Compton's Most Wanted) (Give it up, you give it up
Translation: Compton's Most Wanted. Give It Up.
So yo, give it up [CHORUS] (Give it up, you give it up) (We wanna fuck you) (Give it up, you give it up) (Compton's Most Wanted) (Give it up, you give it up
lyrics in a potion You laugh and it's good to be a teacher To be sweated by a sucker who's weaker Compton is the city, you want us to description Eiht
muthafucka, don't hate Compton's Most Wanted, MC Eiht Throw your sets up niggas like you dont give a damn Inglewood Mac-10 watch who's kane HOOK : x
of Aftermath It ain't gonna be nothin' after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap You can have it back So where's all the mad rappers at It's
troat Fool, come off the chain and bracelet I know it's wrong but face it A brother like me won't win the lottery Ain't no faking when it's time to bring
80's Callin men ladies; sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's okay, go with him Hailey (Da-da?) Chorus [Dr. Dre] If it was up
Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo' 50 Cent know I'm Compton's most wanted when I'
live my life on broke no mo' And most of these fools ain't shit but cutthroats They got the game fucked up, and want my thang fucked up They smile in
? shit bust, plus Pistol whipped, cover it up, use yo? bitch?s blush Mr. powder puff yo?, bark ain?t loud enough, huh I know chihuahuas that?s mo? rah
in this muthafucka Geah, the most wanted muthafuckas in compton, y'know I'm sayin? And can't nobody can compare So niggas beware cause eihthype's runnin
we do it On the motherfuckin' West Coast with the gangsta shit Let 'em know how we doin' it, G. muthafuckin' nut What's up motherfuckers? It's G-Nut
Chorus 1: She's too street for T.V. And the streets know she keeps it true That she's a bad girl But if you can't keep it gangsta Then she's too street
Mercedes Benz wit the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid 80's Callin' men, ladies, sorry Doc but I been crazy There's no way that you can save me It's
't know why Tryin' to get a piece of that American Pie Do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-Proof It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's the formula
, what's up Wino? Uh, like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here Are we out? Yeah, yeah, fuck it Fuck it, mad circle bitch
Straight off tha streets of Compton Dedicated and by most suckas, hated But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I really don't give a fuck
