Текст песни King Tee f Mixmaster Spade - Ruff Rhymes * Greatest Hits
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[ VERSE 1: King Tee ]They live on the street and they hustle for fameSome kill for a livin, some sling cocaineBecause it`s now a lifestyle and a full-time jobAnd if you live in Compton, it`s like at McCobbFrom block to block everybody`s badAnd if you don`t know where you`re at, then your life`s been hadCause they walk in the street with intentions to meetSome sappy lookin punk with Fila on his feetAnd if you try to act tough, well Mr. Tough, you`re throughCause everybody`s a family, if not, they`re a crewI`m here to give some advice advice (Run!)Cause if you`re ever in Compton, you better bring a gunYo, here come my homeboy Mixmaster SpadeMan, what`s up, man?Hey man, ain`t you from Compton, man?(Ah yeah)Alright man, tell em what`s up, manWhat you used to do[ VERSE 2: Mixmaster Spade ]I used to cut up the beat on the two turntablesNow I`m rappin on the mic, cause I`m willin and ableWhen I`m on the mic I take no slackAnd everytime that you see me I`m tearin a gatI got .380s and .22sYou messs with me, I`m gonna bust on youI got a .357 and a M-16They call me Master Spade, and Tee`s the KingNow Compton is the city where the homeboys stayRollin in a different car everydayCan`t roll too hard, gotta watch my backCause if I don`t, I just might get jackedNow Compton is a city of a lotta fun(Can`t walk down the street (Can`t walk down the streetCan`t walk down the stree without my gun)[ female voice ]Now you know this just don`t make no kinda sense[ VERSE 3: King Tee ]Now the next place is kinda risky if you`re walkin with your motherY`all can get shot if she wears the wrong colorThey`re all from the old school, nobody`s modernThe place I`m talkin `bout is the Nickerson GardensYou can get away with murder, cause they murdered the copsCause they said they tried to run a bumrush on WattsBut they took control, slingers walk real tallWhile real down gangbangers write their set on the wallIf I was you I wouldn`t visit here, it`s like hellAnd if you get robbed, who you gonna tell?I`m only here for advice advice (run!)And if you`re ever in Watts, you better bring a gun[ VERSE 4: King Tee ]Now you got a nice car with a brand-new paintinRag top convertable with all-gold DaytonsYou decide to take a ride down the Crenshaw stripYou stop at the Fat Burgers to feed your lipYou got your sounds bumpin, playin Zapp and VibeA skeezer comes your way, you say, "Let`s take a ride"So you`re cruisin Crenshaw with her, you`re goin to bailA brown Cutlass pulls up, they put a gauge to your headThey say, "(Get our your car) if you value your life(And leave your money) if you love your wife"Now you`re standin in the street lookin like you`re on crackAnd you say to yourself: I can`t believe I got jackedYou call the police because your car they stoleBut when you get in touch with them, they put you on holdYour car is gone, nothin could be doneSo next time you cruise Crenshaw, YOU BETTER BRING A GUN!Alright, I wanna thank Mixmaster Spade for comin out to rock with me(And Greg Mack) the Mack AttackAnd I also wanna thank J-Ro and Sweet Tooth for comin out rockin(And DJ [Name])And I wanna thank Scotty D, Cold-Crush ChrisAnd DJ Pooh, the Hip-Hop Gangster(When he say beat em up he don`t be bluffin)WordAnd oh yeah, I forgot somebodyUnknown!(Yo manWho blew up that McDonald`s on Central and Rosecrans, du?)