Straight Outta Compton lyrics

[MC Eiht]
Geah
C'mon
Geah

Straight outta Compton, crazy muthaf*cka named Eiht, fool (geah)
From the gang called C-M-W
When I'm called off, I got a sawed off (boom boom!)
Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off
You too boy, if you f*ck with me
One Time's gon' after come and get me
Off your ass, that's how I'm goin' out (geah)
With a gat (c'mon, uh!)
Gots pointed at (geah)
n*ggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble
Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot like gumbo (geah)
Goin' out on a muthaf*cka like that
With a strap, that's pointed at your ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep you dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson (c'mon)
Tec-9 is my muthaf*ckin' tool
Don't make me act the gangsta fool
Cause me and you can go toe to toe, no maybe (that's right)
Knockin' n*ggas out the hood daily
Yo weekly, monthly, yearly
Until them mark-ass fools see clearly
That I'm down, it's the capital C-P-T
Marks can't f*ck with me!
So when I'm in your neighbourhood, you better duck
Cause Eiht Loc, is crazy as f*ck
As I leave, believe I'm bustin'
But when I come back, fool (c'mon)
Geah you know it's Compton
[King Tee]
Straight outta Compton
Another crazy-ass n*gga
Punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger
I'm a bad muthaf*cka and you know this
But these mark-ass n*ggas want show this
But I don't give a f*ck, I'mma make my snaps
If not from the records to jack in and craps
Like burglary, the definition is jackin'
But when illegally armed it's called packin'
I shoot a muthaf*cka in a minute
Find a good piece of pus*y, and go up in it
So if you're at my show in the front row
I'mma call you a b*tch, or a dirty-ass ho
You'll probably get mad like a b*tch is supposed to
But that shows you sl*t, don't get close to
A crazy muthaf*cker from the street
Attitude legit because I'm tearin' up sh*t
King Tee controls the automatic
For any dumb muthaf*cker, who want static
Not the right hand cause I'm the hand itself
Every time, I pull an A.K. off my shelf
Security is maximum and that's the law
K-I-N-G Tee and I'm raw
See, cause I'm the muthaf*ckin' baller
And double baller tossin' up the ???
Ah, that ain't a place without a clue
And once their ass is in the scope, their ass is through
Look, you might take it as n*gga simple
But a n*gga like T is on a gangsta tip
Straight outta Compton
[Dre'sta]
Straight outta Compton
Another brother that'll smother your mother
And make your b*tch think I love her
Dangerous
Muthaf*cka raise in hell
And if I ever get caught
I make bail
See I don't give a f*ck n*gga
That's the problem
I see a muthaf*ckin' cop I don't dodge him
But I'm smart
Lay low, creep a while
And when I see a punk pass
I smile
To me it's kinda funny
The attitude showin' n*gga drivin'
But don't know where the f*ck he goin' just rollin'
Lookin' for my lil' n*gga Eazy
I just blast, they never seize him
Ruthless; never seen like a shadow in the dark
Except when I unload
And with the strap I blast, no hesitation
You hear the screams of the one
Who caught the last penetration
Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jettin'
But leave a memory no one'll be forgettin'
But what about the b*tch who got shot? f*ck her!
You think I give a f*ck about a b*tch? I ain't a sucker!
This is the autobiography of the D
And if you try to f*ck with me
You'll be taken, by a stupid-ass n*gga that I'll smother
Beggin' like a muthaf*cka
Straight outta Compton