Текст песни Tim Dog - Fuck Compton
Tim Dog - Fuck Compton слова песни
Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer`Cause Tim Dog is hereLet`s get down to the nitty grittyAnd talk about a bullshit cityTalking about niggaz from ComptonThey`re no comp and they truly ain`t stompingTim Dog a black man`s taskI`m so bad I`ll whip Superman`s assAll you suckers that rif on the West CoastI`ll dis and spray your ass like a roachYa think you`re cool wit your curls and your shadesI`ll roll thick and you`ll be yelling raidOne hard brother that lives in New YorkWhere brothers are hard and we don`t have to talkShut your mouth before we come out stompingHey, yo EazyFuck Compton(Why you dissing Eazy?)`Cause the boy ain`t shitChew him with tobacco, an` spit him in shitI crush Ice Cube, I`m cool wit Ice TBut NWA ain`t shit to meDre beating on Dee from Pump it UpStep to the Dog and get fucked upI`m simplistic, imperialistic, idealisticAnd I`m kicking ballisticsHaving that gang warWe want to know what you`re fighting forFighting over colors?All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckasBut you go on thinking you`re hardCome to New York and we`ll see who gets robbedTake your jeri curls, take your black hatsTake your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracksNow you`re mad and you`re thinking about stompingWell I`m from the South BronxFuck ComptonTim Dog and I`m the best from the EastAnd all this Compton shit must ceaseSo keep your eyes on the prize andDon`t jeopardize my arrive `cause that`s not wiseYou really think that you can rhymeWell come and get some of this loaded tech-nineBo bo bo shots are cold gunningAnd you`ll really be a hundred miles and runningYou wanna play go ride in a sleighI`m so large I fuck Michel le`In the bathroom we was boningYou shoulda heard how the bitch was moaningDo do do do dooo do do do do do do doShut the fuck up bitch, you can`t singYa sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you)I`m the man at hand to run the bandThat`s in commandYou know who the fuck I amTim Dog, what`s my muthafucking nameTim Dog, that`s my muthafucking gameSo whether you think that I`m just a mythThat riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth`The shift, the spliff, that`s in control, to holdTo fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fakeWooh! and I`m still greatFuck Compton