Текст песни MC Eiht - Caution
MC Eiht - Caution слова песни
GyeahGyeahWe can take it to the streets with the crips and the bloodsThese real CPT G`s please show no loveComptonComptonin this bitchSomebody told meMc Eiht is back with that thug shitComptonCheck it out[ VERSE 1 ]My mindstate too late it`s been goneTryina take me out of the hood you`re dead wrongI hustle all day to the fuckin break of dawnSendin niggas` bodies to hell like sadamAppetite for destruction corruptionTo the highest degree my gat steady dumpinAlways into something you heard of meKiller for reala my nigga another tragedyPops in the clip and slips the automaticAnybody killer I gat it stay tattedFucks them high class I like em hoodrattedWhen the shells slide they panicNigga straight staticCatastrophe caught in monopoly you copyDefy you mock me you`re gettin sloppyI rolls through goes through such and suchThe angel of death meets you time to touchMind of a lunatic quick to handleSackin muthafuckas like I was john randallI blows out your spot like a candleI fucks you up muthafucka like I was rambo[ VERSE 2 ]Easy as it comes I can handle the dramaI bucks givin a fuck and high off marihuanaSendin your body through some muthafuckin traumaI can dump the damn body you can scream for mamaCommon sense you make your ass hit the fenceRun fast or catch the consequenceMy straight aim I got it with confidenceThe sticky situation I make it intenseThe instigator the muthafuckin regulatorThe quick to dump the shells in the ass of a infiltratorThe violator the muthafucka with heatLet me see if you can beat it from across the streetI`ma knock your damn noodles cos your talk is cheapI`m a rockabye nigga cos your ass asleepI`ma show you the way let these real G`s playStick and move with the working clock like sugar ray[ VERSE 3 ]Y`all know what the song and dance is get the flows upY`all know when the fuckin cash drawer your hands goes upClose up shop nigga the hood`s in townHand over the money and don`t make a soundDoomsday no parlay no politickinWe packs up with extra clips and steady dippinNiggas in black coats with black ninesDig into your body and catch the flatlineYour mama cry over your body at funeral timeGang related one-time reported the usual signsHot crimes killin who dropped dimesSmokin chronic reefer listen to gang rhymesY`all know the time it`s now the pow-wowThe big payback have a nigga lay downAnyway you bring it I want itGun-totin killin muthafucka from compton`s most wantedLifestyles of the ghetto foulMusic to driveby in my dash when I style100% gangsta steady servinMe and my homie Dub-C curb servinGyeah