They Still Gafflin’ lyrics

They Still Gafflin
Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherf*ckin house
Last year we came with the one times gaffled em up. y'knowutumsayin"
Now the whole mutherf*ckin world know

They still gaffling, this young black n*gga
So why in the f*ck should I sleep when they creep
As I roll through the streets I see another raided house and
Thats why the Eiht'll be out in 5000
And the fools won't give a chance to explain
If you're from Compton, you either sell dope or gangbang
Yo those fools on my di*k still trying to jack me
I guess because I sport a hat and the khaki's
And if my cars on hit then I'm a roller
Bust a U, hit the sirens and pull me over
Run a make on my plates, fool they legit
Another day for this punk ass bullsh*t
I was lucky, I threw the blunt in my sock
The first thing they say, who's got the gat who's got the rocks?
I said please officer, I'm a rap singer
Boy you from Compton you gots to be a banger
Wheres your hood, whats your set, throw up your gang sign
I takes my hands off the hood and says I ain't got time
He's says park it fool times is wasting
I said f*ck you, black leather glove slapped my face then
I was p*ssed, it was rough, my hands was cuffed
If I told them they stink they'd throw my ass in the clink
So it was back to the curb and I sat
All that time, fools didn't even find my strap
But every day its the same sh*t happening, yo
Watch your back one times still gaffling, geah
Geah, now they still on my di*k
Still all wrastling, gaffling and sh*t
Can't take no more off this one time sh*t. Y'knowutumsayin?
I'm ready to peel a mutherf*ckers cap, y'knowutumsayin?
Check this out

Off to the kick it spot to make an end
Early in the morning so my day can begin
I seen the fool that tried to double cross me
I beat the punk down smooth cause I'm the boss, E
2 n*ggas rolling, in hats, inside a cadillac
We start to blaze up the mutherf*cking 20 sack
We rolled the windows up to get that contact
One times seen the smoke they pulled a smooth jack
On top of that I was bumping big noise
It was the f*cking CHP boys
I didn't like those punk fools one bit
Cause they be popping that KKK sh*t
So I kick back and played with the routine
And told the grand dragon I was 17
Tell the police the truth then how the f*ck that sound?
Cause if I told him the truth then I'd be county bound
So I play with the routine, comma
While he say, hand over the marijuana
I said officer, you must be joking
That was a cigarette I was smoking
So I sat with my butt to the ground
And kept on thinking would the fool beat me down?
They didn't find the gat, it was a miracle
But they still toed my mutherf*cking vehicle
I might as well have packed a strap and
Get rid of all these one times gafflin
Geah, I'd like to send this out to all the mutherf*cking homies
That be getting there asses kicked by the one times, y'knowutumsayin?
And all my mutherf*cking homeboys
Thats in jail locked up over this punk ass sh*t
The one times be gaffling y'knowutumsayin?
But they can't keep a brother like the MC Eiht down
Me and my DJ Mike T is like out 5000