South Bronx Can’t Touch Comptonn lyrics

[Intro]
Come on
Come on
C-c-come on

[Verse 1: Do or Die/ A Love ???]
f*ck South Bronx, here I go
It's finally the time a Compton n*gga let him know
So I'm grabbin' a Glock, and I'm gettin' a bag of clips
Jumpin' into the Fleetwood, it's time to take a trip
Three thousands miles away, but first
I gotta get them n*ggas who put n*ggas in a hearse
Criminalistics, ballistics, I'm comin' to kick this sh*t
And now you South Bronx faggots can suck my di*k
So eat a di*k up, and quickly lick up and ride the jock
Only on the di*k because Compton popped
So T, to the I, to the M, motherf*cka
Stupid silly sucka, you nothing but a clucka
Suckin' on a di*k like a pipe through the night
Tryna recite what Compton writes
So when you try to diss, punk, try to say somethin'
f*ck South Bronx, n*gga, this is Compton

[Chorus]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Well lets f*ck 'em
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Wеll lets f*ck 'em
[Verse 2: Blue Ragg]
Tick-Tick, bang-bang, it's nothing but a Compton thang
f*ck all you South Bronx n*ggas, you can't hang
With a real Compton n*gga gеttin' to the nitty gritty
Showin' no mercy, and saying "f*ck pity"
'Cause you silly soundin' motherf*ckas done ticked me off
And definitely gonna feel the wrath of my sawed off
Boom, boom, boom, all hit, and not one miss
Tim Dog, you f*cked up when you tried to diss
The Hub city, where true gangstas dwell
In the underworld, straight living hell
Now we're coming out the cage, and rage, making front page
With Tweedy Loc's song, "What's Really Going On"
But this one, will get your heart bumpin' and thumpin'
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga, this is Compton

[Chorus]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
[Verse 3: Att Will]
Att Will a prick ya like a stick real quick
Bang, boom, like a thrown brick
Had the Bronx fiendin' for this Compton di*k
Instead of strikin' on city walls, I'm searchin' for Tim Dog
Strokin' his mind before he f*ckin' with heart
That trickster never been in Compton, and he better not come
And KRS too, you sucka, you ain't number one
Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
J-O-E and A-Love, they down with us
Hitman D and M-O-E, they down with us
Nini X and D Mark, they down with us
Ray Cannon, ah yeah, they down with us
Just lettin' you know you your rhymes and beats are rust and dust
So hear me bust, just tellin' you Bronx suckas the deal
You wanna step in the ring, you better call out the real, punk
You're through stepped on with a Nike shoe by a true n*gga
From the west, Bang-bang to your chest
But you ain't heard sh*t, 'cause I ain't said nothin'
But f*ck South Bronx
You motherf*ckas can't touch Compton!

[Chorus]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Well lets f*ck 'em
[Verse 4: Sin Loc]
f*ck South Bronx, motherf*cka, this is Compton
The hardest city, where b*tches get gunned down
Talkin' sh*t like a b*tch from a distance
Can lead to a long term motherf*ckin' ass-whoopin
Y'all fools talk sh*t like you're heaven sent
And ain't nothing, but some motherf*ckin' hypocrites
f*ck with me and I'ma break ya down like a stick
And drop yo' ass like a motherf*ckin' brick
See I'm the type of n*gga to take your ass for a ride
And leave you f*cked up, strangled off in Riverside
I might be crazy, but my name ain't Smitty
You can f*ck Eazy, but you can't f*ck my city
Now what ya think of that South motherf*ckin' Bronx?
Hittman D is straight stuffin' on chumps
And for the record, I'ma still be stompin'
f*ck South Bronx, this is Eastside Compton

[Chorus]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Well lets f*ck 'em

f*ck South Bronx n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck South Bronx n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck South Bronx n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck South Bronx n*gga
Well lets f*ck 'em

[Verse 5: Tweedy Bird Loc]
It's Tweedy Loc, coming from the motherf*ckin' Compton clique
So all y'all South Bronx b*tches listen to the hit
So say so long to D-Nice, and KRS-None
They motherf*ckin' preachers, but I preach for my gun
Yellin' "Stop the violence!" like a goddamn sucka
Watch Boogie Down Blood flow down the f*ckin' gutter
Right where Tim Dog's at: on a motherf*ckin' stretcher
Layin' in a body bag for f*ckin' with the dogcatcher
Bronx ain't sh*t, and if they wanna come
Then I will reign supreme over nearly everyone
Step to me, n*gga, and you best to be bulletproof
'Cause Tim Dog, you's a b*tch, and so is ya whole crew
Tweedy Bird Loc gotta have it like that
So close your eyes while I pull your f*ckin' skull back
And i'll f*ck you up in your own backyard
It'll be murder one when I rip out the f*ckin' heart
I keep ya motherf*ckas, 'cause you met a lunatic
All y'all f*cked up punks are full of sh*t
You South Bronx motherf*ckas need to learn somethin'
'Cause you b*tch made ass n*ggas could never touch Compton

[Chorus]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Well let's f*ck 'em
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga [Come on!]
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
This is Compton
f*ck the South Bronx, n*gga
Well lets f*ck 'em

[Outro: Att Will]
Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Be-Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
J-O-J-O-E and A-Love they down with us
Hit-Hitman D and M-O-E they down with us
Ni-Ni-Nini X and D Mark they down with us
Ray-Ray Cannon, ah yeah, they down with us
Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us
Be-Be-Because we, Be-Be-Because we
Be-Be-Because we got the Tweedy Locster, he's down with us