Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Compton Story, artist - DJ Haze. Album song The West Coast King Lives On (BWS Radio Vol. 5), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.05.2012
Record label: Street Grind Entertainment
Song language: English
Compton Story |
uncle chucky! |
would you read us a bed time story please ha please? |
alright! |
you kids get to bed and ill get the storybook! |
yall thuged in? |
(yes) |
here we go!!! |
slammed the impala door, hoped out what do ya see? |
some niggas on the fends looking at me |
I had fat red laces in my adidas |
big chain around my neck like mardi gras |
so I steped up to em, is there a problem here? |
1 nigga lift up his shirt, and yells out; |
yeh |
so I turned around quickly and I jumped in my car! |
I was about 2 hit the switch, then I thought like; |
nah |
so I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit! |
it was a chroom 45, with the comfort grip! |
stuffed it inside my dicky"s, as i jumped out the car |
keeped my hand on the trigger, as i walked to the store. |
1 nigga walks in and here comes 2! |
i shot! |
are you creazy fool? |
one nigga hit the ground, and the other 2 scramed! |
now the cops are outside! |
well i"ll be damned! |
it was 7.15 on my rolex watch, |
and i cant do the time that my rolex got. |
and like the hands on the clock, i went this way that way, |
ran around the corner, and thats where i trew my gat away |
an impala passes; |
its my homeboy clyde! |
he gave me the hand signal, so i jumped in his ride! |
it was a clean 64, original inside, with no key in the ignition |
where did you get this clyde? |
never mind, im out, its a stolen whip |
and im already running from the cops and shit! |
so i hopped out the car like the DUKE"S OF HASSARD! |
then clyde yells out; |
(you stupid basterd) |
starded running tru traffic, and i almost got hit! |
i lost 1 of my shoes, its my airforce! |
shit! |
im hoppin down the street with one shoe on |
walked straight in to some niggas with all blue on! |
i only ran 30 blocks, how i end up in long beach |
couse in california the gangs and army"s |
he see my red string, so he pungedly cought me, then i knocked his ass out, |
and took this boy out his barkleys! |
i aint seen these sinds 92 |
im feeling like a bad boy without the shiny suit |
here the cops come (shit)! |
so i dashed behind a honda |
and look who"s here; |
my baby moma, spraying rhonda! |
in the car kissing, with this dope dealer chris, while little did he know, |
he was sucking my dick! |
i starded banging on the window |
i dont mean to disterp |
but chris can you drop me of downtown on 3th? |
he said; |
whell sure, whatup game hop in! |
he was bangin slick rick, then i got an idea! |
before we get to 3th drop me of right here! |
so i can walk inside the mall, and got some new gear |
as i walked in the store, they could see i was in a rush |
so they brought me some jeans, a t shirt, some fresh chucks! |
walked out the store, looked left ooh no! |
ran back in the store, here comes the 5−0 |
so i ran real quick, made a move to the back |
cold knocked this cute bitch in to a polo rack! |
jumped over her, and fled to the backdoor |
kicked the shit open, you won"t believe who i saw! |
its that nigga chris in handcuffs, pointing at me! |
and the cops made chase, before they let chris free |
one cop tryed to grab me, and the other one missed |
i got away one more time, and they both got pissed |
full speed out the mall spotted this blue coupe |
doggpound on the plates |
that gots to be SNOOP! |
so i ran up on the car, wen i say; |
yoh SNOOP! |
the cops got me on the run, need a ride nephew |
hell yer big snoop little homie hop in |
dropped me of in |
compton |
and thats were my story ends |
now this aint funny, so dont you dare laugh |
just a nother story about the wrong path |
had a long day, so i re climbed my seat |
it was a twenty minute ride to the |
CPT |
walked straight up to the house, pulled out my key |
opened the door, its my girl playing |
BIZ MARKIE! |
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